i'm a superstar

Chapter 156 All of them are shriveled.

On October 2009, 10, there was drizzling rain in the sky, and Inter Milan ushered in the visiting Udinese at San Siro.

Amidst the cheers of 8 fans, the ball kicked off at midfield.

The game has just started 30 minutes, it is unbelievable that Udinese, who are playing away, have already led 3:0.

"What's wrong with Inter Milan today? Every player is listless and feels heavy on their feet."

A commentary sounded at the scene, and a commentator said.

"Yes, they don't seem to be interested in this game at all, their offense is weak, and their defense is also very lax. Just now, if Sassel is in good condition, he should be able to save the goal just now."

"Zhang Han, what's wrong with Zhang Han? He's out of shape. Today is the third time he's been intercepted?"

"Look, look at Mourinho on the sidelines, he is expressionless, is he worried about Inter Milan's poor performance today?"

“Inter, what happened to Inter? Are they still the same team?”

Of course, the two Inter Milan commentators did not know what the Inter Milan players experienced. Just three days ago, they went to Russia and almost lost their lives in the ice and snow.

Although, although there was no air crash, the psychological impact on the players is immeasurable.Over the past three days, almost all of Inter Milan's main players have received psychological treatment. It is already remarkable that they can appear on the court and participate in the game today.

Of course, it may be a bit exaggerated to say so, but people who have not experienced life and death, and who have personally experienced air crashes, may not understand their feelings.

Remember the Dutch ice prince, Bergkamp?Because of fear of flying in his career, he gave up the national team many times.If it is said that the Ice Prince has never experienced such a thing, no one will believe it.

But in fact, the probability of an airplane crash is not higher than that of a train, a car, or even a bicycle. Perhaps this is more due to human psychology!I always feel that people are flying in the sky, and their fate is difficult to control by themselves.

"Inter Milan's performance was too bad. If Udinese hadn't wasted opportunities, the score might not have been 3:0."

The narrator Hicks sighed.

"Yes, this is a difficult game. The first half is coming to an end. If Inter Milan still can't cheer up, the second half will be even more dangerous."

The referee may also be very disappointed with Inter Milan's performance on the field. He was listless, looked at his watch, and decisively blew the whistle at 45 minutes.

The Inter Milan players breathed a sigh of relief, and walked slowly to the locker room. At this time, no one was in the mood to talk, and they all lowered their heads, feeling very bad.

"Hey!" Anna sighed deeply.

After a while, when Zhang Han walked into the locker room, she said again, "Boy, cheer up, if this goes on, your Inter Milan, no, our Inter Milan will really lose."

Zhang Han still did not speak.

"You're talking! You're dumb!" cried Anna.

"What did I say?" Zhang Han replied dumbly. He returned to the dressing room and sat down on the sofa where he was changing clothes. His face was full of exhaustion, as if he was very tired.

"Don't you want to lose? Don't forget, you guys, bah bah, we, we have won six games, and you have scored goals in six consecutive games. Don't you want to waste all your previous efforts?" Anna hated iron and steel.

"I don't seem to be able to cheer up? What should I do?" Zhang Han said listlessly.

"Whatever! Say something to them casually? Don't forget, you are the captain, you are the spiritual leader, if you collapse! Your team will really be over." Anna guessed that there was no good way, and sighed. .

Zhang Han started to get angry. Before he got angry, Mourinho, who was always willing to boost morale in the midfield, did not come today. Maybe he also has a shadow in his heart!Couldn't find a solution to the problem either.

"Look at what you all look like? What are you playing? Are you still a player of Inter Milan? A world-class star."

Unable to control so much, Zhang Han let out the aggrieved energy in his heart through roaring.

Hearing Zhang Han's nonsensical yelling, the Inter Milan players were stunned, but they didn't speak. The locker room was very quiet, only the heavy breathing of a few players could be heard.

Zhang Han coughed violently for a while, and then roared, "I heard a veteran say before that on the battlefield, only those who are not afraid of death are eligible to live. You, no, it's us, what are we? Stars, we have at least several million salaries a year, do you know how much that is?"

Hearing this, the Inter Milan players looked at Zhang Han and shook their heads one by one.

"I don't know how much it is? But, what I want to tell you and myself is, with so much money, shouldn't we work hard? Those, those blue-collar workers, those white-collar workers, yes, Take the flight attendants and pilots who serve us, are they paid more than us?"

Zhang Han's voice suddenly raised an octave, and he roared hoarsely.

"Remember, remember this incident! It, it tells us how good life is."

While talking, Zhang Han's gloomy mood suddenly disappeared, and he felt that the whole world in front of him became beautiful.

He continued, "Could it be, don't you feel this kind of beauty? Since, since you are still alive, let me live a good life, and don't cry like a bitch."

"Zhang Han, what you said just now was not from a veteran, but from a famous American general, MacArthur." Bojan Kerkic was the first to speak.

"Whatever Arthur? Just make sense, boy, do you think what I said makes sense?" Zhang Han smiled, and it seemed that he was a different person at this time, his eyes were full of powerful, expanding outward self-confidence.

"Then you mean to send us to die!" Bo Yang said with a bright smile.

"Hey! You boy, I can't tell. You look so feminine, but you are a man at heart." Zhang Han ran over and rubbed Bo Yang's head.

"Get out! You are a woman!" Bo Yang slapped Zhang Han's evil hands off in displeasure.

"You, you are all bitches, didn't you just go through something? You are all pussies." Zhang Han continued to yell.

"Are you the shy kid?" Bashen retorted, although he didn't understand Zhang Han's Northeast dialect in Chinese, but it definitely sounded bad.

"You, are you the bum?"

These guys who play football can reach this level, and none of them are easy to mess with. In the Inter Milan locker room, every player roared.

(End of this chapter)