National Treasure Striker [Football]

Julian was dumbfounded.

...Even if the big brother doesn't play today's game!Pack yourself back to Arsenal now!No more golden boots, no more trophies!I will not succumb to the majesty of the coach!

Big brother is really a miserable man, huh.

Marchisio quickly spoke for Julian: "Sir, that's not the case. Julian said that he has the confidence to win the championship. After the game, we will go out together..."

How can this work?The two brothers can't both play!Don't be shy, sir. How about we sit down and have a drink after the final?

Prandelli raised his chin, the real coach doesn't want you to think, he wants him to think.He felt that Julian was being dishonest again.

Don't speak well of Julian, let Julian speak for himself.

Julian rolled his eyes, and suddenly found Ozil and other German players passing by, as well as the German coach not far away, he suddenly howled, in English: "Sir, even if I don't play today, you Don't even think about me being a goalkeeper!"

Prandelli: ? ? ?

Marchisio: ? ? ?

Everyone in the German team:? ? ?

The speech was too fast, and some German players didn't understand it well. They remembered that Ozil seemed to know Julian, so they asked Ozil what Julian said.

Ozil who is also confused: "..."

It doesn't matter if their English is not good, as long as Love understands it.The coach of the German team understood anyway. The expression on the face of this handsome and bushy-haired coach was indescribable.

What kind of pre-match psychological warfare is Italy playing?

Prandelli, who is as fine as a human being, quickly realized that Julian did it on purpose.

He didn't deny it either, and turned around and drove Julian into the locker room, so as not to embarrass himself by yelling outside.

He smiled and nodded to Loew. He smiled and laughed. There is an unruly goalkeeper in the family. Don't ask. If you ask, you will teach him a lesson behind closed doors.

Loew: "..."

Italy will not want to change the goalkeeper?Buffon doesn't seem to be injured recently, right?

However, thinking about it like this doesn't seem impossible. Sometimes he really can't understand the Italian routines.

Prandelli closed the door and handed the starting list to Julian, then took out his pen: "Do you want to add your name back?"

Of course Julian nodded, he looked at the coach with incomparable sincerity, and then confessed obediently: "A reporter saw that I didn't have my hair styled today, unlike other teammates who specially applied hairspray or cut their hair, and asked me if I thought Germany is very good, so I'm not in the mood to dress myself up."

Prandelli said "oh", "Then how did you answer?"

Julian said: "I told him that I saw that the German team also had blond-haired players wearing hairspray, but that didn't help. The Goddess of Victory doesn't look at hairspray when she chooses her favorite male god."

"My cousin just asked me to be humble. I told him not to be so nervous. My husband likes my aggressiveness the most."

Prandelli: "..."

He glanced at Julian's hair, and found that the other party really didn't take care of it.Thinking of Julian's serious training (weight loss) attitude these days, his face softened.

Prandelli thought for a while, and called the assistant to ask him to lend the hairspray to Julian: "You look at the spray. Don't run out of it again."

Julian with the starting list: ? ? ?

No, the starting list is gone?

Does giving him hairspray at this time mean to make him a substitute?

Julian generally doesn't use hairspray very much. When he uses it, he mostly substitutes himself to make a style and watch the game.

Julian, who acquiesced that he didn't need to play, asked his cousin to help him grab his hair with peace of mind. He folded a paper airplane for the starting list and threw it aside, and picked up his mobile phone.

He saw Balotelli wearing blindfolds and listening to music, Marchisio was talking to him nervously, and Pirlo seemed to be on the phone with his family... Everyone was using their own ways to relieve stress.

Julian suddenly said, "Brother, let's make a phone call."

Marchisio: "Huh? To whom?"

Julian had already rummaged in the address book, and Marchisio watched him click on the name of "The Evil Capitalist" in the remark, and dialed the other party's phone number.

The phone rang twice and was connected, and the familiar voice of Marchisio and Julian came: "Hello?"

The background sound was still very noisy, Julian greeted the old father, and cut straight to the point: "Hey, dear capitalist, do you still remember the agreement you made with your son?"

When Julian said this, he looked at Marchisio, cousin, you too, don't forget~

"Remember," said the capitalist, "what, you want to tell me your conditions in advance?"

"Actually, I haven't figured it out yet," Julian scratched his hair in the mirror of the dressing room, "but I'm curious about one thing now."

His smile was very sincere: "Have you come to the game today? I want to know if you are among the German fans or the Italian fans?"

Marchisio: "..."

This question is a bit worrying, brother.

The capitalists over there were not panicked at all, and there was no embarrassment at all: "You will find out soon."

Julian hummed twice, and was about to hang up the phone.The bad old man is playing tricks again.

Marchisio thought he was dead from his actions, so he asked next to him, "Youni, did you call your father 'capitalist'?"

Julian replied, "Yes."

Marchisio wanted to laugh a little: "Your father is a capitalist, so what are you?"

Julian didn't even think about it: "The successor of capitalism."

Marchisio: "..."

The old father who still hasn't hung up: "..."

Frank Felix is ​​in the stands now. He looked at the interface after the call ended, thought for a while, clicked on the address book to find Julian, and changed Julian's note name to [Successor of Capitalism].

The assistant accompanying him: "..."

Well, the big boss seems to be in a very good mood after answering a call from a small boss.

London, England.

"Master, this is a planned negotiation with Arsenal on the transfer of shares." A middle-aged man in a suit walked in and handed the document to the Asian man who was facing the computer.

"Let's put it here, I'll watch it," Huo Zheng said, taking off his glasses, "Don't be too busy this afternoon, let's watch the European Cup."

The middle-aged man froze for a moment: "European Cup?"

Huo Zheng: "Don't you want to watch the European Cup final?"

The other party said: "Look, I just didn't expect you to pay attention to this."

Huo Zheng smiled: "Then which team do you like? Germany? Or Italy?"

"I don't think it's hard to say. But my wife and children all support Italy. Because they like Julian," the middle-aged man looked at Huo Zheng, "Do you also support Italy?"

"It can be said that I support Julian." Huo Zheng smiled happily.

Here, the locker room.

Julian fiddled with his hair, thinking that he and his cousin had good aesthetics, didn't they just pile all their hair on their heads, and a handsome man would be handsome even with a shaved head.

Marchisio was worried: "Youni, sir just leave?"

Julian thought for a while and unfolded the paper airplane: "Brother, do you have a pen?"

The atmosphere outside was particularly lively, so the locker room was closed and quiet.

Marchisio found him a pen, and Julian showed Marchisio the starting list that Prandelli accidentally dropped.

"Brother, what do you think of our midfielder?"

Marchisio looked at it: "The three people who cooperated more often are missing two. The husband said to let Andre move forward... What's wrong?"

Julian took a pen and clicked on Marchisio's original position: "How about I take your place?"

He said so, wrote his number there, and drew an expression by the way:

Marchisio: "..."

He couldn't help stretching out his claws and rubbing Julian's head: "It seems to be okay."

That's it.Julian folded the paper back into the shape of a paper airplane, and saw the locker room door open.

Prandelli stood in front of him: "Have you thought about it?"

Julian:? ? ?

What?

The Italian coach feels that he is still very good at speaking, not only helping the players realize their mistakes without damaging the players' self-confidence... Wenger's teaching methods have been learned.

As long as Julian lowers his head, the one who should start should still start~

Julian innocently looked up at his coach.Prandelli is not high above sea level. In order not to cause a sense of oppression to others, Julian did not stand up, and he did not compare himself. He confidently handed the paper airplane to Prandelli.

Prandelli after reading Julian's handwriting: "..."

Julian explained his thoughts to him with reason, and it just hit Prandelli's understanding of Italian positional warfare-his plan B really intends to let Julian play in the midfield.

He has observed that apart from his terrifying sense of smell in front of the goal and his astonishing speed, what is most worthy of the appreciation of every coach is his overall view.

His big picture can be seen by watching the passes he made to his teammates when he was in goal.

Therefore, it is absolutely no problem to let him play in the midfield and cooperate with the midfielder Pirlo.

Prandelli has such a mysterious self-confidence.However... this kid is not convinced? "The main force is stable" can you say casually?Only a coach like him is easy to talk to, don't care about him!

Julian returned the used hairspray to Prandelli: "Sir, I will return you the hairspray after you win the championship, and bring some gifts or something. Thank you very much for your hard work."

Xiao Jiju has a sincere face, and now every old man wants to be coaxed.

Let the big brother start, let the big brother start, the world of adults is really too indirect.

Forget it, the elder brother is the best at this. From Wenger to Havertz, there is no elder brother who can't be coaxed.

Suitable for all ages

Prandelli: "...don't talk too much."

The Italian coach took the paper airplane and left. He was going to find the assistant coach and get out his planB starting list. It was time to hand it over to the fourth official.

However, the assistant coach searched for a long time, but he couldn't find it. He left another starting list in the hotel.

This is cheating.

Prandelli looked at the starting list of paper airplanes that had been ravaged by Julian, and fell into deep thought.

In the end, where did the fourth official get two starting lists, one is from Germany, which is very normal, as for the other...

The fourth official: "..."

Yisao Li lives up to its reputation, and the referee on duty does not deceive me.

He unfolded the paper airplane, stared at that expression, and felt that the world was magical.

When the fourth official doubted his life, Julian and his teammates stood in the player tunnel and waited for the game to start.

Ozil turned his head to see Julian and greeted him: "Youni."

Julian nodded: "Mesut."

Everyone in Italy: "..."

Yoni? !

They looked at Julian, feeling that they had discovered a certain physique of their teammate.

——They could see that the new and youngest Julian was simply a social butterfly!

Everyone is nervous, as if he is fine, he is still making friends with the player next door!

Julian seemed to be telling someone that the weather is good today: "How are you thinking about Mesut? Do you want to come to London first for this year's holiday? I'll take you around Arsenal."

Everyone: "..."

Fuck, goal front psychology started again? !

Poaching before the game?Is that what you mean?Are they right?

Ozil wanted to say something, but was pulled away by his teammates.

Neuer and Müller stuffed Ozil behind the captain Lahm. They said, Mesut, you should stop talking to the captain and his son (?) next door. Follow the captain, the captain is his father in name anyway.

Julian touched the head of his little caddy, and the skin fell off very quickly.

Well, my brother suddenly remembered that Mesut is also a midfielder.

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