football temps

Marcioni was originally sitting on the coach's bench, but he heard Chenlong commanding his players on the field?That's okay, my nose is smoking with anger.Your uncle, what's the matter? !His lips trembled a little, but he didn't know what to say.

Conte laughed on the sidelines, and couldn't help but praise, this move is good, this move is ruthless, and awesome.

"Japanese boy, hurry up and return to the defense, why are you standing in front of me and staring blankly?!" If it wasn't for the people who watched the game live, they would really regard Chen Long as the captain of Inter Milan.But you have nothing to do with him. He doesn’t swear or swear on the field, he just talks. There is no rule on the football field that you can’t talk, even if you talk to the opponent’s players...

Almost everyone in Inter Milan was called out by him, especially the players in the midfield, who were often moved around by Chen Long's words, as if Chen Long was their coach.

Illusion, this must be an illusion... Even Sneijder in the frontcourt was attracted by Chenlong's voice. The three are different, being swayed by his own thoughts, the ball stopped at his feet was stolen by Vidal.He yelled out angrily, Shit!

Sneijder hurried back to chase the ball, but it was already out of reach.The ball has already reached Elia's feet. After Elia took the ball, he started to rush towards Zanetti with the ball. Poor Zanetti, like an old car, the speed can't be raised to fifth gear , out of breath, dealing with the exuberant Xiaoqiang who couldn't be killed in front of him.

"That lower back...I'm sorry, where did Cambiasso go? Why didn't you replace him?!" Chen Long said eloquently, with the intention of blaming Maggioni.

Marcioni's complexion was even darker than the sky where it was raining heavily just now... Now the whole Inter Milan has been disturbed by Chenlong.

"Old Sa, if you can't grab the ball, don't try to grab it. Don't think that you pretend to do your best, so I can't see it..."

Is this kid crazy? Have you had enough fun? !Zanetti couldn't help being angry again when Chenlong saw what he was thinking in his heart.After being stunned for half a second, Elia dribbled the ball and galloped past, easily throwing him behind.

Nani? !Damn boy, actually distracted me!After Zanetti found himself being teased by Chenlong, he quickly turned around and ran back.As the leader of a team, he couldn't even control his emotions, let alone other people.

Elia slammed to the bottom line, looked up and glanced at the penalty area, and saw that only Higuain was hiding inside, and Chenlong had no intention of waiting for the ball at all, so he couldn't help but glanced back. Beckbang was rushing towards the restricted area, and with certainty in mind, he kicked the ball to the front of the restricted area, and a ground ball came.

The unknown midfielder Chen Long mentioned just now also ran back desperately with Beckbon, but in the end neither of them took advantage of the other, and the ball was bounced outside the sideline, Juventus sideline kick.

"Keep an eye on the good guy, don't let the Juventus get away with it." Chenlong issued an order as if nothing had happened, as if he was already an Inter Milanese, "Talking about you, little Japan, quickly keep an eye on Estigarivia."

"Lanocchia, take good care of Higuain, this kid is very cunning, he can wipe you out with just one turn..."

Changyouyou couldn't help but look at the evil Chenlong with contempt.I wipe, this little pervert, said he is addicted!Ranocchia's thoughts are exactly the same as his.

"Old Sa, let's not bother, let's just chat casually, they fight theirs, let's talk about ours, once the game is over, the two sides will be tied, everyone will be happy, right?"

Samuel's old face was gloomy like a dead fish, speechless... Do I really know him well?Do I have a fever?Could it be that the heavy rain just now made him feel a little silly?He couldn't help pinching his thigh secretly, the raw pain made him realize clearly that this kid was really harming him.

"I said Lao Sa, when will you come to Higuain's place as a guest? I live next door to him. You are both teammates of the national team and fellow villagers. Why don't you come over after the game, haha, I'll be the host."

....everything and what, getting farther and farther away.

"By the way, your Messi is also with me. I'm treating him. Don't you know that I'm his attending physician? He was still talking about you a few days ago, hehe."

"Is it true? He talked about me?" Samuel couldn't help but talk to Chen Long when he heard Messi talking about him.

Hehe, this old stubborn stone finally spoke, Chenlong finally felt happy, how could he let go of this good opportunity?

What are Samuel and Chenlong doing?Why do they look like brothers, fighting fiercely? Could it be that they are really good friends?Seeing the two people being so ambiguous on the court, the host couldn't help guessing again.

"Yes, Messi said that you are the most reassuring of Argentina's defense. As a result, your knees often have problems. He is very concerned and is thinking of asking you to come to me for treatment. You know , As Messi's friend, I must be obliged to do this." Someone brazenly continued to brag.

"Really? Can I really go to you for treatment?" Samuel was obviously fooled by Chenlong's sugar-coated bullets...

"You have asked 'really?' twice, do you want to ask a third time, this is completely inconsistent with your rock style, if it is replaced by Little Japan, he dedicated himself to me, I don't care , who are you, you are Messi's friend, you are my Chenlong's friend, remember my mobile phone number, 138..."

"Wait, speak slowly, my brain is not very good, so I need to memorize slowly." Samuel was already completely immersed in the chat with Chenlong.And someone, now looking at his teammates, kept talking about his mobile phone number.

The mobile phone number he said is indeed true, but the speed of speech is still very fast. This is intentional, just to let Rock's mental state concentrate on the number...

When Samuel was remembering the number, Chenlong finally caught the opportunity, Bakerbang took the ball, and defended alone behind him, Chenlong smiled in his heart, thinking that there was a good show to watch.

"How? Remember?" He raised his voice, intending to continue to confuse Samuel.

"Write it down, say it again, and I'll check it."

"Hmm...138..." This time Chenlong's speech became very slow, but at the same time he reached out his hand to beckon for the ball.

Beckbon had seen Chenlong a long time ago, and when he saw Chenlong making small moves, he suddenly kicked the ball over.

Just as Chenlong was talking about the last number, he took the ball, and Samuel also checked it at this time, and was about to nod, only to find that Chenlong had already passed him with the ball and slipped into the small corner. In the restricted area.

what! ? !Ahhhhh!At this moment, Samuel's brain seemed to be short-circuited, and he froze on the spot... What was I doing just now?How could he be there!With the ball at his feet? )——*(%...￥@When did it happen?

The sad Samuel fell into Chenlong's way in such a daze... At 84 minutes into the game, Chenlong personally rewrote the score to [-]-[-]...