Chapter 684: The Milan Derby is Drawn Again
Caught off guard by Inzaghi's invalid offside goal, Inter Milan immediately returned the favor.
In the Milan derby in the first half of the fifth round of the league last September, the newcomer Mourinho was beaten 3:1 by AC Milan on the head, almost causing a crisis of confidence in him. This hatred, if he doesn't remember it, he won't call it Mourinho.
Now the league situation is basically clear, the two Milan teams are almost certain to compete for the final championship, Inter Milan led by 7 points before the game, if they can win this victory, revenge aside, the overall situation is almost settled.
Thinking of this, Mourinho waved the flag to replace Cambiasso, one of the two midfielders, with Coffee Maxwell, and the coffee who can attack and defend is on the left midfield.
Perhaps due to AC Milan's infection, Coffee was a threat with his first touch on the ball. He played a long ball with the outside of his instep near the halfway line, and the brutal Adriano squeezed past Maldini in the box and crumbled the ball to Ibrahimovic with his chest, and the ball was comfortably fed.
Maybe Ade should pass a little sleepily, Ibrahimovic has always been unusual, the more difficult he is, the more difficult he is, if the ball chases or falls behind, maybe he will score a full house with a scorpion tail or something. But this ball is given so appropriately, it is obviously embarrassing Ibrahimovic!
Sure enough, the instep volley hit the crossbar very accurately, and Zhuo Yang behind Yibu was shocked into a cold sweat: decay!
The football bounced down, Ambrosini rushed out of the penalty area, and while Ibrahimovic was still frustrated, Zhuo Yang suddenly rose up in the air to face the football and gave it a head, and went directly to Pato. The back swing leg turned around with the ball in one go, and the duck rushed forward.
Running down the middle lane was Zhuo Yang, who ran side by side with Muntari first, and then overtook him. When he exceeded, he also turned his head and glanced at Wu Yimeng.
Height and speed may be the only two shortcomings of Montari who is currently at his peak, and he can only watch Zhuo Yang slowly overtake from his side, as if he was watching the last train that was only one step away from catching up in the dark night, and a cold sense of loneliness arose.
Inzaghi in front of him didn't have such a fast speed, but he didn't have to run in a straight line like Zhuo Yang, but ran in a 'ยง' shape at the very front, and from the visual effect, Jiu Ye just kept flashing and disappearing on an irregular series of points, just like the gopher that likes to be hammered.
'Beep chirp! โ
'Beep chirp! โ
'Beep chirp! โ
The ninth master in this state, no matter how much Qi Wo wants to catch it, there is no door.
Pato lowered in one breath, didn't give Big Brother a little face when passing by the coffee, and wiped it straight away with a small change of direction in front of him. Thornton was even more miserable, he relied on his physical advantage to squeeze the duck, both of them had movements in their hands, Pato grabbed his shoulder and pulled with force, and his claws brushed Thornton's eyes. The Italian wing rookie, who had just turned 18, covered his face with a 'whoo~' and lay down, and Pato and Rossetti ignored him.
Pato took advantage of the narrow gap between Samuel and the baseline to cut in half a step, and then hoisted the ball forward, 'Beep chirp-' Jiu Ye flew in, Stankovic was fast enough to defend, but even so, he still couldn't hang Inzaghi if he wanted to.
Jiu Ye leaned back to look at the moon in mid-air, and was about to rub out a parabola to let the football bypass Cesar, who was blocked by his teeth and claws at the front post, but changed his mind in the last 0.01 seconds, and threw the ball directly back into the middle of the penalty area.
Zhuo Yang launched from the top of the arc, and behind him, one left and one right, were Montari and Zanetti, and the three of them flew flat at the same time in a zigzag shape. It's just that Zhuo Yang is in front, they are behind, Zhuo Yang's head rushes forward, and Monza's sneakers are in front.
Muntari and Zanetti are like Zhuo Yang's wingmen! knew that it didn't help, but they couldn't do nothing, so they coincidentally chose the same posture to accompany Zhuo Yang to take off.
Leap to the top! The football rushed into the net with a phantom, Zhuo Yang lightly cushioned his hands, and the light fish jumped forward and rolled over the flowers silently. Team Sa and Wu Yimeng will not work, 'Tom! The two voices smashed into one and the earth trembled.
3:2, Zhuo Yang reversed the score in the 86th minute.
Mourinho was furious and threw the bottle in his hand to the ground again, his own cup had just been suffocated. Mu Shuai forgot that the bottle was not screwed on at this moment, and he raised his arm and slammed it down, and the water in the bottle shot himself in the face first.
Embarrassed and angry! The angry Mourinho turned around in annoyance, and suddenly saw his fellow countryman and assistant coach Rui Faria on the bench holding his beloved Minion thermos cup and looking at him with concerned eyes.
'Boom! โ
The Minions' heads are different and the yellow soup is crossing.
Fabia was stupefied. "Jose, this is ...... Manda ...... Give it to me...... Wedding Anniversary...... Gift. โ
"I'm sorry, Rui, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Mourinho clutched his head with his eyes closed: "But don't tell me a damn giftโโ! โ
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Both sides made substitutions at the same time, with Carlo Ancelotti replacing Pato with Zambrotta and pushing Pompon into the midfield for a cameo midfielder, while Mourinho replaced Thornton directly, and Balotelli went up to play a front three to break the boat.
Balotelli will make trouble when he comes up! Stankovic's ball in the box was a bit big, Abbiati took off and held it firmly, and the minibus didn't have any chance to fight for it, but he still rushed up without hesitation and bumped into it after Abbiati picked the ball.
So, the treacherous and cunning Abbiati kept rolling on the ground with the ball, showing off his acting skills.
This time, not only did he come up and did not touch the ball but received a yellow card first, but also let the time pass by more than two minutes in vain, and went directly to stoppage time. Not to mention others, even Zhuo Yang thinks that this kid is up to go undercover for AC Milan.
However, it turns out that Balotelli is a bastard dragon that you will never be able to fathom.
In the last minute of stoppage time, Balotelli suddenly dribbled the ball from the right sideline of AC Milan and smashed through Zambrotta's defence in the blink of an eye. After cutting inside, he fired straight two meters outside the penalty area, and the ball exploded towards the goal with a terrifying rate of fire.
At such a distance, Abbiati didn't have time to react, the ball tore through the soft net and scraped against the metal, and he didn't even understand what was happening.
Zhuo Yang was dumbfounded: Just these two moments, no one in world football has to call him master.
Mourinho made two inspirational punches off the pitch, Ancelotti blushed and stomped around, and Tasotti politely handed over the cup in his hand.
The 270th Milan derby ended in a 3-3 draw, and Inter Milan still led by 7 points after 24 rounds. Inzaghi, the best striker in the world today, did not score in this game, but contributed an exquisite hat-trick of assists.
Carlo Ancelotti did not go to drop the Tasotti cup, and after the game, Mourinho paid his assistant Fabia a box of Minion mugs.