"What kind of kick? Are you still from Milan? ”

"Demetrio, you're like a today!"

", what are you talking to that Chinese kid? Are you guys playing match-fixing? ”

"Class! Class, class! ”

Milan fans shouted at the home team, along with the coach, and the curses were endless.

Today is for you to finish the abuse of Naples, and for you to use Naples to humiliate your sworn enemies in the same city.

But what about you?

But he kicked the pagans in blue and black in a terrible way, isn't that a slap in the face?

I remember that a month ago, Milan fans were extremely ridiculed because Napoli drew with Inter Milan away, and now Inter fans are also deflated by Napoli, not to mention how happy they are.

"Hahaha, where did you guys go before?"

"Didn't you say that you could torture Naples with blood? Why did you kick so badly? ”

"I thought Milan was bloody! I didn't expect it to be a group of bad seeds! ”

In this way, the Milan stars burst into the tunnel and hid in the dressing room.

In the locker room, Capello looked at this group of so-called "world-class" stars, and his face was full of helplessness.

They can sit here, either because they came through Milan's own academy or because they have been generous on the world-class stage. No matter who you put it in a weaker team, you can act as the core.

But it is such a team that is helpless in front of Napoli in the relegation zone.

Listening to the occasional laugh from next door, Capello felt ashamed on his own face.

"This is not the Milan of two years ago!" Capello sighed, "Milan needs reforms, but the ones who succeed will certainly not be me." ”

Thinking of this, Capello held back his words, looked at the people in the locker room, and said slowly: "Players, this is Milan." ”

yes, this is Milan, who doesn't know?

It was because everyone knew that this was Milan that the home fans booed the players so quickly during the break.

They don't know much about football tactics, and they don't know why Milan, a team with such big names, can't play the southerners in the relegation zone.

But they know that if Milan doesn't score again, they will really have to follow the "old way" of Inter.

"Players, a month ago there was already a Milan team here who was held to a draw by Napoli, is it possible that another Milan team will repeat the same mistake now?"

"No—" Hearing this, Maldini couldn't sit still.

The other team members also clenched their fists, trying to stand up and retort.

But before the team members could squeak, Capello took out the tactical board and continued to talk to himself.

'In the first half, Napoli put in front of us a bucket formation, and it was a kind of bucket formation that didn't want to be a show.

"This is something I didn't expect, it's my dereliction of duty." Capello was the first to introspect.

'In the second half, the first thing we had to do was break the deadlock.

Capello lifted his glasses and assigned the task: "In the second half, we play offensive football, Leonardo, you and Dejan are in advance, and the formation is changed to 424. ”

With that, Capello moved the two of them's magnets to the same level as Weah and Kluivert on the tactical blackboard, and then drew a forward arrow in the blank space above Maldini and Costacuta's magnets.

"Paul, you and Alessandro need to get the assist when the team needs it. Remember, you must be decisive and there must be no drag! ”

'Marcel, what you need to watch out for is Napoli's counter-attack. Their counter-attacking methods are only long passes, all you have to do is intercept the ball and not the man, I think you should be able to do that! ”

Hearing the manager's inquiry, Desailly nodded.

Tall and skilled, Desailly can play in midfield, defender, libero and other positions, and is an insurmountable gate on the French national team's defense.

With a height of 1.88 meters, he is enough to handle any high-altitude ball that is hoisted into the penalty area.

'What we have to do is to score a goal as quickly as possible with lightning speed.'

"When there is a lead, it will not be us but them anxiously! When the time comes, their bucket formation will not be broken, and the second and third goals will follow. ”

Seeing Capello come up with tactics to deal with the other party, the players were in high spirits one by one, and seemed to see the hope of showing off to the fans after winning.

A defence-oriented layout like Napoli's, which is densely packed at the edge of the penalty area, gives the opposition a huge space in the midfield to launch attacks.

In the 1967 Champions League final, Celtic relied on this offensive method to defend the high ground of offensive football and break the myth of the invincibility of chain defense. In the eyes of the British, the match has a positive meaning in the history of football.

"Also, we can't just be brutal." Capello drew a flat ellipse on the edge of the Napoli penalty area, "Set-pieces, we have to use the front set-pieces and two corners..."

"Set-pieces are also a good way to score, don't be brutal if you can't attack, and use set-pieces to eat away at the opponent's defense little by little."

"Control the ball in your own hands as much as possible, even if the opponent steals, you can't let him quickly counterattack, you must cut off the opponent's passing route, understand?"

"Got it!" The Milan players replied in unison.

The big country rice set is outdated, and has long been studied by future generations to deal with countless countermeasures. Capello believes that if the team plays according to their own instructions, even if they can't win the second half, it is still very possible to score a goal and make it 1-0.

......

Fifteen minutes later, amid the clamor of fans on both sides, the two sides lined up on the pitch again.

"Milan are going on the attack." In the stands, a capable man with short hair, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a beard bit the tip of his pen.

Unlike the fans of both teams, he was more like a spectator throughout the game, watching the players on both sides come and go.

Most fans follow the ball, and wherever the ball flies, their eyes move. But the man often keeps an eye on players who don't have that ball, whether it's sky-blue Napoli or red-black Milan. If a player catches his eye, he immediately records his performance.

If you can watch football like this, even if you are not a coach, you are also a person who works in football.

"If I were Capello, I would cut off Napoli's offensive line first." The man picked up the pen again and drew a few lines in the notebook, outlining a football field. At the same time, a few more circles were clicked, representing the players on the field.

When he stopped, the San Siro was really on the pitch like his stick figures. Milan attacked aggressively, Leonardo, who had the ball, was constantly colliding with his teammates on the right side, and the other Milan players also gathered on the right side, receiving teammates or interspersing runs, tearing the two chains of Napoli to the bumble.

Capello focused his attack on the right flank, which was to see that Napoli's attacks often came from the left. While Ayala continued to stumble due to defence, Napoli's quick counter-attack on the left could only be stillborn.

Damir and Bellucci had to retreat to midfield to form a third "chain" to help their teammates defend.

"Corner." The man flipped the page, drew a rectangle and dotted a little in the corner area.

On the pitch, Ayala seemed to be controlled by something, decisively falling to the ground and making a tackle, scooping the ball off the line before Dejan's low cross was made.

"Milan's corner." It seemed to verify the man's "guess", Huang Jianxiang said softly.

"The defenders insert the assists, and in terms of height, Milan still have an advantage." The man drew another sketch and then drew an arrow in front of Milan's left and right defenders, pointing directly at the Napoli penalty area.

Sure enough, Maldini and Costacuta swooped diagonally into the box and found a position in the already crowded box.

Albertini waited until his teammates had found their position before raising his hand to signal for a corner.

"Even though Paul ran to the back post, Patrick and George were at the front post, so it should be here." As he spoke, the man drew an arcing arrow from the corner area, pointing to the point in front of the goal.

Sure enough, Albertini's full moon scimitar was flat and fast. In the crowd, Georgio Wiah broke free from Bardini's pull and struggled to the front point to bend over and stretch his neck. The ball hit his forehead and flew diagonally towards the goal.

Seeing that the ball was about to enter the net, Ou Chuliang jumped up at the critical moment and blocked the ball out of the bottom line with one palm on the goal line.

Seeing this, Ayala and Faqi hurriedly stepped forward to pull Ou Chulian up from the side net.

"Oh, good job!"

"Ou! Pretty flutter! ”

The two were surprised and delighted.

Weah's header was unexpected, and they could barely watch as they watched the header hit the back of the net.

But fortunately, Ou Chuliang has always been tense and nervous, and he has been quick to react, otherwise, Napoli would really have to say goodbye to the iron bucket formation.

Ou Chuliang shook his head and stretched out his hand to push the other party away: "The other party is still attacking, you must watch people!" ”

“OK！”

Ayalabi made an immediate gesture to do so, and once again came to Kluivert's side, squeezing him two steps outside.

"With Ou behind, what are you afraid of?"

"Yes, the Milan players have nothing to fear, just try your best to defend!"

I don't know when it started, there was Ou Chuliang standing in front of the goal, and these Napoli players felt very reassured.

Looking at the position of the Milan players, the man on the opening stage did not redraw the picture this time, but muttered: "It's still the previous point." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Albertini picked up the ball again. Another low, flat corner went straight to the Napoli goal.

This time, Napoli, who had preparedness, did not let Kluivert and George Viah get their way. After fighting hard for the header, the ball was still hit by the Milan players, but it was only a slight scalp.

Looking at the ball that slowly bounced into the vacuum in front of the Napoli goal, the man whispered again: "The ball belongs to the goalkeeper." ”

In front of the Naples gate, Ou Chulian yelled: "Stop." ”

Before he could finish speaking, Ocullian took a step forward with his right foot, jumped and pounced, and held the ball firmly at the feet of Bardini and Ayala. At this time, Donadoni and Dejan, who stepped forward to make up for the shot, had just run behind Ayala and Bardini.

"Nice goalkeeper." The man drew a circle in front of the Naples Gate and traced it twice in a row.

Other ordinary fans only saw the "phenomenon" of Ou Chuliang touching the ball twice in a row, but did not see the "reason" why he could touch the ball.

And the short-haired man saw it.

In the first corner, Ou Chuliang stood close to the front post, so he was able to make a maximum save at the crucial moment; In the second corner, he commanded his teammates to stand and defend to fight for the first point, and when the ball landed, he commanded his teammates to protect it as soon as possible, so that the ball was confiscated unharmed.

This corner kick alone is enough to make Ou Chuliang reach the level above the passing line of a well-known goalkeeper in Serie A, and is worthy of Ou Chuliang's current reputation in Serie A. Coupled with the performance of the first half, that's why the man will whisper praise at this moment.

"Oh my God, are you a prophet?"

Ou Chuliang was lying on the ground to protect the ball, and the short-haired man was in control, but the two young men behind him couldn't sit still.

From the beginning of the second half of the game, they noticed the "god-to-god" uncle in front.

Whether it is the sketch he took out the strokes or the command in his mouth, it all "coincides" with what happened on the field.

"It's incredible, could you have predicted what was about to happen?" The tall and thin young man on the left couldn't help but say.

"Of course, after God is me!" The short-haired man turned around and replied in Italian, full of foreign flavors.

"Oh! Oh my God, what will happen next? The curly-haired chubby on the right couldn't help but ask.

The man looked at the pitch, and although Acchulian had just intercepted Milan's corner, Napoli did not have many attacking opportunities.

Left-back Ayala was confined to the limit, while strikers Damir and Bellucci were also targeted by Milan's centre-backs.

Ou Chuliang could only throw the ball low to his teammates on the other side, and then the Napoli midfielder had to rush to play a long pass in the face of the four Milan strikers who were grabbing on the same level after a few inverted feet.

Desailly and Maldini left no space for the Milan defence, and the Milan captain flicked the ball with a header and flicked it to his team-mate.

Milan's attack is coming again.

"Short pass penetration on the right flank." The short-haired man who claimed to be God proudly marked an accent on the left side of Naples.

Sure enough, Milan did not launch a long pass, but through the cooperation of several personnel in the front field, the ball was passed to the left side of Napoli again.

Ayala and a few of his teammates kept Milan's attacking players at bay, but no one could guarantee that one of them would suddenly burst out and break Napoli's chains.

Just when the Milan attacking players and the Napoli defenders were struggling to solve the problem in the corner of the stadium, the sharp-eyed fans found that Nelson had run to the right side of Napoli at some point. And here, it's almost a vacuum.

"Long pass, long pass!" The curly-haired chubby exclaimed repeatedly.

If Leonardo's long pass had been diverted to the other side, Nelson would have dribbled straight into the Napoli penalty area.

"No, Milan won't pass long passes." The man looked at the Milan players who were about to be forced to grab the ball and couldn't control the ball, and drew a small circle directly at the front of the penalty area in the upper left corner of Napoli, "They would rather fall here than make a long pass." ”

The reality was exactly what the man said, after Kluivert won the ball and found that all the passing routes and receiving points were blocked by Napoli. Forced turn, dribbling forward and breaking forward.

But before he could take two steps, he tripped on Bardini's leg. After staggering forward a few more steps, he threw himself directly forward and fell to the ground.

The referee's whistle blew and, under the watchful eyes of the players of both sides, did not award a penalty, but pointed to the edge of the Napoli penalty area.

"Hey! Referee, I fell in the box! "Kluivert is gone.

He staggered two more steps forward after losing his balance for the sole purpose of getting a penalty.

However, the referee was sharp-eyed and pointed directly three meters behind him, where the foul had just occurred.

Ignoring Kluivert's protests, the referee dispersed the crowd and signaled for Milan to prepare a free-kick.

Kluivert also knew that he was wrong, got up from the ground, walked to the ball and deliberately kicked it angrily, and then turned around and walked towards the penalty area.

Seeing this, Longo, who was blocking in front of the ball to prevent his opponent from taking a quick free kick, also turned around and walked towards his teammates who were lining up the wall. Anyway, the ball was kicked away by your teammates themselves, so it's no wonder we didn't get it fast.

There seems to be an "oolong infighting" in Milan, but the sharp-eyed man sees the clue at a glance.

"That's not right! The ball is thirty centimeters away! ”

"What?"

Before the two young men could react, the Napoli players on the field who were still lining up the wall just now set off a commotion. Among them, Longo and Turini came forward to surround the referee, pointing to the ball that had just been placed by Albertini in protest.

"Referee, that ball didn't put it in place!"

After listening to the appeal of the Napoli players, the referee on the side decisively stepped forward and observed the ball that Albertini put on the ground.

With the whistle in his mouth, he blew it briefly and motioned for Albertini to move the ball forward and forward.

Albertini had no choice but to reluctantly push the ball forward twice and stop at the spot where Kluivert had just been fouled.

Seeing that the appeal was successful, the Napoli players were beaming with joy and laughter, and returned to their positions again, ready to line up the wall.

"Oh, it's yours!" Looking at Longo's thumbs up, Ayala was also delighted.

"Be careful, don't let them kick them over." Ou Chuliang did not have the slightest smugness, still with a serious face, signaling his teammates to defend well.

Seeing this, Ayala shrugged helplessly.

Ou is a good person, but he is like a robot on the field, and he has no sense of humor at all.

Fans know that it's not good to take a free kick too far and it's actually not a good thing to be too close.

Free kicks that are too close have no room to fall, and are demanding for shooters who want to kick through the wall and go straight to the goal. Without top-notch ground shooting, it's easy to kick the ball against a wall.

Just now, Ouchulian noticed that Albertini's position to re-release the ball was a little wrong, and immediately reminded his teammates loudly to complain to the referee.

Although Ou Chuliang does not have the ability of the man in the stands to see how many centimeters are worse at a glance, if you take into account the angle from which the two look at the ball, Ou Chuliang, who is looking at the ball from almost the front, has even sharper eyes than the man in the stands.

After listening to the man's explanation, the fat and thin young man admired him so much that he fell to the ground. Hurriedly stood up, stretched his neck left and right, and looked at the sketch in the notebook in the man's hand.

"Uncle, what will Milan do next? Will they still shoot straight at goal? ”

The man turned his pen forward, and the cap of the pen with a few tooth marks was level with his own gaze. After visually checking the distance, the man shook his head: "It's too close, Demetrio won't take such a risk." He will kick the ball to the penalty spot or the back post and let his team-mates head the ball into goal. ”

"Why?" The fat curly young man took a sharp puff of Coke and said curiously.

"Because of the position." The man pointed to the Napoli penalty area.

"Although Kluivert was up front, he was just a front to attract the attention of the Napoli defence. The real killer moves are in the three points of George, Paul and Marcel. George can get away from defenders at any time, while Marcel is almost on the line of the box and can rush to the back post at any time to grab a header. ”

"If De Metrio passes the ball in place, there is a good chance that the goal will go in." At the end, in order to emphasize the danger of the ball, the man added: "Even if Gigi comes, he may not be able to hold it." ”

"That's right, if the ball is on target, I won't necessarily be able to hold it." The Parma youngster sat at the table in the tobacconian as usual, glanced up at the Napoli penalty area in the box, pouted and shook his head.

The bald guy on the opposite side took advantage of the gap between him looking up and watching TV, and with the help of his hook-nosed friend, he took the opportunity to change the covered hole card to a card. Seeing that Jiji didn't notice, the two looked at each other proudly.

Hmph, aren't you lucky Gigi? Now it's up to you to win me!

The thin old man wiping the glass behind the counter happened to see the scene, but he just sighed and didn't squeak.

Most of the people who come to him to play with two hands are not clean.

But everyone is based on their own abilities, and it is a fluke if they are not caught, and they consider themselves unlucky if they are caught. Expect the owner to help you remind, that's impossible.

"Ahem, ahem... Why? On the other side, a mustache also caught a glimpse of the small movements of the two, but he was not at the gambling table, so it was difficult to speak and remind. He could only open his mouth to attract Jiji's attention, hoping that the other party would see something in his tone and eyes.

But Gigi still didn't seem to notice anything, pointed to the screen and said: "Milan has clearly set a trap here. De Metrio will not pass it on to Patrick, who is just an illusion. ”

'If it were me, I'd have a taller defender in the centre of the back so I can be protective. Even if you kick the ball in this direction, your teammates have a good chance of clearing it. ”

"Instead of leaking up to three points in the middle and back points like now, it's very passive for the goalkeeper."

After Gigi's analysis, everyone nodded.

Gigi is the hottest goalkeeper in Serie A during this time, even surpassing Pagliuca, Peruzzi and others. Inter, Milan, Lazio and Juventus are already keeping an eye on the rising star of Serie A, and even the Italian national team is considering developing him as the first national goal.

It's just that he is still young, and if it weren't for his age, those wealthy families would have bought him a long time ago. And to a goalkeeper, they are like a jar of good wine, the older they get, the more mellow they become.

Gigi's analysis made everyone suddenly realize that it seems that Napoli is indeed more auspicious this time.

"Stop watching the ball, hurry up and place your bets!" Jiji's opponent couldn't bear it anymore, and hurriedly urged, "Are you still following?" ”

"Of course, how can you not follow such a good hand?" Ji Ji still looks proud, it seems that nothing in this world can make him unhappy, "I will follow as much as you press!" ”

"Okay, then I..." The bald guy and the hooknose glanced at each other, and after getting the other party's affirmative look, he directly pushed all the chips in front of him to the center of the table.

"I'm all overwhelmed!"

"Okay, I'll follow." Gigi glanced casually, shoved all his chips directly into the table, and continued to look up at the match. "Let's flop straight away, just in time for me to see the game."

Before the ball, Albertini observed the position of his teammates and the deployment of Ouchulian, and the corners of his mouth grinned, and he finally found a gap in Napoli's defense.

Although it is difficult to hit the goal directly, it is not difficult to pass a good ball with your own footwork.

Under the referee's whistle, Albertini almost didn't help to run in order to pass the ball as soon as possible, and flew directly with his right foot and headed the ball towards the Napoli penalty area.

His right foot flicked the right side of the ball and kicked a curling shot. Although the first half is towards goal, if the goalkeeper rushes forward, he will definitely see a ball away from him.

"Marcel and George!" In the stands, after Albertini's kick, the short-haired man immediately set his eyes on Weah, who was running around the arc, and Desailly, who was inserted at the back point. It seemed as if the ball would land on top of the two men's heads in the next second.

The fat and thin young man also kept stuffing potato chips into his mouth, and as the ball flew into the Napoli penalty area, the faster and faster it was stuffed, and the more fierce it became. It seemed as if Milan were going to score a goal in the next second.

Seeing that George Weah and Marcel Desailly had already started to run, at this moment, a black figure suddenly entered the crowd.

Rise from the ground and the dragon soars into the air!

Ou Chuliang's outstretched arms actually took the ball off before it swirled.

"What? How can it be? The short-haired man in the stands was finally moved, he had never imagined that the Napoli goalkeeper would attack so quickly and decisively and jump so high.

"Beautifully intercepted!" In the tobacco shop, Gigi's eyes flashed.

Even if he is allowed to attack, he may not be able to intercept it so crisply.

It seems that Napoli really have a great goalkeeper!

According to Gigi's previous judgment, Milan will pose a big threat to the Napoli goal if the ball is passed in place.

But what if the ball doesn't get in place?

What if Albertini didn't pass well, or if it was just like now, and the ball flew halfway and was intercepted by Acchulian?

So won't all the so-called "goal theory" also disappear with it?

Ou Chuliang's sudden attack surprised Gigi, and the reason why he didn't judge that Ou Chuliang would intercept the ball was based on Ou Chuliang's height and size.

There is also a difference between a goalkeeper and a goalkeeper, with the smaller ones being more flexible and the larger ones having a wider defensive area.

Ou Chuliang seems to belong to the goal-line reactive goalkeeper, so Jiji subconsciously thinks that Ou Chuliang will firmly defend the goal line and will not attack easily.

But now, Gigi is going to re-judge Ou Chuliang.

"This guy is actually blinded!" Seeing that Ou Chuliang took off the ball steadily, the short-haired man was also a little unsettled, and he hurriedly calculated the aerial interception just now in his mind.

He was shocked by the conclusions he came to find.

With the level of Ouchuliang's external performance (height, size, etc.), if the ball had not been judged at the moment Albertini took up, he would have watched the ball slide in front of him, and finally had been scored by Weah or Desailly's header.

Is it predicted in advance? Or did you react the moment you got out of the foot?

Either way, it's beyond the scope of a short-haired man's cognition.

At least the current Serie A goalkeepers, whether it is Toldo or Pagliuca or Peruzzi, do not have this ability.

"He's so lucky!" Men with short hair can only attribute this phenomenon to luck in the end.

"He's not lucky!" Gigi smugly explained, "He must have made such an arrangement beforehand. Otherwise, with his ability, how could he not know that the middle and back points leaked out so much space for the other party? There was only one reason for this, and that was that he deliberately lured De Metrio into passing the ball to the mid-back post and then took the opportunity to intercept it. ”

"Isn't he afraid of self-defeating?" The eight-character mustache who had just reminded Gigi of his opponent's cheating was also a little shocked when he heard this remark. "De Metrio's goal is very deceptive. It's an inside spin, the ball flies in front of and behind the goal and moves away from the goalkeeper, if you rush to strike..."

"Nothing is self-defeating!" Gigi looked at the latest six of hearts on the table and continued, "If all of this is really in his plan, then it doesn't matter whether Demetrio plays inside or outside spin, whether the ball is close to the goalkeeper and then away. ”

"What's important?" Bazihu asked subconsciously.

"The important thing is whether the ball will be caught by him or not." Gigi snapped his fingers, "For him, that's just the difference. ”

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you understand what it means? In this case, he can intercept the ball with both hands in the end, which shows that he has absolute confidence in the incoming ball. Otherwise, he'd knock the ball out of the box with one punch, wouldn't he? ”

"I see!" Bazihu sighed lightly.

The interception of the attack just now was actually a very safe thing for Ou Chuliang himself, and it was not as thrilling as it seemed to outsiders. If it is really dangerous, then Ou Chuliang will not catch the ball with both hands, but "save his life" with one fist.

Is it luck? Or is it really strength?

At this moment, the mustache is not accurate.

can make the lucky Jiji deflated, is this Chinese goalkeeper more powerful than Jiji?

"Gigi, who do you think is more powerful, you or him?" Bazihu couldn't help but ask.

"Then who knows? Maybe only God knows. Gigi gestured to the roof of the tobacco shop, still looking unconcerned.

At that moment, all five cards on the table were turned over: the 4 of hearts, the jack of flowers, the 6 of clubs, the 6 of hearts and the 3 of hearts.

The penultimate 6 of hearts is the hands and feet of the bald guy's friend.

"Haha, Gigi, show the cards!"

The bald guy threw the two cards in his hand on the table, and it was a pair of sixes. With the cards on the table, the biggest card type formed by the bald guy is four sixes, one jack, four of a kind!

"How? I won! The bald guy smiled and stretched out his hand to hold all the chips on the table in his arms.

Looking at the bald guy's smug expression, the mustache couldn't help but shake his head and sigh. He reminded Gigi just now, but the other party didn't seem to get it.

Because of that Chinese Europe, in a short period of time, the lucky Jiji has capsized twice in a row.

"Wait!" At this moment, Gigi suddenly stopped. "I haven't opened the cards yet, why are you in a hurry?"

"I'm Shijo! Haven't you seen it clearly? The bald guy smirked, "You think you are..."

Before he could finish speaking, the bald guy saw the cards on the table.

It was a 5 with a heart and a 7 with a heart.

Together with the 3, 4 and 6 of hearts on the table, it makes up the smallest straight flush of hearts!

But no matter how small a straight flush is, it's bigger than four, isn't it?

Looking at the two cards in Gigi's hand, and then at the red heart 6 on the table, the bald guy subconsciously shouted: "No, you do..."

Before he could say anything, the bald guy's mouth was covered by a hooked nose. Just looking at the constant squirming of his throat, it seems that there is a great unwillingness.

If it weren't for the 6 of hearts he deliberately stuffed in, how would Gigi make a straight flush?

He lifted a stone and smashed himself in the foot.

"It's really LUCKY, I didn't expect this hand to make so much money!" Gigi triumphantly reached out and moved all the chips in the bald man's arm half of the circle to his side.

The old man behind the counter shook his head and continued to wipe his glass.

"What luck!" Seeing that Gigi was able to find a straight flush and earn so many lira from the bald guy, the spectators of the other tables in the tobacco shop couldn't help but sigh.

"Lucky Gigi!"

"Haha, lucky on the court, lucky at the table!"

"No one is luckier than Gigi!"

In the midst of praise, the mustache who witnessed the whole process was unimpressed.

Is Gigi really lucky?

If the skinhead hadn't changed the 6 of hearts, the skinhead would have been nothing more than three of a kind, while Gigi would have been able to make a normal straight. Compared with the two, the straight is still greater than three.

In other words, Gigi's luck is a bonus on top of the strength of his opponent.

Think about it, whether it is a football stadium or a gambling table, if you don't have a certain strength, who can gallop to today?

Looking at the two brothers with the bald head and the hooked nose who pushed the table away in anger, Bazihu's understanding of Jiji has improved to another level.

In the admiration of the gamblers, the players on both sides did not stop on the TV screen.

Unlike the bald guy who pushed the table and left, the short-haired man in the stands didn't seem to be reconciled to Ou Chuliang's interception. He desperately wanted to gamble again and save face.

"This ball... It's beautiful! The man paused, took the opportunity to observe the positions of the other players on the court, and said quickly: "Ayala is still in the penalty area, Damir and Bellucci have no one to pass, and they can't play a quick counterattack at all." ”

"So the ball will be the same as it was just now, with the goalkeeper handing the ball to team-mates on the other side when it is safe to do so. The Napoli defenders could only make a long pass in a hurry, and then they were intercepted by the Milan defenders..."

Before the words were finished, Ou Chuliang, who landed in front of the line of the small penalty area, suddenly went against the norm and ran forward with the ball.

Before everyone could react, he ran to the line of the big penalty area, bent backwards sharply, held the ball in his right hand and fell downward, the back of his hand almost touching the turf.

Half a second later, Ou Chuliang's waist stiffened suddenly, and he even bowed forward. The football in his right hand was like a stone from a trebuchet, and was vigorously thrown forward by Ou Chuliang.

"Running !!"

With a loud roar, Damir, who was the first to react, hurriedly rushed forward along the left side.

Nelson, who was a little late to react, quickly turned around and chased after him, but could only watch as the ball landed in front of Damir, and then he pushed forward and brought it forward.

"Ou Chuliang throws the ball with his hand..."

"This Nima... How far is this thrown out? ”

Looking at the trajectory of the ball in the air, Huang Jianxiang in front of the screen was stunned, and almost spat in front of the national fans.

"Hehe, I'm afraid it's fifty meters away!" Zhang Lu said proudly.

The size of the San Siro Stadium is 105m x 68m, and the length from the baseline to the big penalty area line is 16.5m. If Ou Chuliang really threw more than 50 meters away, then Damir's catch point would be seven or eight meters more than the center line.

In fact, it is.

According to official statistics after the game, although Ou Chuliang threw a diagonal line, when the ball landed, it was just 6.5 meters above the center line, and Damir touched the ball for the first time at 7.5 meters from the center line.

Seeing this hand-tossed ball distance, the entire San Siro stadium is not calm.

"Oh my God, the Napoli goalkeeper threw the ball so far?"

"That's fake, isn't it? Does he really have that much power? ”

"It's windy, isn't it?! Surely, there must have been a gust of wind just now! ”

But no matter which team the fans know, except for a "floating wind" just blown by the fans, there is no cyclone coming to the stadium.

In other words, Ou Chuliang really threw the ball that far.

"He must have exercised his arms regularly!" Leotta was in the press box, his eyes flashing.

"OU KE KNOWS CHINESE KUNG FU!" The taxi driver, who had seen Ou Chuliang flip backwards with one arm, stood up and boasted.

"Is this the benefit of iron?" Moreira looked at his biceps and recalled moving dumbbells for Acchulian at the gym.

In the tobacco shop, the old man counted the chips that Gigi had piled up on the counter, while Gigi stared at the TV with his back against the counter, not at all afraid that the old shopkeeper would take the opportunity to hide a few.

Or rather, he doesn't mind hiding a few.

Who let the bald guy stud them?

Gigi's eyes looked at Damir, who was dribbling the ball in the center of the screen, and seemed to see Ou Chuliang in front of the goal among the Milan players who were hurrying back, smiling and retreating unhurriedly.

"Milan is in big trouble!" Gigi chuckled, then looked down at his calloused right hand, "If I meet him, I will never agree to break my wrists with him!" ”