Chapter 63 The Madman and the Mad Bear (the guarantee is the first one, ask for a monthly pass!)

Mazzari was anxious to let the team score a goal, Mourinho calmed down. When Chen Yingxiong almost pushed the football into the goal, he jumped up and roared. The Inter Milan players heard his roar. Quick adjustments were made, and he had nothing to worry about. Everything is proceeding according to his ideas.

Encountered a crazy offensive by their opponents in the away game, Inter Milan also survived, and now they are gradually adjusting, playing Naples defensive counterattack.

Mourinho cocked his legs on the coach's bench. He thought Mazzari was really interesting. Didn't he know that he is very good at defensive counterattacks?

Even so on the offense, are you afraid of getting a goal from Inter Milan?

He has nothing to worry about. The game is now on. It shouldn't be a problem for Inter Milan to win this game.

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Just when Mourinho felt relieved, Chen Yingxiong was competing with Cordoba, who likes to make small moves, in the penalty area.

When Arshavin passed, Chen Yingxiong rushed forward and prepared to fight for the top. At this time, he felt Cordoba tugging his clothes on his side, which slowed his momentum slightly. However, Chen Yingxiong did not give up the idea of ​​continuing to push forward, and Cordoba's small pulling movements could not last forever. He always pulled it and released it, in order to disrupt Chen Yingxiong's rhythm.

This action is quite concealed, basically invisible. It's not like some guards who pull your clothes as if they won't let go if they don't tear them.

When Cordoba grabbed the jersey, Chen Yingxiong needed to exert greater strength to break free, and when Cordoba suddenly let go, he had already increased the output power, as if the accelerator was stepped on to the bottom. , And then suddenly released the handbrake of a car, and rushed out quickly. As a result, the stability and timing were completely uncontrollable...

He is tall.

Lying on the ground, he turned his head and glared at Cordoba.

The old defender who has played for Inter Milan for many years is raising his hands, indicating that he has no additional actions at all.

The referee was obviously deceived by his appearance and did not call Cordoba a foul.

It's a pity that Chen Yingxiong won't flop, otherwise when Cordoba grabbed his clothes, he immediately raised his hands and leaned forward, an exaggerated fall to the ground followed by an exaggerated wailing, maybe he could cheat a penalty or something.

Chen Yingxiong got up from the ground, thinking that he still gave the opponent too much time so that the opponent could pull the jersey so calmly.

What if he was faster, so that the other party had no time to pull himself?

Taking advantage of a dead ball opportunity, he ran next to Arshavin.

"Shava, can you pass the ball faster?" he asked.

Arshavin understands what Chen Yingxiong means, but he has concerns: "Dressing too fast, I'm afraid you won't be able to match it, time is too tight..."

"It's okay, I just want time. You just pass the football to the goal as fast as possible, it won't count me!" Chen Yingxiong patted Arshavin on the shoulder, turned and ran away.

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Next, the Inter Milan players discovered that Napoli's wing attack has changed a little.

Arshavin's pass is more sudden, and the football is flying faster. In the past, in order to take advantage of Chen Yingxiong’s height advantage, Arshavin’s crosses were higher and more floating, and the football took a long time to fly in the air. Although it fell from the air and was closest to the top of Chen Yingxiong’s head, it also gave the international Time for the Milan defenders to prepare.

Therefore, with the coordination of Cordoba's small moves, Chivuo can still compete with Chen Yingxiong in the header.

Now the situation has changed. Although the opponent's pass is low, even Cordoba can reach the ball, but the speed of the ball is faster. The feeling now is that the football swiftly crosses the Inter Milan penalty area like a shooting star, and if there is a slight delay, it may fall to the top.

In fact, Arshavin’s crosses could not be controlled so accurately before, but with Chen Yingxiong joining Zenit, as Ed Wocart established the tactics with Chen Yingxiong as the core of the attack, Arshavin’s crossing skills were also There has been a substantial improvement in practice and competition. Now he can basically pass as he wants.

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Chen Yingxiong tried it, and he found that it was easier for him to top up this kind of ball, although the football was likely to be topped by Chivu, Maxwell and others before him.

But as long as the football can bypass the defensive player in front and fall within his range, Cordoba can't stop himself!

Just now, the football flew over in a flash, and he rushed forward. Not only did he break free from Cordoba’s defense, he also topped the football. It’s just that he topped the ball too rightly and was blocked by the goal line. Thrall shot it out, then was kicked out of the sideline by Maicon with a big foot.

Although there was no goal, Chen Yingxiong saw hope. So he didn't cover his face with his hands in his hands this time.

He turned around and grinned at Cordoba.

Your good days are over!

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Of course, this kind of flat pass doesn't necessarily hit Chen Yingxiong's head every time. Therefore, the previous few times, Chen Yingxiong basically missed football, but this will not change his decision.

In the thirty-fourth minute, Arshavin once again passed the football at a fast speed and a flat arc. This time the football bypassed the defensive Maxville and made a big arc.

In order to prevent the arc from flying too close to the goal, the goalkeeper got it directly. When Arshavin passed the ball, he didn't rush to the bottom line and then pass, so even if the goalkeeper didn't get it, he would definitely fly out of bounds. of.

He just made a decisive pass to the place where he was in a straight line with the big penalty zone line!

Football is not high, about a little bit taller than people, but the speed of the ball is so fast, like a full moon scimitar, cutting through Inter Milan's penalty area.

They have torn open their defenses!

The football bypassed Maxwell at the front end. Chivu had planned to head the ball, but he found that the football was a little far away from him. When he ran over, the ball had already flown away.

Just the moment this idea came into his mind, the football has flown in front of his eyes.

He followed the football and turned his head...

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When Arshavin passed the football, Chen Yingxiong and Cordoba were still outside the penalty area.

This time Cordoba didn’t plan to pull Chen Yingxiong’s jersey with his hands anymore. If every little action was the same, it would be uncreative...actually because his experience and intuition told him- He couldn't hold the bear if he pulled it down like this.

So this time he blocked half of his body in the path of Chen Yingxiong's advancement. I intend to use both hands and feet to entangle Chen Yingxiong and interfere with him to grab points. Even if it is a foul this time, it is at best just a free kick outside the penalty area.

He started early and got stuck on Chen Yingxiong's route.

When he hoped to interfere with Chen Yingxiong in this way, Chen Yingxiong ran into him.

He just felt like he had been hit by a speeding heavy truck from behind. The whole person lost his balance and center of gravity, and leaned to the other side. When he looked up in surprise, he saw No. 9 in Naples, wrapped in a majestic aura, rushed into the restricted area, and then... jumped up!

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"By his side, there is no defensive player! In front of him, there is only one Julio Cesar left!"

The Naples radio commentator chanted.

"hero--"

Everyone's attention was focused on Chen Yingxiong who was in the restricted area. In the huge restricted area, he was the only one who jumped forward and was the only protagonist of this stage.

In the next second, he rushed forward along the momentum!

At the same time, a look of horror flashed on Julio Cesar's face in front of him-his eyes widened and his mouth opened, as if he wanted to call for support.

But now, no one can support him, he can only rely on himself!

He threw himself out-but that was after the football flew into the goal.

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"Herooooooooooooooooo——gooooooooooooooooooooool!!!" The commentator of Radio Naples jumped up from his seat, raised his arms, and screamed.

"Hero! Hero! Hero! Hero hero hero hero — hero!!! The goal is in!!!" The commentators of other TV stations also yelled.

"Naples took the lead in the 34th minute of the first half! They led Inter Milan 1-0 at their home court!"

"They are ahead of Mourinho's team! They are in their home court, leaving Mourinho behind!!"

"Chen Yingxiong! Header-beautiful! Beautiful! The goal is so beautiful!!"

"It's not a foul, it's not a foul! When Chen Yingxiong rushed forward, there was no movement on his arm. This was a reasonable collision. I can only blame Cordoba for being too thin!"

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Chen Yingxiong, who had landed, saw that the football had scored. He turned around and ran to the side of the...Inter Milan coach.

On the way, he kept waving his hands and rejected the teammates who planned to come up to celebrate the goal with him, so he rushed straight to the coaching bench of the visiting team, and then he stood on the sidelines.

At this time, there were already people on the Inter Milan coaching bench and on the bench. They stood up, walked towards Chen Yingxiong, waved at him, yelled at him, and warned him not to mess around.

Chen Yingxiong simply ignored them and let those people yell at him. He lifted his jersey and moved forward!

He faced Mourinho who was standing in front of him, revealing the words on the vest inside:

"To Mourinho:

Now you know who I am?

From the hero. "

The accusations of those Inter Milan’s coaches and players became louder. Their fingers almost pierced Chen Yingxiong’s face. Of course, they were pushed by the Naples players before they could actually poke them. opened.

Chen Yingxiong spread his legs and stood in front of Mourinho. Mourinho had been standing on the sidelines just now to direct the game, so the distance between the two now is from the sideline to the sideline of the command area.

Mourinho raised his head and did not look at Chen Yingxiong who was close at hand, but Chen Yingxiong was taller than him. Even if she raised her head, he could still see Chen Yingxiong's arrogant face. Unless... he turned his face away.

But he kept this posture without change, as if he didn't want others to know that he was deliberately avoiding Chen Yingxiong-then he would show weakness.

He does not intend to show weakness. So he maintained his previous posture and looked forward, as if standing in front of him was not a living person with a height of 1.93 meters, but a mass of air. His eyes could penetrate Chen Yingxiong and throw it into the court.

Beside the two of them, the players of Naples and the players of Inter Milan huddled together, and the two sides had some conflicts because of Chen Yingxiong's provocation.

But between them, Chen Yingxiong and Mourinho are like people who do not belong to the same world. Mourinho stands with his head up, while Chen Yingxiong maintains the posture of lifting the jersey and stubbornly The person who ignored him showed the words on his chest.

Someone laughed.

"These two people got together, it really is Mars hit the earth! Haha!"

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***, this is a war between a madman and a mad bear!

begging***! !