Chapter 269: Don't Mind Stepping on My Shoulder (Page 1/1)

As a top football coach, how could Ancelotti not know what he said. The slippery pitch is objective, and it is indeed possible that Manchester United has picked up the leak. But the site conditions are equal for both sides, and everyone is likely to pick up the leak, and the other is likely to let the other party pick up the leak. And relatively speaking, AC Milan is much cheaper than Manchester United in terms of tactical play, team characteristics, and familiarity with the venue.

In the first half, he was able to easily lead 2-0, and this rain contributed a lot.

Besides, even if there are more opportunities to pick up leaks under the pressure of opponents, it is not more than the probability of Milan's forward line playing behind.

What the hell is this kid trying to do? Ancelotti wondered. "Make it clear, be real, don't hide it for me."

Zhuo Yang's flattering face was serious, and the thumb of his right hand was raised high. "High, really high! I can't hide anything from you, or you are the first person in the new generation of coaches? Gee! "The high hat is exquisitely made. However, he didn't dare to let Uncle Scum hear this.

Carlo Ancelotti likes to hear people praise him, and praise and self-praise are the ladder to success. An fat's internal organs are as comfortable as ironing with warm water. "Where, Zhuo Yang, if you have any good ideas, just say it, and I will help you analyze and analyze it together."

"Look, sir, a coach with such a big name as you is still so polite and humble, no wonder everyone obeys you, tsk!"

It would be chilly to put on other coaches, but what pegs are tied to what donkeys, Ancelotti floated. "Haha, I myself have always been like this, you Chinese say that there must be my teacher in a threesome, so I have always adhered to a humble and cautious learning attitude, after all, there are still some other very good coaches, not much worse than me." Hahaha...... "I almost twisted three locks of long hair."

Zhuo Yang's thumb was raised higher and higher, and it was almost hitting the ceiling of the locker room. Seeing that the heat was almost over, Zhuo Yang hurriedly shook out his abacus.

"That's right, sir. In the first half I promised to help Pippo score a goal, so I guess it would be appropriate for today. You also think that 3:0 is more worthy of being a handsome than 2:0, right? ”

"Anything that is not famous and handsome is just a false name, the main thing is to satisfy our home fans." Carlo Ancelotti was immersed in the aura of majesty. "I think 3:0 is a big score, and it will definitely make it a good night for the fans who have always supported us. Pippo is a great player and he certainly deserved a fantastic goal. ”

"Needless to say, Zhuo Yang. You can't rely on a passive counter-attack, we have to continue the tactical play of the first half and take the initiative to win a brilliant victory and get Pippo to score a goal of his own. "Ancelotti who is self-assertive and decisive.

"Sir, you are right, but I am not thinking well. A master tactician is a master tactician, and my admiration for you, sir, gushing out. ”

"It's okay, you're not the head coach after all, it's not as normal as me in this regard." Carlo Ancelotti is indeed a handsome. "Zhuo Yang, in the second half you need to juggle the midfield, put pressure on Manchester United's two central midfielders, Crick and Fletcher, who played awkwardly today, and they were the breakthrough. Can it be done? ”

"Look!"

Zhuo Yang walked towards Kaka and Inzaghi, and Ancelotti didn't feel like he had forgotten anything.

How could he tell Jiu Ye to help him score goals, Zhuo Yang just felt that there was no suspense about winning and advancing today, not only could Manchester United not turn the sky, but the game was also played so easily and happily, such a good scene, Jiu Ye looked much more pleasing to the eye on the field than Peaches. A perfect and praised game, how much fun it is to play with someone you like, why let Ji Momoko come up and pick peaches?

"What did you say to Carlo just now? Look at the sweet way he smiled. Kaka asked curiously.

Zhuo Yang didn't pay attention to him, but said to the Ninth Master: "Carlo said just now, if you don't score today, he won't let you down." ”

Inzaghi was surprised: "When did he take such good care of me?" I don't care! ”

Inzaghi, who is not obvious this season, has only scored 4 goals in Serie A, which of course has something to do with his relatively little appearance in the league. But unconsciously, Jiu Ye has scored 7 goals in the Champions League, and is already ranked third in the scorer list, ahead of Kaka with 15 goals and Zhuo Yang with 9 goals. Moreover, the 7 balls of the ninth master are obviously much higher than Zhuo Yang's gold content, and he does not have the brush data of six yuan alone.

Inzaghi is a smart person, and as soon as his mind turned, he immediately understood what Zhuo Yang and Ancelotti had communicated just now. Zhuo Yang can guess the routine of An Fat's substitution, Inzaghi has been working with Ancelotti for almost ten years, from Juventus to AC Milan, of course, he can touch An Fat's pulse. Looking at Zhuo Yang, who was biting his ear with Kaka, Inzaghi leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

Zhuo Yang didn't care at all that he was only two goals behind him in the Champions League, and the difference between second and third in the final scorer list was quite big. Football is a vanity fair, everyone wants to make their faces more shiny, and there are many people who go up the wall and draw ladders among teammates. Even if you don't steal to do the next thing, you don't mind letting others step on your shoulder, which is really rare.

For Zhuo Yang, some people not only have shoulders and head loans, but also some people, if you dare to step on his shoes, Zhuo Yang will pump you.

"Hey, Ninth Master, you and Van der Sar were teammates, so do you know what technical weaknesses he has?" Zhuo Yang stretched his head over again.

Inzaghi thought about it. 'He's a perfect goalkeeper with no obvious weaknesses. Edwin van der Sar left Juventus that year only because Gianluigi Buffon came. He is the only non-Italian goalkeeper in Juventus' history. ”

"That's right, Edwin is very good." Seedorf heard them talking about Van der Sar and interjected his mouth as well. "In 1995, if it wasn't for Edwin's performance, we at Ajax wouldn't have been able to win against Milan."

In May 1995, AC Milan reached the Champions League final for the third time in a row, but lost 1-0 to Ajax and failed to defend their title. Seedorf, who was 19 years old at the time, and Van der Sar, who was 25 years old at the time, were the absolute mainstays of Ajax. To this day, only horses and batons are still in Milan's squad.

The second half of the year began, the rain was much lighter, and the seepage system under the turf of the San Siro was still very good, slippery but there was no water accumulation.

Alan Smith, who came on as a substitute, looked at Zhuo Yang on the opposite side, looked at the rain, and then turned his head to look at Cristiano Ronaldo on his side.

- Hillbilly, I hope you know more about this game, otherwise Lao Tzu's new account and old account will be settled with you!

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