A day later, another Atletico Champions League semi-final, Atletico Wanda Metropolitan Stadium.

With the goal of Belgian winger Carrasco, Atletico had once taken the lead, Simone's team saw the opportunity to advance.

However, when the whole stadium fell into joy, all Atletico fans thought they could advance to the Champions League final, Real Madrid's most hidden weapon-with the knife guard "Water Lord" Ramos once again staged a sword to seal the throat.

1:1, total score 3:2, Real Madrid and Manchester United division Champions League final.

This is probably the Champions League derby with the deepest background and the largest fan base. And Zidane confirmed his assistant David Bettoni when he turned and walked back to the locker room: "David, is there any news from England? How is Zhou doing?"

David Bettoni shook his head: "Without the latest developments, Manchester United seems to be doing it very secretly. But they did not see Zhou at their training base."

"sure?"

Betoni nodded affirmatively: "I have arranged the most professional scouts in the past, you can rest assured, and, Qi Dan, you know, research week is also one of my jobs."

Zidane nodded, and he was relieved. David Bettoni is strictly a member of the technical team of the coaching staff. He did not get the UEFAPro license required to serve as a teaching assistant in the Real Madrid team, so it is not a justified "post". In fact, Zida There is no assistant coach in the coaching staff, but Zidane is willing to believe his words, because Zhou Tiancheng is definitely the key person of any opponent's technical team who must rack his brains. No one can play on whether he can play. Kidding.

"That's great. But it still needs attention. Jose Mourinho is the oldest fox, but I hope God can punish him."

Zidane was in a good mood, constantly wiping his bald head, as if touching the silver body of the big ear cup.

He had a deep heart and knew how to deal with those reporters.

...

At the same time, in Liverpool, Klopp also confirmed with Boiqi: "Understand? Zelico, is Zhou really so serious?"

Boiqi nodded: "I'm afraid this is the case in all aspects. Zhou may play in the UEFA Champions League final, but that has nothing to do with us. We can be sure that he certainly can't play in the FA Cup final."

Klopp turned his head and pondered twice: "Hopefully, my judgment is wrong. Based on my understanding of Zhou, a foul of that scale is simply not enough to allow him to rest for two weeks. It is impossible for a week! He is simply a monster. ."

"Juergen, you are too nervous." Bouvac expressed disagreement: "I don't deny that Zhou's physical fitness is definitely the first among the players I have seen. But his season is too intense. Unlike the Bundesliga, this is the Premier League. Even if he is a body made of steel, his physical fitness cannot be so strong at this stage."

Klopp thought about it and smiled: "Zelico, I think you have something to say, hahaha, let Real Madrid worry about it, is it good news for us? At least this season, it should not be Nothing is gained, is it?"

Klopp smiled and waved his hands with confidence. This action showed that he had regarded the FA Cup champion as a thing in his pocket.

...

In the dressing room at the Carrington base, the atmosphere is naturally wrong. To start training, Mourinho has just said that from now on the team’s most important task is the FA Cup final, strangling Liverpool’s revenge The idea is the only thing the team needs to do.

However, this did not inspire everyone. Zhou Tiancheng's position was empty, and the locker belonging to him had not been touched for two days.

No wonder everyone thinks too much, this situation is impossible without thinking too much.

"What's going on with Zhou? Wayne, why don't you ask the boss, how is your team captain, Zhou is our brother, how can we play Liverpool without him, how to play in the Champions League final?"

Fellaini couldn't hold back anymore, he couldn't hear the familiar shouts during training, it was really quite uncomfortable.

Rooney stood up and stared at him improperly: "Maruwan, why don't you ask, you don't know the temper of the boss? Why did you instruct me to go? And, let me listen to what you just said? I tell you, Zhou can definitely go to San Siro, definitely! You don’t need to worry about doing your own thing."

"I'm just worried. Wayne, you don't think you can pass to you in a week, can you score?"

"Hey, that's enough, is it over? Maluwan, Wayne, are you going to hurt each other?" De Gea had to say something at this time.

The door was pushed open at once, and Mourinho walked in with a sullen face: "I heard your voice outside. Boys, are you going to make it happen? Can't you play in the final?"

When Mourinho showed his power, he calmed everyone down at once. At this time, only Rooney dared to answer: "Boss, we are just worried, what happened to Zhou? We all care about him."

Mourinho glanced at him: "Wayne, why don't you apply with the FA~lightnovelpub.net~The finals will be postponed, and wait until Zhou is over to talk about it, is it okay?"

"Uh..." Rooney didn't speak anymore and was sacked again. He knew that the boss was in a bad mood now.

"Without Week, we still have to play in the FA Cup. Without Week, are we not going to win? Are you representing Manchester United, or Zhou's star team? Boys, you have to figure this out!"

"What if there is no week? It's no big deal if he can't go to San Siro. Are you all used to eating cakes, are you used to being low-energy?"

Everyone frowned, and De Pei bravely said, "Boss, you can criticize us, but we don't accept personal attacks!"

Mourinho turned to look at him: "Memphis, tell me what did you do for the team? Isn't every game waiting for you to pass the week before you can play your speed? Just like a nanny Feed the rice to your mouth, won't you receive the middle road to involve the empty world by running without the ball?"

Rui Faria is very worried: "José, you dare to say that they all have their own pride, they are not rookies anymore, are you really not afraid that they will not work for you?"

Mourinho stared at him for half a minute, staring at Rui Faria with straight hair, and then he laughed: "Rui, you don't understand the thoughts of these boys too. They are willing to give up Is there a chance to win the Champions League? Even Rooney will not. Pride? I just want to let them know that Zhou may not be playing, they can only rely on themselves. Then... Haha, look at it, what you mean by pride will What brings. As you said, none of our players are rookies."

Mourinho laughed, even happier than Klopp and Zidane.

The plan was successful.

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