After AC Milan's three-board axe, the wolf king Totti stretched out his hands and pressed down, signaling everyone to stabilize their minds and formation, and then with these big slaps, he pressed his forehead again, and swiped his head back hard, and the beard on his upper lip was like an ink silkworm lying down, and under the light of San Siro, he looked so energetic.

Zhuo Yang's heart trembled: Fuck, it's so fucking like the Führer!

That Führer? Of course, it was the angry Führer who was in the way of our scum, 70,000 sisters-in-law, all of whom were pulled out to shoot me in Hebei Province and dragged out to feed Stalin......

In the 5th minute, Totti took the ball at the front and knocked it back to Mancini Jr., and chased it forward. Also Brazilian, Roberto Mancini Jr. almost knocked Serginho to the ground. Since he is called 'little' Mancini, it is naturally to distinguish him from the Inter coach in terms of title, although the two are very different in appearance.

The world's players who can pedal a bicycle can't pull ten train wagons, but the people who can be called the 'bicycle king' are basically Brazilians, and Mancini Jr. is another bicycle king after Denilson, stepping on more than a dozen steps in one breath without any chaos, and behind him is Robinho. In fact, this thing basically doesn't work if it's more than four times, except for being able to show off your extreme coordination, and it's all about showing off, so these fierce people have long stopped doing such boring things. really has to step on it more than anyone, Zhuo Yang can step on it until dawn tomorrow in one go.

But today Serginho saved some face for his little fellow, and when Mancini Jr. stepped on the eighth hit, the bird began to wonder whether to get the ball out of the sideline. Mancini may have felt a little too much himself, so he passed the ball after stepping on the ninth.

The ball grazed the side of the bird and flew into the corner of the penalty area, and Rodrigo Tadej ran a little too much, which was not too easy to deal with. This is another Brazilian player, 26-year-old Tadei has dual Brazilian and Italian citizenship, but he publicly stated in the media last year that he would not be selected for any national team and only wanted to focus on playing well for the club.

His statement made both the Brazilian and Italian football federations inexplicable, because neither of them had any intention of recruiting him, and they never thought about it.

The ball was not passed well and the AC Milan defenders breathed a sigh of relief, including goalkeeper Dida, who was worried about Totti at the back post. But no one expected that Tadei twisted his body extremely awkwardly during the run, raised his hind legs and suddenly made a scorpion-like swing, the football was hit by his heel, and suddenly changed direction and rushed straight to the front post half of the empty goal.

said that it was too late, and before the Milanese had time to be shocked, Dida had not had time to say secretly: Fuck! A figure suddenly appeared on the soccer line, and a vicious headbutt smashed the ball back and flew away to the far middle line.

Bonella has made a meritorious service, and at this moment he is the best in the world.

For the time being, his teammates didn't have time to congratulate the world No. 1 Bonella, because it was Roma midfielder De Rossi who got the ball.

The 23-year-old Daniele De Rossi, along with AC Milan Gilardino and Inter Montolivo, are known as the three leading figures of the young Italian generation. De Rossi is not only a very standard and traditional Italian midfielder, but he is also quite accomplished defensively. A few years later, when Cannavaro's gang grew old and there was a fault in the Italian national team's central defenders, De Rossi joined forces with Giorgio Chiellini to guard Italy's central defenders, and he was also the best defender in Serie A.

Inter Milan has been playing De Rossi's idea in recent years, and various favorable conditions have promised a lot, and it is impossible for De Rossi not to be tempted. But Totti, the king of wolves, said to him, "I am old, and the city of Rome will be yours."

Totti has said this to many people, from Cassano to Zivo to Zhuoyang, but only De Rossi admitted the truth, he really didn't go anywhere, he waited in Rome and waited, and waited for more than ten years, Totti said this sentence to him every year, and also said it for more than ten years. When that day finally came, De Rossi, who had already withdrawn from the national team and had frosted temples, found a place where no one was around, crying and crying.

De Rossi in this game certainly does not foresee such a distant future, he is still full of hope and love for Roma, and he is full of spiritual football.

De Rossi dodged Brockid's scramble, ran two steps and then made a long diagonal pass to Panucci who was inserted at high speed on the right wing, and the defender with the knife unloaded the ball with his left foot, then lifted his right foot directly and hoisted diagonally into the penalty area at 45 degrees.

The ball fell to the front point, and the landing point was entangled with Bonella, who had just been promoted to first defender, and his opponent Perrotta. In the past World Cup, from the first European qualifier two years ago to the seven main matches, only one player started all 17 games of the Italian team, and none of them were absent, and that was Perrotta.

The football came into the air, and Bonella, who was originally with Perrotta, suddenly relaxed his ape arms, and the light footsteps under his feet wandered the dragon and snake, and the afterimage stuck Perrotta behind him. Insiders look at the doorway, Bonella has become a fine.

Not to mention the others, even Perrault himself admitted that there was no chance, Bonella defused the Roma team's offensive with his exquisite position-grabbing method, a big foot thing.

Sure enough, Bonella kicked a round kick and was kicking the flying football, but it was kicked. The ball flew diagonally off his feet to six metres behind the side, where Totti was.

A fantastic assist full of imagination, Bonella really lived up to the prestige of 'Divine Edge'.

Totti unloaded the ball with his full chest and lifted his right foot to shoot a volley that exploded into the door and the net was about to break.

From Zhuo Yang at the front to Dida at the end, they all looked at Bonella like a fool looking at a fool: Brother, where are you?

Bonella stood in place with his hands on his hips, the cold mountain wind blowing through the jersey into the diaphragm of the chest, and then blowing out of the strong groove muscles in the back of the neck. Perrotta didn't laugh embarrassedly, just patted him on the shoulder to express his condolences, and went to follow his teammates who were running.

Totti, who ran into the distance, pressed his nostril with his thumb and vigorously blew out a tube of long-accumulated snot, then tilted his head thoughtfully and glanced at the lone Bonella, then smiled and shook his head, and then ignored it, and then made the signature celebration of a pacifier with a puff and thumb.

No one noticed that Totti had blown his nose and didn't wipe his hands.

In just the 6th minute, AC Milan, which opened vigorously, was hit by the Wolves King in the head, Cheng Biting Jin's three-board axe was picked into a honeycomb by the young Paul's butt, and Milan's three goalposts became the drumbeat for Roma's triumph.

Zhuo Yang looked at Kaka: "You say, how about I go to the center back?" ”