Before the start of the game, Benitez took the initiative to walk to the bench of the visiting team, because he was the master and had to go to say hello to the opposing coach, not to mention that Benitez himself was a gentleman who spoke of rules and manners. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

He walked over to Uncle Scum, who was standing outside the bench, and stretched out his right hand from afar.

Klopp always felt an itch in his nose, and Qinglong always wanted to get out of the hole. He didn't see Benitez coming up, sideways. Uncle Scum pressed his left nostril with his left index finger, closed his eyes and slammed, 'hiss'! He tilted his head and blew out a puff of snot. Unexpectedly, the nostrils were a little blocked, and the airflow speed was not strong enough, so the half-foot-long green dragon with yellow and green did not shoot on the grass as expected, but hung on its nose and threw it around in shame.

Just like everyone, Uncle Scumbag used two fingers in his right hand to twist off the snot, threw it on the ground, and then wiped it on his nose with the palm of his right hand, wiped off the residue, and then rubbed it on the side of his clothes. Then, Klopp saw Benitez standing two meters from his side with his right hand outstretched as if frozen.

Benitez saw Klopp's series of blowing, hanging, twisting, throwing, rubbing, wiping, and rubbing really well, and he was stupid at the time. As if he had been given a talisman by a Taoist priest of Laoshan Mountain, Benitez put his left hand in his pocket, his feet were divided into front and back, and his right palm stretched forward and leaned out, a walking sculpture. His eyes were full of fear, horror, disgust, and disgust, and he could see the tumbling gastric juice in his pupils.

Uncle Scum saw it: Ouch, people have come to say hello. Klopp is also a good young man who knows how to be polite, and he is very enthusiastic. He grabbed Benitez's outstretched right hand and shook it solidly.

Benitez, who was naturally clean, didn't even hear what the enthusiastic Klopp said, and he still maintained the movement of his right palm stretched forward and fully spread as he moved to his seat like a walking corpse.

He didn't dare to clench his hands at all, the moist and slippery feeling in the palm of his hand went straight to the bone marrow, and Benitez had the mind to chop his right hand. Even when he returned to his seat and picked up the pure water and rushed it vigorously to his right hand, he didn't dare to pinch his right hand to wash himself, so he could only spread it out and keep flushing, and after a while, a stream flowed under his feet.

Throughout the game, Benitez's right hand slap was never withdrawn or clenched. Unfolded like this, the five fingers are like five radio antennas to explore the universe, and the big slap is like a sun-dried Patrick. Whoever takes the opportunity to bet rock-paper-scissors with Benitez at this time, the Valencia coach will lose so much that he doesn't even have his pants left.

Unable to provoke the cleanliness fetish, Benitez almost killed himself on the spot. However, death is not going to die, but this has seriously affected the impromptu adjustment that he is not very good at.

There is no shortage of people at the back, and Benitez waved a big hand (big slap), and the right-back Kuro Torres, who had just returned from injury, replaced the right winger 'corridor control' Rufit, and returned to the centre-back after the 'mouse' Ayala who had frozen the scar Ribery.

Curro Torres is also a regular in the Spanish national team, but after just two months of injury, he is clearly not fit to play, making it a bit difficult for him to face Franck François, one of the hottest spots of the year in Madibourg. And, although Rufite was blocked by Grosso, he assisted Ayala in defending Ribery very effectively. What's more, in the case of Aimar being spelled out one-on-one by Zhuo Yang, Rufit's passing is the only person in the front field who can be linked to the lone striker Mista.

So, Ribery lived, and Mysta died.

This unreasonable substitution adjustment immediately allowed Madiburg to take the initiative on the field. The in-form piggy alone put Valencia's two-man back pair of Albelda and Baraja in La Liga to frighten their opponents. Ayala was adept at dealing with Cobras, but he was always on the lookout for Torres being scarred out, which made him tired.

With Rufitte in front of him, Grosso is much cheaper, and he has repeatedly played against Scar, so that Torres, who has only played for 20 minutes, already feels exhausted.

By forty-one minutes, Kuro Torres finally couldn't resist anymore, and Scar left him behind him, and he slipped into the smoke himself. A series of chaotic fill-ins and fill-ins, Piggy Schwein played a Marseille slalom under the pull of Baraha, and after the spin, the football was blown into the net by him.

2:0, this score can allow Madiborg to advance to the final.

However, the leaders of La Liga are by no means given for nothing, and the teams that can beat Barcelona and Real Madrid can not have their own confidence. Although Benitez failed to make effective adjustments at half-time, and although he washed his hands in it most of the time, the arrogance of the Bat Army made the veterans not even think about conceding defeat.

In the second half, Valencia launched a furious attack, and he was discarded on the right, but Vicente was the sharpest saber on the left. As a result, both sides attacked the opponent's left side, Scar and Grosso killed Torres and stumbled, Ackerman alone could not cope with Vicente at all, and the second brother Montolivo could spell out the Italian veteran Carboni, but he did not have much energy to help the 'mallet' buddy behind him. Even the butcher De Jong went up to the bag, but it didn't have much effect, because Vicente's speed was terrifying.

Seeing that the defense line was in jeopardy, Zhuo Yang, the captain of Madiburg, immediately made a decision and handed Aimar over to the butcher, and he himself went up to clean up Vicente.

Of course, Zhuo Yang's current speed is still not as fast as Vicente, this guy is relying on this trick to eat. But Zhuo Yang can do everything he can to block his receiving lanes and intercept any football that tries to pass to Vicente. If you don't have a ball, you can run if you like, and no one cares about you until dawn. Besides, Zhuo Yang's absolute speed has improved a lot now, and he is second only to the scar like a startling horse in the main lineup of Madibourg. It's been almost a year since I got the guidance of Grandpa Almin Harry last summer, and the genius is under hard training, and there is no reason to be unhappy.

Vicente is one of the fastest horses in the world today, and he is even faster than the Brazilian ball lightning Ayrton that made Zhuo Yang suffocate back then. Therefore, even if Zhuo Yang's speed has improved a lot now, even if his defensive positioning and interception have reached the world's top level, it is still not an easy thing to deal with Vicente, and it involves all his energy.

Valencia is by no means the only one in Vicente, in fact, none of the routines on Vicente's side this season are the preferred attacking waves in Valencia's regular form. Valencia's main attack comes from their soul 'clown' Aimar and one of the most outstanding and well-rounded defenders in La Liga and all of Europe, Baraja.