Chapter 0473 - What is Lost and What Is Not Lost
During the evening training, Zhuo Cunzhi did not see Lucero.
However, now he can't think about it so much, and the game with Milan is coming soon!
Milan is strong, too strong to be overstated!
If Barcelona wants to stand at the top of Europe, it must surpass Milan.
The Champions League champion in the 02-03 season, if it weren't for the away away from Laco and a big upset, Milan is likely to defend the title!
In fact, what Zhuo Cunzhi is focusing on now is the match in which Laco slaughtered Milan 4:0.
Milan's squad at the time was 4312, with Cafu, Maldini, Nesta and Pancaro standing in the key backline.
However, in this game, such a defensive performance was not good.
Pancarlo, who is the least famous and at the bottom of the team, is not the main reason, whether it is Nesta, Maldini or Cafu, they are not doing well.
After checking Zhuo Cunzhi, I learned that before that game, Milan had gone through several tough battles in the league, including Inter, Lazio, Parma and Juventus, and finally achieved excellent results, but the spirit was inevitably relaxed.
In addition, Laco was beaten 4:1 against Milan before, and was beaten 4:0 by Milan before, and the players on the Milan side were inevitably a little underbeaten.
In the end, the biggest reason is because of physical strength.
Milan manager Carlo Ancelotti has two fatal flaws –
The first point is that I'm not good at rotation, and I like to find a main lineup and use it to the death!
The second point is that Ancelotti's tactical arrangement before the game is very strong, but the temporary arrangement in the game is very poor!
It was because of these two points that Milan as a whole faced Deportivo La Coruna in a state of lack of physical strength and lack of energy, and met the last Super Laco.
With the score behind, coach Carlo Ancelotti failed to make a reasonable substitution, so Milan lost in the end.
One thing Zhuo Cunzhi can be sure of: that Milan team would not have lost if it were not for fitness reasons.
In other words, purely in terms of strength, that Milan team is almost impeccable!
The reason why he uses almost is because of Pancaro on the back line, he is also a famous player in Serie A, but in the eyes of Zhuo Cunzhi, his level is still relatively poor.
The most important thing is that he is a left-back, the player who is opposite Zhuo Cunzhi on the field!
If it was against Milan last season, there would be no doubt that this would be the case.
However, the truth is that Milan have poached Stam from Lazio this season.
Maldini doesn't need to continue to fill the void at centre-back and can return to his best left-back position!
Therefore, Milan's backline is still four people, but it has become a lineup such as right-back Cafu, center-back Nesta, center-back Stam and left-back Maldini.
It is no exaggeration to say that each of the above four people is more famous, status, and powerful than Barcelona's captain Puyol!
Only three or four years later, Puyol, who won numerous titles at Barcelona and Spain, is eligible to be tied with these four!
Each of them is qualified to compete for the first place in contemporary times, or even in history, for this position!
"There is no such exaggerated lineup in the game......" Zhuo Cunzhi just looked at it, and he felt a huge headache!
If you really want to count it, the weaknesses of Milan's lineup are the Brazilian international Dida and the Italian butcher Gattuso!
It's just like a joke......
With such a strong strength, it's no wonder that even his dad is a fan of Milan.
It seems that he still wants to play in Milan......
Although this is not possible.
Just then, the sound of the phone rang.
"Joao?" Zhuo Cunzhi saw a familiar number.
"Hey, why do you have time to call me?" Zhuo Cunzhi asked.
"Your Barcelona and Milan match is about to start! Right! Joao's excited voice came from there.
"That's right." Zhuo Cunzhi replied in a flat tone.
"Help me get an autograph!"
Zhuo Cunzhi hung up the call.
A second later, the phone's ringtone rang as promised.
"Sensei!" Zhuo Cunzhi snatched the speech!
"It's so cold, obviously we were good teammates last season" Joao sobbed twice on the other side of the phone.
"Get out!" Zhuo Cunzhi scolded with a smile, "You guys take care of yourself, don't worry about me." ”
After speaking, Zhuo Cunzhi hung up the call again.
On the other side, Joao put down his phone and shrugged at Bernd beside him, "He doesn't seem to be nervous anymore." ”
"That's good." The old god Barnd nodded on the ground.
"Anyway, if you care so much, why don't you make this call yourself?" Joao asked, confused.
"Who cares!" Bernd immediately retorted.
"I'm just afraid that he will lose too badly and affect our image in Aachen!"
"......" Joao didn't reply, just kept looking at Bernd with a fake and exaggerated smile.
Bernd forcibly resisted the thought of beating him up, and asked, "What else did he say?" ”
"He also said, let's take care of ourselves." João repeated.
"We?" Bernd repeated.
"It's exposed!" João laughed teasingly.
"It's not all your fault!" Bernd first roared angrily, and then, inexplicably, with some emotion, "He seems to be still paying attention to our results." ”
"Sixth in the league, two consecutive draws in the Champions League, as soon as he left, we really fell into decline all of a sudden." João said.
"You really don't care about the expression." Bernd was dissatisfied.
"If I care about winning or losing, I won't stay." Joao raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know why, I just feel like you're not telling the truth." Bernd looked at Joao and suddenly fell into a tangle.
"Actually, could you be a guy who loves Aachen so much that he doesn't leave?" Bernd asked, but more like talking to himself.
The next moment, he shook his head with a smile, "No, it can't be like this." ”
"Whatever his reason, we're happiest when we can play together, aren't we?" Joao put his arm around his shoulders.
"I think football is the happiest when it wins." Bernd disagreed.
"That's what Dim thought, that's why he left." Joao was rarely a little embarrassed.
"Didn't Tim say he'd come back sooner or later?" Bernd had a hard time saying a word for him.
"I guess it's all ten years later......"
On the other side, Zhuo Cunzhi hung up the phone, and then started to be stunned.
Five minutes later, maybe ten minutes later, Zhuo Cunzhi suddenly stood up.
Outside the window, it was already dark, and there weren't too many lights around.
The only thing that brightened in my eyes was the moon.
Tomorrow, if they can perform well, if they can lead the team to a win against Milan, will they applaud?