i'm a superstar

Chapter 237 The Brave Wins
Naturally, during the halftime break, Mourinho was furious, with a clean-shaven face, and severely criticized the players.

At this time, he is still very utilitarian and strict, and he is still very fierce when he scolds others.

After the madman finished cursing and went out, Zhang Han stood up and delivered the captain's speech, he said.

"Don't listen to the old man's nonsense, in fact, we played well in the first half." Zhang Han said these words with a smile on his face, and he showed enough kindness, "However, it seems that the result is not good. That's great!" He smiled mockingly again, as if he was laughing at luck, or mocking himself.

After he made such a fuss in the locker room, the tense atmosphere suddenly relaxed, and the players showed relaxed expressions on their faces.

Zhang Han glanced at these guys out of the corner of his eye. He was quite satisfied with his eloquence and level of fooling people. He sorted out his thoughts, turned his face down again, and then said a bright sword spirit, which Li Yunlong often hangs on his mouth That sentence - "Meeting on a narrow road, the brave wins!".

After some flickering, the 15 minutes of the intermission passed quickly. When each Inter Milan player came out of the slightly dark and humid locker room, their expressions and eyes became a little different.

"When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!" The team members were thinking about this famous saying from China in their hearts.

"You, you! You can talk nonsense!" Anna taunted the happy Zhang Han and said, "What you said is so profound, can they understand it?"

"You should be able to understand it! Although they all play football and their cultural quality is not very high, what I should say is very simple and clear!" Zhang Han scratched his head, and the expression on his face seemed to express such a meaning.

When the players from both sides came out of the player tunnel again, the atmosphere on the scene became hot again, and the fans in the stands cheered excitedly, feeling as if they hadn't seen each other for three years.

There is nothing to say about this. People who have watched football games generally have this feeling, that is, the intermission time is very long and difficult.

"Damn! Bayern is so hateful, I hate that Ram!"

Because of the lead in the first half, Lin Qingji in the stands hated the German, angrily threw away the shredded confetti in his hand - the admission ticket, and said.

"Sister Lin Qing, don't be angry, Zhang Han deserves it, who made him feel good about it! This time, extreme joy turns into sadness!" Although Liu Ruobing said so, Liu Ruobing's slender, jade-like smooth and bright hands held tightly Grabbing the edge of the plastic seat, it can be seen that she is a little unhappy in her heart.

"Don't worry, Qing'er, Zhang Han must have a way to resolve it." Lin Lin smiled softly, "I believe, trust him, he will be able to reverse the unfavorable situation."

Lin Lin's mother shook her head helplessly when she heard the conversation between the three. Then she took a meaningful look at her eldest daughter and smiled thoughtfully.

At this time, the players from both sides finished playing, and under the whistle of the referee, the intense and tense game began again.

Sure enough, it was an extremely intense game. Just after the start, the fans in the stands could feel that the offensive and defensive rhythm of the two teams was incredible.

"Ah! Zhang Han, Zhang Han is starting to lose his temper." The commentator suddenly shouted excitedly.

At this time, Bayern had an opportunity to advance to the Inter Milan half. Van Bommel's kick passed to Gomez's long pass 40 meters away from the back of the striker. Bradley alertly intercepted the ball, forming a rare Inter Milan Opportunity to fight back.Without hesitation, Bradley passed the ball to Zhang Han not far in front of him.

Zhang Han seemed to have eyes behind him, he flicked the ball with his heel, and turned around.When he turned around, passed Schweinsteiger behind him, and ran forward, Bojan, who had a tacit understanding in the frontcourt, had already passed the ball back to the space in front of him, so he was comfortable Catch the ball and drive forward with the ball.

"Zhang Han! Zhang Han's dribbling speed is too fast this time, Bayern, Bayern's formation is a bit scattered, they are a bit caught off guard."

In the commentary, Zhang Han on the court was full of domineering, kicked his toes, and waded the ball far away. When he caught up with the ball again, he had already crossed the midfield line.

"Dangerous, Bayern is a bit dangerous now..." The commentator suddenly became very nervous.

When he finished speaking, Zhang Han, who was advancing rapidly, advanced more than ten meters. He looked up, and then he strode the ball again, passed the ball, and Fan Bomei, who quickly returned to defense Er started the race.

"Zhang Han, Zhang Han is too domineering, he just ate Van Bommel raw, and he didn't worry about indigestion." The narrator joked.

Peng!When Zhang Han caught up with the ball again, he took another stride and bounced the ball.

"Oh my god!"

Van Bommel, who was chasing after Zhang Han, yelled. He broke out in a cold sweat and finally despaired. He stared at the tall figure with despairing eyes, knowing that he would never catch up again.

"Zhang Han, Zhang Han caught up with the ball." The commentator shouted, "He, he has already approached Bayern's penalty area. This, this speed of dribbling is no one. In just a few seconds, he, he It almost spans more than half of the venue."

At this time, when all the players thought that Zhang Han was going to hit Huanglong directly and complete a shocking shot, he remained calm and rubbed his feet lightly, and the ball flew away lightly and obediently stand up.

It was an over-the-top pass, and when the knowing Quaresma appeared in the Bayern penalty area, he was single-handedly, leaving him with only Bayern's lone goalkeeper.

"Good goal! Good goal!" The commentator roared hysterically, because the ball was passed just right, and Quaresma could directly complete the empty shot after receiving the ball.

"Quaresma! He, he hit the door."

In the roar of the commentator, as the audience imagined, Quaresma shot directly with one foot and sent the ball to the right side of Bayern's goal. He hit the far corner.

After the confident Quares kicked his feet, he smiled, showing a happy smile.

Because the ball was played very comfortably, as perfect as a push shot in a textbook, the ball tricked Bayern goalkeeper Rensing, passed through his armpit, and went straight to the right goal post.

However, when Quaresma heard the ding, his little face instantly turned a liver color.

"How come? Goalposts!"

Quaresma stared blankly, in pain, holding his bare head in disbelief, and shouted, at this moment, he heard another ding.

He, he saw it, that cute, hateful ball hit the left post again, "Twice post!" He thought silently, "Twice post, it's time to go in this time! "He was in a panic, thinking worriedly.

(End of this chapter)