It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 136 134 Crying for the Emperor

Seeing the hamburger in Vilanova's hand, Charles hid in the stadium corridor early after changing his clothes.

While waiting for other teammates to come out, Charles also heard the sound of the system that had been silent for a long time.

"TADA~Congratulations to the host for getting the reverse Materazzi - Zidane."

"In front of the World Cup champion, Materazzi completely angered Zidane with 'I want your sister'."

"For the dignity of his family, Zidane knocked down Materazzi with a stunning header. The legendary star Zidane, who retired after the World Cup, could have bid a perfect farewell with a World Cup trophy, but he missed the trophy in the end."

As a Frenchman, he is familiar with the story of this World Cup.

Everyone has different opinions on whether it is appropriate for Zidane to do this, but everyone has something sacred in their hearts that cannot be violated, just like Michael Ballack's runner-up (he is also the runner-up in the total number of runner-up titles), Charles doesn't eat hamburgers, and Zidane's heart is just his family.

……

“两队历史上正式比赛中共交锋6次，巴萨3胜2平1负，客场1胜2平保持不败。”

"Today's game was played in the rain."

"There were 82955 people at the Meazza Stadium today. The scene was extremely hot today."

"Today, both teams have former players from the other team. Today's game is very exciting."

The head coaches of both teams came out last with the team. The moment they walked out of the player tunnel, the bright lights of the stadium projected directly into Guardiola's eyes. In a trance, Mourinho walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Guardiola reached out and shook Mourinho's hand, "Long time no see, Jose."

Soon, the referee from Germany blew the whistle to start the game.

Milito passed the ball back to his teammate, Maicon received the ball, tapped it lightly, and then passed it to Lucio.

Under the pressure from Messi and Ibrahimovic, Samuel did not choose to fight with the two, but passed the ball directly back to the goalkeeper.

Before Mourinho came, although Inter Milan had a luxurious lineup, its results were not very outstanding because of its strong offense and weak defense.

But after the madman, this situation was directly improved, the Nerazzurri was no longer top-heavy, but completely evolved into a ferocious beast.

The ball was still passing between Inter Milan's defense. Charles looked back and saw Zanetti wandering not far behind him. He felt that Inter Milan's attack might be launched from his side, so he immediately moved close to the passing space between Zanetti and Maicon, ready to intercept at any time.

Sure enough, the moment Maicon got the ball, without much thinking, he just kicked the ball hard.

"Snapped--"

The ball flew towards Zanetti on the grass like a hungry rabbit.

But the rabbit seemed to have forgotten the danger on the road. Charles was like a snake lurking in the grass. Before the ball could react, he rushed out from the side and stretched out his left foot. The panicked ball hit Charles' foot defenselessly and bounced up.

Zanetti rushed from behind Charles, trying to snatch his treasure, but Charles did not give him the chance at all. Instead, he turned around the moment the ball bounced and kicked the ball with his right foot.

Mourinho chewed gum and stared at the situation on the field, and couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Although the game had just started not long ago, Mourinho could see that Charr's style of play had changed again.

Compared to the previous game where they relied madly on their footwork to make up for their lack of defense and slow speed, and it even looked like they were dancing, this time Charr's style of play was more chic and elegant, and one or two touches and passes of the ball were enough to make Inter Milan's defense ineffective.

Guardiola is really lucky.

When they were both in Barcelona, ​​one was the team's main player and the other was the team's translator; when he retired, they both started their jobs at a higher level than him.

Now, after becoming a coach, I have so many talented players under me.

Maicon and Zanetti chased relentlessly, but people are never as fast as the ball. Henry turned around and dribbled at high speed the moment he received the ball.

Sneijder and Lucio attacked Henry from the front and back.

Cesar stood on the goal line and stared at Henry nervously. While Henry was fighting, Charles was not idle either. He came in from behind, ready to respond at any time.

At the same time, Ibrahimovic and Messi were not far away. Faced with so many arrows fired at the same time, Cesar did not dare to stay on the goal line and die.

At the same time, Henry also created space and kicked the ball.

"boom--"

Sneijder subconsciously stretched out his foot, but only felt a puddle of water splashing on his leg. When he looked back, he saw Charles kicking the ball.

not good!

Cesar was startled and reached out his hand subconsciously, and only then did he realize that it was a fake shot and a real pass. Charles's kick was not a shot at all, but a pass.

The ball flew in the air like a goose flapping its wings, and Ibrahimovic, standing in the crowd, jumped high.

Samuel gritted his teeth and pushed the ground hard, trying to head the ball away, but when he was less than ten centimeters away from the ball, his former teammate actually condescended to use his head to hit the ball.

'call out! ’

Cesar stood on the small penalty area line and fell to the ground with lightning speed, bravely blocking the ball.

"Just 60 seconds into the game, Charles intercepted the ball in the midfield and Henry drove straight into the goal. Unfortunately, Cesar made a heroic effort to save Ibrahimovic's header."

"From this we can see that Charles is really good at seizing opportunities. He didn't hesitate when passing the ball and passed it to the right place with one kick. Moreover, the cooperation with his teammates was also very tacit."

"After the shocking opening, Inter Milan must now pick themselves up immediately."

【Charlotte Bar】

"What does the slogan on the court mean? Does anyone know?"

"It should be 'Char, we are flattered to have you here.'"

"Wow, Yu Zhan Liu Nian, are you six or nine points away from Tsinghua University this time? And you know Italian?"

"The boss has already gone to Peking University. You are too behind the times." "No, Azhen, are you serious?"

"Isn't this a decisive match? Why would Inter Milan put up such a slogan? It seems as if Charles has never played in Italy."

"Moratti has money. Inter Milan has many stars now, but they don't have a player like Charles who can really break through, dribble and expand the depth. Eto'o and Milito are good at getting rid of defenders in a small area and shooting. Balotelli's brain is not very clear... Maicon and Zanetti are good at dribbling, but their positions are too far back."

"In short, each of Inter Milan's players has distinct characteristics and outstanding abilities in one aspect, but they are more suitable to do other things. They can be attackers but they are not the most suitable."

"So this is from Zhao'an?"

"That's unlikely. They've already booked Brazilian midfielder Coutinho, who can dribble and break through. The burgers in Italy may not be as delicious as those in Spain. It's even more unlikely that Charles will come."

The ball was just blocked by Cesar and Chivu immediately cleared it.

After receiving the ball, Zanetti once again seized the opportunity to pass the ball to Maicon, while Motta followed closely beside Charles.

After seeing Maicon receive the ball, Charles was not in a hurry. He took Motta for a slow walk on the court to observe the opportunity, and chatted with Motta in broken Italian from time to time.

"I don't understand Italian, could you please stop talking?"

Motta, who was born in La Masia youth training camp, couldn't stand Charles' annoyance and didn't want to play with him at all.

He knew that Charles would find people to chat with on the court, but he didn't know he was so good at it.

It would have been fine if we just chatted about the weather, transportation, and food, but he also started talking to him about life, ideals, and work, and finally even started urging me to have a baby. Who could stand this?
At this time, Henry rushed forward and Maicon poked the ball with the tip of his right foot after he stopped the ball.

"So you haven't forgotten your Spanish yet?" As soon as he finished speaking, Charles immediately started walking and rushed towards the ball.

Mota was just distracted for a moment, and he didn't expect that the little fox Charles had already left him more than half a meter behind. This half a meter was like the gap between heaven and hell, and he could not catch up no matter what.

As soon as Maicon and Zanetti saw Charles intercept the ball, they immediately started to close their arms like the claws of a claw machine.

Just as Maicon was rushing towards Charles, trying to intercept the ball, Charles stepped on the ball with his right foot and lightly pulled the ball back, leaving Maicon empty-handed.

Zanetti rushed behind Charles quickly, but he didn't expect that Charles turned 180 degrees the moment he stepped on the ball with his right foot, as if he was dancing a pirouette. The moment his right foot landed, his left foot stepped on the ball again and pulled the ball diagonally forward.

Zanetti widened his eyes helplessly. He had seen many Marseille turns, but he had never seen one as smooth and fluent as Charles's.

After getting rid of the double-team, Charles glanced at Zanetti and Maicon who were chasing him from behind and had no desire to dribble too much. Instead, he chose the right moment and kicked the ball hard with his right foot.

"boom--"

On the widest green field, Ibrahimovic received the ball from Charles in the penalty area.

At this time, there were only two defensive players in front of him.

Sneijder lowered his center of gravity and stared at the ball eagerly. Ibrahimovic used various tricks to dribble the ball. After finding that Sneijder was not fooled and Inter Milan's defense was in position, he could only helplessly kick the ball again with the outside of his right foot.

"Guard him!"

Montari, who had just chased back to the top of the penalty area, turned around and looked back along the ball, his eyes widened in despair and surprise.

Even though there were seven of his teammates in the penalty area, Cesar still felt surrounded and isolated.

Charles' left foot just stepped on the top line of the penalty area, and his right foot directly rubbed the ball.

"call out--"

The saddled horses opened up in all directions, passing by suddenly like a meteor.

Cesar jumped high but the ball suddenly turned in the air. This was nothing, but perhaps due to the influence of the weather, the arc of the ball in the air was completely different from what he had judged in his mind.

As he looked up, the ball almost brushed his arm and flew into the goal.

"The ball goes in, Barcelona takes the first goal and wins, 1:0 Inter Milan."

"Today, Charles was an elegant assassin. Even if he was chatting with you on the court a second ago, at this moment, Charles might have already studied how to score a goal and his next moves on the court."

"While Motta was still distracted by his conversation with Charles, Charles, like a real assassin, controlled the ball in the blink of an eye. Facing Inter Milan's defense, he only needed a light and graceful Marseille turn to pass two people."

"Charles's Marseille turn just now didn't seem like a football move, but more like a graceful dance on the field."

"As the most famous French football star, Zidane and the Marseille round complement each other, and he is watching this game in the stands at this moment."

"We don't know what his mood is now, whether he is proud of the future of French football, regretful that he didn't play with Charles in his professional career, or happy that he achieved success earlier than Charles."

"But one thing is certain, that is, everyone watching this game now feels happy because Charles is on the court!"

"It rained like a cow's hair at the Meazza Stadium today. Perhaps it was because Charles was playing in Italy not far away. But Napoleon, one of the only two emperors of Corsica, could not watch the other emperor of Corsica, Charles, play in person. God sympathized with him and shed tears."

"A year ago, all Corsicans were proud of Napoleon, but now all French people are proud of Charles's existence."

"They were both born in Ajaccio. We don't know in which hospital the first emperor of Corsica was born, but we now know exactly where Charles was born."

"If the Ajaccio Tourism Board wants to increase tourism revenue, it should rename the hospital where Charles was born as 'Charles Lee Hospital', just like the airport was named 'Napoleon Bonaparte' in honor of Napoleon."

While Charles and his teammates were celebrating, Mourinho and his assistants standing on the sidelines had already begun discussing how to deal with the current changes in the situation.

"Jose, should we change the formation, or have someone else keep an eye on Charles?"

The teaching assistant asked.

Mourinho shook his head. "It takes a long time to build an offensive system like Barcelona. But it is much easier to build a new defensive system. Our defense today was very compact, but many of our players are new players, so it is not realistic to change the formation temporarily."

"so what should I do now?"

Mourinho waved his hand. "Start from the local area. Motta - Motta -"

Manchester City committed 115 violations. If the penalty issue cannot be resolved well, I feel that Manchester City and Chelsea will be dragged into the water.

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