127 stabbing shots

During this time, the back line was in danger, Jiangshan's back was a little wet, and his palms were sweaty.

"Damn, I'm more nervous than going up and kicking myself." Jiang Shan pinched his fingers in his pocket, "No, I want to be calm, I am the head coach with the highest quality." Calm, calm! โ€

Exhale โ€“ Inhale โ€”โ€”, take several deep breaths in a row to finally stabilize your mood.

The players in Monaco are not nervous, their feet are even a little weak, this kind of game is too torturous.

But when they saw the calm country on the sidelines, they unconsciously relied on more and slowly relaxed. Cooper, on the contrary, had just received a yellow card, and the Inter players were nervous.

Zanetti kept calling out to his teammates, "Brothers, hold on, we just need one goal." โ€

'Yes, a goal, we have a chance, keep putting pressure on them.' Cannavaro also applauded at the back, "Recoba, Crespo, you pull the space, the midfield strengthens the long-range shots. โ€

Smith stopped Zanetti, "Don't think about shooting from distance, I'm here." โ€

"You're a striker, get me back to where you're supposed to be." Zanetti was annoyed, this guy, like a ghost, was floating all over the place, and he was everywhere.

Tough!

Jiangshan looked at the time and played another card. Roten came on and replaced the overdrawn Cisse.

Roten and Gyuli are on two separate sides, but Roten has a heavier task and needs to make up for the lack of midfield defence. Luo Teng led the order to play, his defensive ability is average, he is better than he is full of physical energy, and he has no problem marking people.

Inter Milan had just shifted the focus of attack from the center to the wings, and Jiang Shan immediately arranged for Luo Teng to play again to strengthen the defense and stifle possible hidden dangers.

Cooper scratched his head angrily, "Gangbang bastard, big bastard, madman, big madman." What the hell does he want to play? Is he thinking of killing Inter Milan? It's not that simple. โ€

Inter's players are not vegetarians, and although they have failed to score, they have been putting a lot of pressure on the Monaco team. It hurt that the country didn't dare to send Ribery, and he was a little tender, so he might not be able to withstand the pressure.

Didier Drogba roamed up front and squeezed the Inter backline. He was also an eye-opener today, with Recoba's dribbling and Crespo's body control all amazed him.

After joining Monaco, he continued to ponder Shevchenko's technical characteristics, and learned from Roundup and Pusauer on the spot, and made great progress, and carefully observed the technical movements of Recoba and Crespo in the past few days.

He felt like he was touching a membrane, a membrane of technology.

As long as he pokes lightly, this membrane may be broken, he is already bleeding today, he can't let the blood flow in vain, he must pierce this membrane.

Things in the future will inevitably come naturally and be full of moisture.

Zikos dribbled the ball up front, got out of place and crossed to the left side of the box, where Giuli had just switched positions with Roten.

Gyuli is almost a free man on the field, constantly moving around, harassing the defensive line, and creating threats.

Cรณrdoba defended well, blocked Giuli's shot angle, kept it close to him, and didn't give Giuli any chance.

But Jiuli has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he is not a virgin, so he must know how to deal with the sprint problem at the critical moment, after all, he doesn't matter.

With a left-footed smash, the ball passed right under the crotch of Cรณrdoba and the ball was well positioned.

At this time, a demonic beast-like figure ran past Materazzi and crushed into the forbidden area. Face the rushing Toldo.

Drogba was unusually calm, and that was at this time. "I'm going to puncture this membrane. I'm going to exert my strength, don't cry out in pain. โ€

He leaned on Materazzi, hooked his toes, and pulled the ball to the right side of his body, kicked the ground with his left foot, exerted force, and his body deflected, a little out of balance.

It's not troublesome, I have long legs, straight and slender black long legs, I haven't used hair remover, and I don't have long legs.

Cannavaro sensed the threat keenly and squeezed over to stop Drogba, but unfortunately, he was a little slower.

Drogba was already in control of the ball when his body was out of balance, poked it out, poked it out hard.

"Shoot!"

Whoosh ...... Fierce shots. The ball passed under Cannavaro's gaze and headed straight for the middle of the goal.

When Toldo saved, there was no one in the goal, and Drogba fired into the empty net.

Syllable!

Cannavaro crashed into it, and the two were stacked on top of each other again. Drogba felt a little hard and uncomfortable.

My knee also hurts, and I was scratched by Cannavaro's sneakers, and it was a little broken.

But these are not problems, blood, not a problem, piercing that membrane, the membrane of technology, is the biggest gain.

The ball goes into the net and goes into the net smoothly.

Goals count!

Monaco scored at home to take a 1-0 lead.

Inter Milan must score two goals if they want to advance, and with less than fifteen minutes left in the game, Cooper is running out of time to adjust.

Drogba struggled to get up, "I scored, Coach Jiangshan, I scored." โ€

He rushed to Jiangshan and suddenly skipped on his knees, too excited, too excited.

On the lawn, three bars appeared strangely.

This......... The familiar three bars made Jiang Shan a little trance-like, "This guy,." It can't be hard, right? โ€

The Monaco players rushed over and pressed Drogba under him, twitching and convincing.

It hurts! Drogba finally burst into a roar.

"Get up for me, Lao Tzu is in pain."

Well, the skin on the knee is broken, the wound is deepening, and the blood is spurting. The team doctor was ordered to enter the field again.

Jiang Shan did not hesitate to replace Drogba. He hesitated and let Ribery come on and feel the pressure.

"Remember, last time, control the tempo, don't go fast. Don't leave any room for Inter. โ€

The game is not over yet, as long as Inter Milan scores a goal, both sides will be 1-1 in both games and will go to extra time.

Pep Guardiola clapped his hands and applauded, "Yes, at the last moment, we just need to control the rhythm, pass the control, pass the control, must pass the control." "He can't wait to be incarnated and command on the sidelines, such a game, scoring goals at critical moments, it's too uplifting.

Drogba limped off the field and saw Materazzi, "I'm going to go to the nightclub first, I hope you can see your mother later." โ€

"I'll fuck you, I'll kill you." Materazzi and Drogba are bullish, and if Zanetti hadn't pulled him away, he would definitely have hit Drogba with his head.

After Ribery came on the pitch, Monaco really played a pass, the ball rolled from the back to the front, there was no chance, and it rolled back from the front to the back.

Cooper scolded on the sidelines, "Jiangshan, there is a kind of real knife and real gun, girl's thing, are you embarrassed to play?" โ€

"I'm sorry, you're too strong, I can only do this." Jiang Shan shrugged, "However, you guys grabbed the ball." See? โ€

Crespo grabbed the ball, but before it could be transmitted, he was immediately surrounded by Smith, Ribery and Roten, and counter-attacked on the spot, and the ball returned to the feet of the Monaco players.

The sudden appearance of the passing control disrupted the passing control of Inter Milan and gave the fans an illusion, such skills and tactics are so awesome!

In fact, as long as the players of Inter Milan are given enough time, they can easily break the defense, but their mentality is disordered, and Monaco suddenly changes the rhythm, and they have not yet adapted.

Passing is not so easy to kick, and it is not so easy to control. At this stage, transmission control is just a special means used by Jiangshan to change tactics.