i'm a superstar

Chapter 213 We are the champions!
"We are the champions! We are the champions!"

The fans sang loudly, jumped and screamed with their arms up.

At this time, the madman on the coach's bench finally erupted, roaring violently, and raised his fists fiercely.

The madman, the madman did not break his promise, and decisively staged a gorgeous slide track.

At this time, under the great surprise, the players on the Inter Milan field rushed to the bench.

It was a huge surprise, and the entire Meazza fans were excited, and the culmination of all this was the moment when Zhang Han fiercely lifted the trophy surrounded by the players.

The flashing lights, the colorful florescent confetti, the faces of people with huge surprises, all of this, it all seems like a dream, but it is indeed the most beautiful, the best dream.

"We are champions! We are champions!"

In the dream, Zhang Han was holding a huge silver trophy, the ribbons were fluttering, and the players were jumping together.

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Until the next morning, if it is on the streets of Milan, you can still see fans who are vaguely excited and celebrating Inter Milan's championship.

They, they will hug the passing tourists or citizens, and tell them that Inter Milan is the champion and has won the championship four rounds ahead of schedule.

Like these fans, Zhang Han woke up the next morning still immersed in this kind of surprise, but he just felt a bit of a splitting headache.

Needless to say, on the night of winning the championship, there must be a bus ride through the streets, and then a grand dinner will be held!Therefore, he, the number one hero who won the championship, must have been intoxicated by the rice tincture, so it's no wonder he doesn't have a headache.

On this day, as usual, the team had a holiday, and Zhang Han stayed with his family and friends all day. Everyone was very happy, and the home was filled with a gentle and joyful atmosphere.

It was very rare, family and friends finally got together, Zhang Han didn't want to let them go back after watching a game, so his small villa was overcrowded.

But it doesn't matter, there are hotels outside to stay in, so Zhang Han, his cousin Yuanfang, father and uncle went to the hotel to sleep in the glorious night.

The next morning, the sky was bright and clear, and Zhang Han came out of the hotel and went directly to the training ground.

Along the way, since entering the Inter Milan training base, there is a happy atmosphere everywhere, as if it is Chinese New Year. Every staff member who sees him, whether it is the security personnel at the gate or the cleaners in the barbed wire, etc., Seeing Zhang Han showed a happy and respectful smile.

Zhang Han was also very happy. He walked briskly and walked all the way, giggling non-stop.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the sun came out and the weather became warmer. On the green and lovely turf, Inter Milan's training session began.

First, the physical fitness coach with a smile on his face led them to run around the field. The players were talking and laughing, happy, and followed the coach like a group of happy birds.

The sky is light blue, far away, and the sun is soft, very close, very close. At this time, it seems that the world of everyone's eyes is different, clear, lovely and cheerful.

"Boss, do I have a problem?"

After an hour of jogging, the players took a short rest, Zhang Han sat comfortably on the turf, Balotelli took the opportunity to run over and said.

"Do you have any opinion?"

Zhang Han raised his head. Because of the sunlight, he squinted his eyes and asked back.

"Why did you replace me at halftime?"

Bashen detoured ahead, stared at Zhang Han's face, and said.

"Don't block my sunshine!"

Zhang Han felt his eyes darkened, and said unhappily.

"Why did you replace me at halftime?" Bashen continued to ask, but turned his body sideways and returned the sunshine to Zhang Han.

"Why do you ask me? Isn't it the coach who replaced you?" Zhang Han was a little angry and a little confused.

Bashen moved another two steps, sat down next to Zhang Han, and said with an aggrieved face: "But I asked the coach, he, he said that you asked him to change."

"FK!" Zhang Han cursed, and then laughed, the madman is so cunning, he actually played tricks on him, like Balotelli.

"Bashen!" Zhang Han hugged Balotelli's shoulders, and suddenly said meaningfully, "You know what? I always hope to have a brother as black as you."

"Hmm!" Bashen was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes, "And then? Then you asked the coach to replace your brother."

"I said, why don't you understand?" Zhang Han said depressedly, "I'll say it again, I didn't change you..."

"But the coach said, it was you who asked him to change..." Bashen admitted his death and grabbed Zhang Han.

"Okay! I asked him to change it!" Zhang Han didn't want to be long-winded with this guy, so he simply admitted it, lest he always cling to himself. He is thinking about his own Lin Lin now!
correct!Lin Lin told him something last night, and she wanted to drink coffee with him tonight.

"Boss!" But Bashen was still unwilling to let him go, and immediately changed into a flattering smile, "Can you not replace me next time, me, I will definitely try to score goals."

"Mario!" Zhang Han became angry and jumped up from the ground.

"What?" Bashen was puzzled.

"Get out, get out of here, or I will change you next time." Zhang Han jumped up and cursed angrily.

Amidst Zhang Han's furious scolding, Balotelli ran away happily with his head in his arms.

"How? I said that the boss didn't give up on you, right! If he scolds you angrily, it means that you are still saved."

Balotelli came to the side, Quaresma said secretly.

After a little turmoil, Inter Milan used the technology stolen from Barcelona to conduct a small-scale half-court pass and catch practice. Soon after an hour, the players went back to their respective homes, went to their mothers, and went home for lunch. up.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, they came back again. Mourinho seemed determined to win, and called the players into the tactical room, and made detailed tactical deployment and explanations for this Barcelona match.

More than an hour later, they came to the training ground again and divided into two teams to practice tactics against Barcelona.

Here I have to talk about the madman Mourinho. Although he has always given people a relatively conservative impression, he is also a head coach with his own distinctive style.

So what are the main characteristics of a madman?It is very good at grasping the opponent's loopholes and formulating highly targeted tactics.

Now that Barcelona is in full swing, it is the peak moment of the Three Dream Dynasties. Therefore, this characteristic of the madman is actually the key to Inter Milan's victory. Zhang Han is very clear about this.

Of course, it wasn't him who was clear, but Anna who had lived in his head for a long time and hadn't paid the rent.She did not intervene in Mourinho's tactical arrangements this time, how can I say it?After a year of familiarity with Barcelona's tactics, the madman is no longer the madman he used to be.

Ana believes that Mourinho, who has integrated Guardiola's tactics, can now be said to be the number one coach in the world. She firmly believes in this, so she is now completely letting go and letting Mourinho play freely up.

　I have a cold, a sore throat, and an inflamed throat. I have not saved any codes for two months, and I am almost tired.

　　
　
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