football spell system

Chapter 842

Chapter 842

In the live broadcast room, Di Livio was still praising Juventus' wonderful performance this season.

On the football field, the players of the two teams are exchanging jerseys and cherishing each other.

Trezeguet, who scored the winning goal, put his arms around Salihamidzic's shoulders, and his gratitude to the Bosnian veteran was beyond words.

"Dude, actually the last ball, you can shoot yourself, I'm sure you're fine."

"Hehe, it's better to pass it to you. You are the number one center in the world in my heart."

"Don't praise me, your achievements are not inferior to mine. I still think you should shoot yourself. Even if it is a mistake, we still have a corner kick and the team can end in a draw. There is no problem."

"David, you were the top scorer in Serie A this season, but after Adriano scored two goals in a row, his number of goals has reached 28, surpassing you. I must help you score another goal and help you win the Serie A Golden Boot again!"

Seeing Salihamidzic with a sincere face, Trezeguet felt a surge of warmth in his chest.

"Thank you, old man. I really want to play with you for one more season, and let's win more championships together!"

"David, I'm old and I want to rest. Bayern want me to go back to management, and I have to prepare for my career after retirement. You still have a chance, sir is a super coach, and Juventus will definitely win many championships next year."

"That's natural! Even if you are in front of the TV next year, don't forget to cheer us on!"

"No problem! As long as it's not the game between Juventus and Bayern, I will fully support Juventus, hahaha!"

Materac is swapping jerseys with Barzagli.

The pair of national team partners hugged each other's shoulders at this time, lamenting the passage of time.

"I didn't expect you to win the Serie A championship in your first season at Juventus. Congratulations."

"It's just that I was lucky. I met strong teammates and a top coach."

"Well, that guy Yun Sheng is really nice, it must be interesting to get along with him. Listening to Mourinho chatting with me, he said that Yun Sheng has many similarities with his personality."

"Don't talk about it, sir, he is gentle and gentle, just like a professor, not the same as your arrogant and domineering special one."

"You just look at the appearance, but he is actually a very nice person. If there is a chance to be on the same team as Yunsheng, it will definitely be very interesting."

"Or should I recommend you to Juventus?"

"Forget it, I still want to retire at Inter Milan."

When walking to the sidelines, Sneijder met Guti.

The Dutchman was stunned for a moment. He didn't want to see Guti at first, but after all, he met him and greeted him anyway.

Guti looked at the Dutch midfielder in front of him: "Brother, you don't want to see us old Real Madrid players because of your experience in Real Madrid."

Snyder nodded: "It kind of means that."

"Haha, you are also a man of temperament," Guti smiled, and he took off his jersey to exchange with Sneijder, "Don't dwell on the old things, you have got a better room for development now, and the experience of Real Madrid can be considered helpful to you."

Sneijder looked at Guti in front of him, his expression was very peaceful: "The Champions League final ten days later, do you want them to win?"

Guti was silent.

After a long time, he slowly uttered a sentence: "I am a child of Madrid. As long as it is not a match between Madrid and Juventus, I expect them to win."

"Even without you, you still hope they can win?" Sneijder asked again, "If they lose, doesn't it just prove that it was their mistake to let you go?"

Guti shook his head, his face showed a little loneliness: "As long as Real Madrid can get better and better, what about me is not important..."

Snyder snorted: "Don't worry, after ten days, I will definitely not let you get your wish!"

After speaking, he turned and left, leaving Guti alone in a daze.

Surrounded by Inter Milan's Brazilian gang, Diego was chatting with fellow villagers.

Adriano, Cesar, Maicon and Coutinho, four Brazilian players chatted with Diego about life in Serie A.

The Brazilians are very cheerful. Although they lost the game, the bad mood has passed, and they came out of the downturn faster.

Adriano and Diego are old partners, and they participated in the 2010 World Cup together.

"Brother, you performed well this season, and your position in the national team will definitely be more stable in the future." Adriano said approvingly.

Coutinho was extremely envious: "When can I be like you and become an important midfielder of the Brazilian national team."

Diego laughed: "I am very optimistic about your skills. Sooner or later you will become one of the best midfielders in the world, even surpassing me."

Coutinho said longingly: "My biggest goal now is to hope that I can win the Champions League once. I will be satisfied with just one."

Cesar shrugged: "I suggest you think about other goals as soon as possible."

"why?"

"Because after ten days, your goal will be achieved."

"Haha, I hope so!"

On the sidelines of the court, Yun Sheng was also chatting with Mourinho.

The game was over, and the two head coaches who were at war just now spoke freely with a calm expression.

"Yun Sheng, aren't you too ruthless? You actually played killing tactics with me in this match? Fortunately, no one of us was injured, otherwise I would have to fight you desperately!"

"No, which one of the players in your coaching team is not as strong as a cow? I have already seen that, you like strong men."

"In any case, I lost this game, and the Serie A championship is yours."

"What do you say, as if you gave me the Serie A championship? I won it with my own ability, okay?"

"This season we met twice in the league and twice in the cup, plus last season's Champions League final, I faced your record, five games and five defeats, I really can't be reconciled!"

"It's okay, let's continue playing next season, I'll wait for you."

"Next season...it is estimated that we will go to the Champions League for a decisive battle..."

"What do you mean?"

"It's okay, just a word of emotion."

Yun Sheng didn't think too much about it: "Okay, then I wish you win the Champions League in advance, and get your place and sit on the Champions League trophy."

Only then did Mourinho smile: "I like to hear this. Don't think I haven't won you, but my number of Champions League titles will soon surpass you."

"Don't worry, Juventus will return to the Champions League next season, and my second Champions League trophy is not far away." Yun Sheng said confidently.

Mourinho laughed loudly: "You proud guy, you are really outspoken, but I like it! The Coppa Italia final will be in seven days. I wish you in advance that you won the league and cup double this season!"

(End of this chapter)