Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

"Proud in the face of ten thousand heavy waves, the blood is like that red sun!"

"Guts like iron, bones like steel!"

"Big-minded, long-sighted!"

"I strive to be strong and be a good man!"

"Be a good man, improve yourself every day!"

"A hot-blooded good boy is brighter than the sun!"

Bologna Stadium, in the simple dressing room shower, Ye Chen rubbed his hot scalp with shampoo while singing this song "Men Should Be Self-Improvement"!

Two goals in 4 minutes, reverse Bologna, this game, play enjoyably!

Fight with relief!

Punched Conte in the face!

Four minutes, I just need four minutes to lead Inter to a comeback.

Conte, did you see that?

As soon as Ye Chen finished singing, a thick tenor sounded again.

Barrera rushed in naked, turned on the shower, and opened his arms to the faucet!

"What a brilliant sun, how clear the sky is after the storm has passed!"

"The fresh air is pleasant, what a brilliant sunshine!"

"Ah, your eyes are shining, as if the sun is brilliant!"

"The eyes are shining, as if the sun is brilliant!"

The other teammates who took a shower also followed Barrera there and howled and roared!

"Sunshine! Clear! The sun, brilliant! "

It was just a simple Serie A game against a weak team in the relegation zone.

However, this thrilling process, and the pressure on Inter players, is no less than a Champions League final!

More importantly, they defeated the stubborn, conservative Conte in this game!

"To hell with Conte,"

the old captain Handa finished his shower, was the first to come out around a white bath towel, and whispered.

"To hell with Conte, this fool!"

Lukaku came out second, naked, and roared!

"To hell with Conte!!"

After the other teammates took a shower, they came out one by one, and each time they came out, they shouted!

Ye Chen was the last to come out, his wet hair under his eyebrows.

He blew upwards and said meaningfully: "It's dawn." "

......

"All Market" media, in the post-match rating, gave Ye Chen a full score of 10 points!

They commented: "After Ye Chen played, he was only given 4 minutes, but Ye Chen proved to the world that as long as he plays, even in stoppage time, he can create miracles!" Conte

, on the other hand, gave a super low score of 3!

This is the lowest rating that All Market has given to a coach this season.

They criticized mercilessly: "Conte paid the price for his conservative foolishness, he underestimated the resistance of his opponent, and overestimated the combat effectiveness of the substitute lineup, and at the same time, giving Ye Chen four minutes of playing time was not so much an insult to Ye Chen as the team's top scorer, and it was also a disrespect for Inter's entire Serie A season and the team's hard work!" "

......

On Tuesday, San Siro Apartments, night rain.

Late at night, 2:29 a.m.

The copper-colored original pillar street lamp decorated with the sculpture of St. Mary, the dim light in the lampshade, was cut by the heavy rain, and it became darker.

Residents are sleeping soundly in the heavy rain.

"Woo-woo-"

The four cars, only a few minutes before and after, followed them to the downstairs of Ye Chen's apartment.

Four men dressed in black and wearing black masks got out of the car.

"Penthouse of Building C, 601, let's go upstairs."

A tall man at the head whispered to the people behind him, and everyone went upstairs.

Ye Chen was sitting on the sofa, drinking a cup of Pu'er tea.

Barrera was slightly anxious and kept looking at her watch.

"Ye Chen, it's already half past two, why haven't they come yet?"

"It can't be remorse, right?"

Ye Chen took a sip of the teacup and slowly put it down.

"It will come, don't worry, I'm sure."

Ding dong!

A doorbell rang.

Ye Chen and Barrera got up almost at the same time.

Opening the door, four men in black rushed in, and a damp smell of rain hit, and the ground was wet.

When they removed their masks, the faces of the four Inter players appeared.

They are:

Inter captain, goalkeeper Handanovic.

Defensive backbone, Skriniar.

Midfield commander, Brozovic.

The most valuable player in the team, striker Romelu Lukaku.

Together with Ye Chen and Barrera at home, there are a total of six Inter players.

"It's all here, let's sit!"

Ye Chen smiled and beckoned his teammates to take their seats.

On the coffee table, there are six cups of Pu'er tea, and the mouth of the cup is steaming white.

Six people were seated.

These six are the heaviest six in the Inter team and the six big guys in the dressing room.

Gathering at Ye Chen's home late today is to discuss a major matter!

Ye Chen looked into Handa's eyes and said solemnly:

"Captain, did you talk to Conte this morning, what was his reaction?"

Handa sneered and lifted Erlang's legs.

'Conte is still insisting on himself, back in the league, Champions League first, defense first, counter-attack first.

"But he still doesn't understand, just his way to play Bayern, there is no chance at all, we can't accompany him to death!"

Huge living room, curtains drawn.

The lights are very bright.

Everyone's expression is clearly visible.

Ye Chen nodded.

He sat in position C on the semi-circular deerskin sofa and looked around.

"I want to hear what other people think, there are some things, once done, there is no turning back."

"You're all dressing room guys, some of you have been playing for the team for years, some are the first worth of the team, and the Italian backbone, and me – the six of us, representing the opinion of Inter Milan's dressing room."

Barrera suddenly slapped the coffee table hard, and the tea in the cup splashed out!

"Captain, I have long said that it is useless for you to talk to Conte, this old guy has solidified his thinking, he is full of gou, relying on me, gou a Champions League, add a Champions League honor to his career merit book!"

Indignantly, Barrera pulled out his phone and lit up a picture of a child dressed as an Inter player.

"I've been an Inter fan since I was 6 years old, and my whole family is an Inter fan! I grew up watching Inter's ball, I can say in charge, Conte is Juve, he looks down on Inter, he looks down on us Inter players, he thinks Inter should shrink and fight back!

"But it's not blue-black DNA!" Definitely not!

"As Ye Chen said before, we need courage, we need to move forward, we need to take the initiative, this is the spirit of Inter!"

Brozovic looked grim and said in his Italian accent in Eastern Europe:

"I agree with the captain and Barrera, Conte has missed not only us, but also Inter!"

Shik looked very depressed.

He put his hands on his long legs on his knees, buried his head deep in it, and spoke in a tone of pain:

"I'm a centre-back, I've never played such a grueling game in five years at Inter, and I'm fed up with being bombarded by opponents in the box, sometimes I want to hit people, is football like this? Can Inter play like this!

Ye Chen patted him on the shoulder.

He looked at Lukaku.

"Romelu Lukaku, what is your opinion as the most expensive new signing in the squad for the season?"

Lukaku smiled and gave a thumbs up to Ye Chen.

"Ye Chen, I listen to you, what you say, I will do it!"

Seeing that everyone's opinions were unified, Ye Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

He motioned for everyone to gather their heads.

"Tomorrow morning, we will be absent from training en masse, and then..." Outside

the window, the rain became heavier.

The rain lapped against the floor-to-ceiling windows, making a clicking sound.

In the tall oak forest, the branches and leaves brushed sharply to the south, almost breaking off at the waist.

The wind howled, ravaging Milan.

It was an uneventful night.

An even bigger outbreak will happen tomorrow!