Isn't this an official check-in? was coaxed by female fans. Stars do just that. What else is there to be wronged about.

Such a big commotion. Naturally, it attracted the attention of the authorities.

Chen Haonan was immediately invited into the VIP seat. only escaped the clutches of the fans.

Rui Costa and Baggio are chatting.

Baggio reached out very gentlemanly. and Chen Haonan had a warm handshake.

Then he said with a little reproach: "You came to Milan a day early. We should have been informed. Do you still learn to be an official? Let's have a private interview with the microserver first. It's a big deal."

The years are not forgiving. Chen Haonan looked respectfully at Baggio, whose hair had turned white. sighed deeply.

The melancholy prince of those days. Now he has become a melancholy uncle...... Oh no. It should be a melancholy uncle.

"That's it. Man just stepped onto the field. It caused female fans to go crazy. Are you going to play in Milan or are you looking for a fan? You're coming. I'm a handsome old man. What market ...... in the future"

Rui Costa's words are even more funny. While burying it. While touching his smooth half-inch head.

I'm older though. But it's still handsome.

The two handsome uncles are ridiculing Chen Haonan. Chen Haonan couldn't find anything to deal with for a while. can only honestly admit: "Alas...... Speaking of women. I have a headache...... Ahem."

If he hadn't been annoyed by the four women in the house. I won't sneak to San Siro to watch the game. Although those women also came to the city of Milan. But he wasn't going to go along.

Tomorrow is the big day of his official debut at AC Milan. He chose to be here alone.

"This ...... Obviously you have more experience than our two old men. We're not going to say anything." Baggio stroked his beard. Sneered.

At this time. There was a deafening cheer outside, shaking the VIP seats......

"Goal!" Chen Haonan turned around. Just in time to see Neymar running.

Just chatting. Didn't pay attention to the ball. As a result, the goal went in......

Watch the ball live. It's normal not to see how the ball goes in. Some people may be picking up girls. Maybe bragging. Maybe dozing off. It's easy to miss out on that wonderful moment. Obviously, the same is true for Chen Haonan at this time.

The big screen quickly brought them explanations.

It was a free kick from the edge of the box. Messi rarely didn't take the initiative to step up and take a penalty. Instead, it was handed over to Neymar.

Neymar shoots from the far corner inside the inside of his right foot. Kicked the ball into the goal of the Paris Saint-Germain goalkeeper. The score became 1.0.

Barcelona took the lead.

It was a goal in the Champions League final. Maybe this goal will bring Barcelona the title.

It was also Neymar's first goal in the Champions League final. First Champions League final. First goal. He was like a child. Ran around the pitch. I don't know where the strength comes from. It seems that Enrique's attitude towards him is quite correct......

"Oye. Oye. Oyer."

Live room. Abidal excitedly slapped the table three times in a row, extremely excited......

Wow. Wow. Wow.

Cantona thumped the table three times in a row.

And Abidal echoes from afar. Unusually angry......

And that's not all. Abidal actually stood up. Run to the middle of the moderator. Picked up the ball that was placed in front of the table. Then he happily held it in front of Cantona.

That's what it means. Hurry up and eat it. It doesn't taste good when it's cold for a while.

Cantona blushed. I want to kill people.

"What the hell. That's a little bit longer. The first half wasn't over yet."

The game is less than the last second. Don't dare to win. Abidal did go a little too far.

Teams that reversed in the last few minutes abounded. Not to mention that there is still more than an hour.

Cantona certainly won't eat the ball. Who wins and who loses. It's still far away.

He lowered his head mischievously. Then tap to the right. Pushed the ball back to the host's table.

"Want to turn Barcelona in the final. Think about how your old club, Manchester United, died in 2008-09, and how they died in 2010-11."

Abidal said with a smile. These two battles. He was still Barcelona's defender at the time. One of the second time to win the cup. Not only as the main force. In the end, he won the cup as the captain......

These two games. Barcelona have shown great control. Manchester United felt quite struggling. In the end, it all ends in hatred.

"Don't you have a depreciation period on this broken bus? We'll see...... Look at...... Dog's Day. How is that possible." Cantona hasn't finished sneering. Immediately scolded.

It's been less than three minutes since that goal. Barcelona actually scored again. It was Neymar who scored the goal.

"I stepped on shit last night. It's all there.." Cantona scolded mercilessly. Ravitch is not adulterous with Messi. Two Argentines said yes. He doesn't top it in front. It's okay to run back and play some defense.."

Neymar's luck is just too good......

Argentine Ravitch who plays as a striker. I was waiting for an opportunity to fight back in front. Result Barcelona man takes a corner. He ran back to help the defense.

The defense is naturally looking for Messi, the shortest in stature. Both are teammates of the Argentine national team. It's a private friend again. You should be able to defend it well.

Koravitch seemed to be fascinated in general. Obviously Messi is behind him. The ball is in front of him. I don't know what's going on. Messi ended up bypassing him. Kicked the ball away first. Just kick it off.

The ball ended up at Neymar's feet. The landing point is very poor.

Neymar was also in the middle of a run. As a result, the ball ghost made a god smash under his crotch. Then it slowly rebounded into the net......

"Meaning. Enrique was prescient. Look Neymar under that crotch. It's really not ordinarily powerful. Even a doppelganger can score goals. Ahem. He's not fighting alone. He's two brothers fighting."

Scolded next door. It seems that this goods and that guy go all the way...... Cantona muttered to himself. The host's spring-hearted face. He was told the truth a long time ago.

"Shit luck only. It's still early......" Cantona scratched at his thick eyebrows. Hard-mouthed.

It's still early. At least half time. Just this Champions League final. It seems like a fantasy to equalize and overtake at a 2.0 disadvantage.

Unless there is a miracle of that match between AC Milan and Liverpool that year. Otherwise. Barcelona would give such a big gift.

Barcelona manager Enrique. Waving his fist in the coach's seat. Crazy catharsis.

In recent times. He endured too much, too much.

Team play, team record, team future, etc. All put him under a lot of pressure.

Pressure from the club and the fans. Almost drove him crazy.

Available now. He was so happy that he almost fell to the sky.

2.0 lead. That big ear trophy. It's at your fingertips.

Glittering Champions League trophy. Sparkling in front of the table. It was as if it was ready to be engraved with the name of Barcelona again......

Next to the coach's bench at the other end. Bielsa scratched her head. The hair is already in a mess. This is in line with his madman's style. The whole person is going crazy.

When the referee blows the whistle for the end of the first half. He was still squatting on the turf. The camera also gave him a big close-up.

"Isn't it...... It's crazy." The host cautiously guessed. There was no trace of sympathy on his face. On the contrary, there is some schadenfreude.

Thankfully, Bielsa didn't do what he suspected. His gaze was only a blur in the sky for a few seconds. Eventually, he stood up. Be the first to walk to the players' tunnel......

When the second half is ready to start. Bielsa was nowhere to be found. Now the host speculated even more boldly: "Bielsa shouldn't really think about it. Find a place to ...... Forehead...... The tallest building in the San Siro neighborhood. That's the stadium. It won't ......" he couldn't help but look through the glass. Walk over the pitch at the San Siro.

At the start of the second half. Enrique has made a substitution adjustment. Tello and Thiago are back on the pitch. Cesc Fabregas and Iniesta went down.

Apparently he's on the defensives again. He was born with defensive genes. This is a decision that is customary.

Where did Bielsa go? Nobody knows. But. His players still seem to be murderous. There was not a hint of disappointment.

Cristiano Ronaldo. Still holding his head high. Stand in the middle circle arc that.

Lose and lose. Lose again. Do you have to lose again. Bielsa was right. Something. It has to change. It can't go on like this.

Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes flashed with a glimmer of light. It's like a different person.

Summoned the guys. Then hug everyone one by one.

It's a little weird...... 100,000 fans are watching.

Is he Ronaldo the same as Bielsa. Lose your marbles.

Not ready to tee off. When has Luo been so low-key. When has it been so sensational. It's not him......

This also ...... Not the Paris Saint-Germain that piled up with gold dollars......

For the next forty-five minutes. People saw another amazing everything.

"Oye. Oye. Oye. You're going to eat the balls in your stomach." After Cristiano Ronaldo's tomahawk free-kick hit the back of the net. Cantona jumped. Moved the ball in front of the host to Abidal. Said triumphantly.

"Haha. Ha ha. I smirked. I smirked ...... "Ten minutes later. Cantona is like a juggler. Suddenly there was an extra ball next to him. Then he gently kicked it with his right foot. Right in Abidal's chest......

Another four minutes passed......

"Boy. Eat it. If you don't have enough to eat, I'll send you another one. Let you eat enough. Alack. It's so fucking cool." Cantona jumped to his feet. Take off your suit. Actually dancing in the live studio." La-la-la-la. La-la-la-la. Lalalala......"

Inside the players' tunnel. Suddenly a gray-white ball rolled out. Oh no. It was Bielsa who was as excited as a ball. Really rushed out of the players' tunnel like a madman. Head straight to the middle of the pitch......

Cristiano Ronaldo was held high by his Paris Saint-Germain team-mates. The last selfless cross. He could have opted for a one-on-one shot. But it went to the feet of Ravitch, who couldn't make a mistake 100 per cent......