Milito is tired!

On the big screen on the sidelines, sixty-five minutes have passed.

He's a centre-forward.

But he's not a center forward in the standard sense.

He didn't have the speed of Eto'o, the strong body of Su Qin, and the ultimate talent of Balotelli.

He was a thorough opportunist.

Over the years, he has been able to maintain an efficient scoring rate in La Liga or Serie A, because he can always appear in the most suitable position in front of goal and give the opponent a fatal blow.

Some say he resembles Inzaghi, but he has a better body and technique than Inzaghi.

Others say he might be more like Crespo, a standard centre-forward who never wastes a chance.

It was even discovered that he was simply another Trezeguet.

It's just that since coming to Inter, he has played these two games as a starter.

I don't know why, he always felt that the sense of smell that had always been real on the court seemed to be leaving him step by step.

It's like the goddess of luck who has always loved her suddenly has a new favorite.

Or maybe there's a vampire-like being who has been sucking up his aura on the field.

For sixty minutes, he kept missing his chance.

He couldn't get to talk to Eto'o all the time.

Even the straight stuff Sneijder gave himself was always a step short.

Especially after Barry scored a goal and recycled the formation across the board.

He was completely overwhelmed by Barry's crowd tactics.

The young man named Bonucci No. 4 was always one step ahead of him.

Moreover, that young man is not only accurate in the high air ball, but the guy's body is much stronger than himself.

Milito didn't know why such a tough young man had been a silent presence until today's game.

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Beads of Milito's sweat dripped down the turf.

All this, the madmen on the sidelines saw it.

At halftime, the madmen had changed tactics.

He replaced Motta with Stankovic.

Long-range shots and high-altitude balls, this is the most effective weapon to crack the big bus formation.

It's just that Stankovic's long-range shot doesn't seem to be in shape today.

Seeing that there are only more than twenty minutes left in the game.

Mourinho didn't dare to delay any longer.

He turned to look at the bench.

Balotelli?

That guy really doesn't have much of a role in this situation.

Eyes shift!

Mourinho looked at Su Qin.

At this time, Su Qin also happened to move his gaze to Mourinho's side.

Look at each other!

This moment!

Doesn't seem to need any words.

Mourinho nodded at Su Qin, ignoring Balotelli, who was still looking at him with expectant eyes.

"Sue, that Barry's number four, he's the heart of Barry's defense."

"You've got to pay attention to that number four when you get on the pitch."

"If you don't have a good chance, don't head the ball blindly, you can choose to play the ball to Samuel Eto'o or Sneijder and Stankovic from the back!"

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Sixty-ninth minute of the game.

Inter Milan were awarded the third corner of the game.

Mourinho stood on the sidelines with No. 39 player Su Qin in his arms.

One is in a hurry to explain the tactics!

One stood beside him, nodding his head, looking at the court with a resolute gaze.

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"Oops, what did I say?"

"I'll just say it's a good thing that Barry scored first, you see, Su Qin is going to play."

"Eto'o and Quaresma are one on the left and one on the right, and Su Qin is in the middle."

"Stankovic and Sneijder are two up front, and Cambiaso is behind."

"Coupled with the insertion of McCone on the right and Zanetti on the left, no matter how you look at it, it seems that the current lineup is much more interesting than the one that Mourinho started to do!"

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[God, there's still twenty minutes left, damn Barry won't really take three points in the great Meazza. 】

[How did Mourinho do it, why does this Inter team look weaker than last season. ] 】

[Sure enough, Zlatan is gone, and no one in Inter can stand up and score for us?] Without Xavi, Eto'o alone can't be as invincible as he is in Barcelona, and Milito always looks half a beat slower! 】

[Replaced! Substitutions! Number 39! That Sue, teenager Su, Mourinho, is this putting hope on that 18-year-old again? Why do I think it's more useful to go to Balotelli's fool at this time? 】

[But, seriously, the body and header of the No. 39 are really fantastic, and Inter was able to win the championship in the last game, all because of that kid. ] 】

[Haha, for the sake of the Super Cup championship, we should also give him the warmest cheers from Meacha!] What's his name? Sue... Su Bai? 】

【fuck！ It's called Su-Qin! That guy's name is Su Qin! 】

Inter fans in the stands watched Su Qin who finished with Milito and rushed to Bari's half.

Suddenly!

At the Meazza Stadium, someone shouted one after another.

“su！！！”

“su！！！”

“su！！！”

From a few people, it slowly spread to the whole audience.

Su Qin was a little puzzled, what was going on.

Why did someone suddenly call Sue in Meacha?

It's just that Su Qin can't take care of that anymore at this time.

Because Sneijder, who was standing in the corner area, had raised his right hand high.

Beforehand!

That's a code that has been established in training for a long time.

Su Qin hurriedly moved back a step forward.

Sure enough, just like Mourinho said, Bonucci, one of the young version of the two elders of Xuan Ming, has been sticking to himself from the beginning.

Stuck in position, then secretly grabbed the bottom corner of the jersey with his right hand to prevent him from starting suddenly.

Everything was defended to perfection.

But!

It's a pity that the 22-year-old Bonucci was confronted by a super-hung man who drove Haaland raw and Klose headed the ball twice.

When Sneijder's corner kick flew into the box.

Bonucci, who was still in his position, felt a terrifying force that he had never encountered before.

In an instant, his sturdy body of 1.9 meters was defeated in front of this violent force.

He staggered and almost fell to the turf.

And when he raised his head and was ready to hurry to make up for it.

The Inter No. 39, who was still behind him just now, had already jumped up from in front of him.

Bonucci is sure!

At that moment, he will never forget that strong back in his life.

.............

In the sky of Meacha.

For the first time, a young eagle flapped its wings and burrowed into the sky.

And in the same sky.

A black-haired figure also used a gorgeous head shake in the expectant eyes of more than 60,000 people to send the football into the door of the Barry team.

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"Beep !!"

The referee's whistle blows.

Seventy-thirty-seven seconds of the race!

Su Qin, who only appeared for eighteen seconds, scored the first Serie A goal of his career in Meazza and in his Serie A debut!

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PS: Today's two more will be sent, kneeling and begging for monthly tickets and recommended tickets!