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Chapter 719 Who the fuck is the joke? 【Big chapter】



Chapter 719 Who the fuck is the joke? 【Big chapter】

Chapter 719 Who the fuck is the joke? 【Big chapter】

When the fourth official came on the field, the faces of two people changed.

In the VIP box, Moggi's expression was uncertain. He didn't expect Carini to be beaten into a pig's head by a streaking player and carried off the field on a stretcher. Although this guy performed very well before, Inter Milan is still fucking ahead. The fourth official is not the one he planned... The next game is out of his control. At least the referee's law enforcement standards will not go according to his plan.

How the hell did this shit happen?

Moji couldn't laugh or cry.

He suddenly felt a sense of frustration, and things were gradually out of his control. When Inter Milan was sent off a super main player less than 5 minutes into the game, when Inter Milan was sentenced to death at the beginning of the second half, and seven players received yellow cards before the end of the game... From Moggi's standpoint, Carlini's approach was too much!

However, even if the situation is so unfavorable, Madman Lee's team still firmly controls the general trend of the derby... What should I say?Is it fear of the strength of Madman Li, or is it angry that Allegri is not up to date?

Moji frowned tightly.

The temperature in the entire VIP box seemed to drop accordingly.

……

sidelines.

The corners of Li Tongfan's mouth drew a soothing arc.

"This... would such a thing happen? Haha, that Carini who gave birth to a son who would definitely not have an ass hole, actually got out like this? This new fourth official..."

When Lao Li thought about the embarrassment and embarrassment on his face when he lashed out at this man in a rage, he was basically sure that he was not the same thing as Carini... In this way, the competition can finally be fairer!

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force--! !

The new referee Chris Villa blew his whistle.

This world-renowned Milan duo derby was finally able to continue after it was interrupted for about 10 minutes because of the streaking fans.

The cheers and boos from the north and south stands resounded again.

Sure enough, the performance of Chris Villa, the interim referee, was billions of light-years better than the previous genuine Carlini.In the case of taking care of the fluency of the game, the law enforcement standards are strict, and the two teams are treated with the same standards, and there is no obvious favoritism!

After a while, the Neila team in the north stand applauded again and again.

As the time ticked towards the end of the game, the scene that Allegri and many AC Milan fans were looking forward to finally arrived-after playing ten against eleven for a long time and constantly attacking fiercely, the physical strength of the Inter Milan players finally began to decline significantly!

Although this scene came a bit late, it was enough for the red and black camps to see the dawn of hope.With more than ten minutes left in the game, AC Milan no longer vowed to pursue a big victory like they did before the game. What they are looking forward to now is a goal, a goal that can bring the game to a draw!

Witnessing the strength of Madman Li and the [Nerazzurri], victory has become a luxury!

An average seems to be more realistic.

One goal will determine 90.00% of the 2010-2011 Serie A championship. The closer the game is to the end, the more intense the beating of all hearts. The most dangerous time has come. As long as there is a goal, no matter which side it belongs to, it is enough to make the opponent feel desperate!

The air in San Siro, starts to smoke, starts to burn!

The fans have long been shouting hoarsely, their hands are already swollen and numb, confetti and various slogans are flying in the stands, everyone is clutching their hearts, leaning forward, no one chooses to sit in their seats at this time, the 85398 seats in the San Siro stand are all empty, because the fans are all standing up to watch the game!

While sweating excitedly, the narrators roared hysterically into the microphone and poured water into their mouths to ensure that when they opened their mouths, what came out of their mouths was not dry flames!

"... Pirlo passing the ball... Pato shoots - !!"

"Oh, what a pity, it's only a little bit away... The football hit the crossbar and flew off the baseline!"

"Look at this ball—!!"

"...Inter Milan's chance to counterattack...Eto Oeto Oeto Oeto'o...Silva steals the ball successfully!! It's too dangerous, [Cameroon Cheetah] has three people in a row, he almost got a one-handed chance...I think the AC Milan fans must have been so scared that their hearts almost melted!"

"The game was too fierce, and both sides put all their eggs in one basket at the last moment!"

"AC Milan is making a comeback...Beckham's long pass...Beautiful!!...The ball is so comfortable, Zlatan Ibrahimovic looks at Materazzi...Forcibly turned...Shoot...Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"It's a pity that the shot from close at hand was almost empty. Pato may have cared too much. He chose to hit the goal vigorously, and it was unbelievable to see the football kicked away... AC Milan missed a once-in-a-lifetime lore opportunity!"

"There are still 6 minutes left in the game..."

"AC Milan's set-piece chance...Beckham...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

"Sneijder --!! A strong long-range shot returned the favor... Abbiati didn't dare to neglect, his fists smashed the ball out of the baseline, and after his whole body was smashed into the goal line..."

"Less than 4 minutes left in the game..."

"It's definitely the most dangerous moment... Will there be a goal?"

On the field.

AC Milan relied on Robinho's breakthrough to obtain a very good set-piece opportunity in the frontcourt.

About 36 meters from the goal.

The position is to the right, forming an angle of about 60 degrees with the bottom line.

[Full Moon Scimitar] David Beckham and [Brain] Pirlo, two super free kick masters who shocked the world of football, stood in front of the football, constantly checking the goal position, and gradually calmed down due to the shortness of breath due to fierce fighting.

There is not much game time, and opportunities are rare.

AC Milan is almost out this time, [Brazilian Golden Boy] Pato, [Swedish Scorpio] Zlatan Ibrahimovic, central defender Thiago Silva, Nesta, Abarth and other headers are crowded into Inter Milan's penalty area. Only Van Bommel, who is good at long-range shots, ambushed outside the penalty area. Only Antonini stayed near the center line to prevent Inter Milan from counterattacking.

The free kick is relatively far away, and it is too difficult to shoot directly, so it is almost certain that this will be a set kick!

Sneijder and Sanchez stood in a two-person wall, slightly interfering with the opponent's free throw.

"There are about 4 minutes left in the game, will AC Milan score a goal?"

"Will a hero stand up? Who will save AC Milan? The Rossoneri need a champion, and the value of a champion, at this moment, is a goal..."

"The live broadcast gave Pirlo and David Beckham close-ups for a long time... These are two faces that are very familiar and crazy to hundreds of millions of fans all over the world, especially Beckham. Although his competitive state on the court inevitably began to decline, no one denied the power of his free kick stunt. This superstar who once bloomed in the second spring of his career under the hands of Madman Lee is standing on the opposite side of Madman Lee today. Can he save the Rossoneri..."

In the stands, fans from both sides were so nervous that they forgot to breathe.

Some people have even closed their eyes and dare not look at it anymore.

force--! !

The whistle is like a sharp sword piercing the sky, piercing everyone's soul fiercely.

The San Siro Stadium was extremely quiet at this moment, and even the slightly rapid breathing of the players could be heard. Beckham and Pirlo retreated at the same time. Everything seemed to be in slow motion. Time slowed down at this moment...

In the restricted area, the crowd began to crowd wildly.

Beckham runs up.

"...David's run-up...He will take the penalty? We saw that Pirlo is also slowly moving...This position is not very good for Beckham. Pirlo is more suitable for taking the penalty...Is it a tactical cooperation?"

"...Beckham...Beckham...Beckham..."

"Who will take the penalty... oh woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh This ball scored!"

Beckham shoots directly!

Such a choice shocked all the glasses.

The location of the free kick is not within the killing range of the [Full Moon Scimitar]. Everyone thought that AC Milan came back for a tactical cooperation. Who knew that Beckham resolutely chose to shoot directly at this time!

Moreover, this ball actually scored!

Not a full moon scimitar.

It's an imposing, domineering, powerful shot that never returns.

Beckham concentrated all his strength, energy, spirit and fighting spirit on this shot. The football was like a white lightning bolt, and it was out of everyone's sight with a stab. When all the fans reacted, the football was already in the far right corner of the Inter Milan goal.

Power, even within a short period of time, completely overcomes gravity!

After Beckham shot the goal, his whole body leaned forward. His feet were obviously stuck in the air because of the hard hit of the football. His eyes were still fixed on the football until the football hit the net before staggering to the ground. It can be seen that the force is fierce and the football flies fast!

San Siro exploded after being silent for two or three seconds!

The camp of AC Milan fans is boiling like boiling water!

Some people covered their faces, some passed out from excitement, some beat their own chests as if they were self-harming themselves, some beautiful women took off their red bras and waved in the wind... Every AC Milan fan, no matter on or off the field, hugged and kissed wildly with people they knew or didn’t know!

The eyes of the Inter fans widened in disbelief.

There was an instant silence in the North Stand.

It was like a cloud that suddenly sank from the sky, covering this blue-black territory.

In the camera, Sneijder, Sanchez and Cesar all stroked their hair back fiercely with their hands, and looked up at the sky, the feeling of the god king was beyond words...

The AC Milan players were celebrating wildly.

[Brazilian Golden Boy] Pato jumped high and jumped onto Beckham's back. Abbiati rushed out of the unrestrained penalty area with his fists clenched. Cassano, Papasta Thorop and Ambrosini on the bench rushed out cheering...

Allegri is also crazy!

He spun on the spot, danced a crazy inexplicable dance, and leaped up, almost trying to get rid of gravity and throw himself from the earth into space...

The narrators are still screaming hysterically——

"David Beckham--!!!"

"A goal worth tens of thousands of dollars saved the [Rosoneros] in distress..."

"Saving goal! He is the red and black hero of the night!"

"After a year, we finally saw the former World Player of the Year at his peak. Some people said that David came to San Siro just for retirement. His condition has declined too much. The era of Real Madrid and the era of the England national team in the European Cup in 2008 are no longer the same. But what I want to say is that with this goal alone, AC Milan won back all the investment in Beckham!"

"Madman Li's proudest and best friend, defeated him!"

"Lore——!"

"2:2——!!! It's back to a tie! AC Milan really did it, with less than 3 minutes left, the final outcome of the game is basically like this..."

……

Moggi stood up suddenly when Beckham sent the football away.

And after seeing the football hit the net, he, who was mature and prudent, couldn't help but waved his fists and cheered in a low voice. This scene surprised the two bodyguards behind him. After being beside [the archbishop in red outside the football field] for so long, Moggie has always given them the feeling that the city is unfathomable, his emotions and anger are invisible, like a ghost hidden in the dark, so excited and hard to control. This is the first time... The goal that stumped Beckham is really so important?

Moji didn't notice the surprised expressions on his men's faces.

He was busy doing another thing - lip-synching, whispering to Madman Li in front of the command seat in the distance, "Young man, it looks like you won't be able to win today..."

……

Li Tongfan saw Moji's provocation.

But just like the second time, Lao Li looked at the back of the old mouth that was constantly opening and closing in the distance, and then let out a loud fart without hesitation in which direction...

"It's actually...David scored a goal!"

Li Tongfan was filled with emotions at this moment. Lao Li knew the situation of Beckham in AC Milan this year. Since ancient times, a beauty is like a good general, and the world is not allowed to grow old. You are as magnificent as Pele, as talented as Maradona, and as arrogant as Ronaldo, but one day you will be deprived of the lead by the ruthless knife of time, wash away the prosperity, and disappear in the attention of the world.

So is Beckham!

Time flies like a white horse, and it is fleeting. From the blond boy at Old Trafford to the San Siro bench spectator, at the age of 36, the time he stays on the green field can already be counted down in days!

Youth is fleeting, heroes will grow old!

Is this goal a gift from God to an aging superstar?

I don't know if it's a flashback, but Li Tongfan thinks that this ground-breaking goal is definitely the most exciting one since David Beckham became a professional football player in the past 20 years, and it is definitely the pinnacle of the heartthrob's career!

Li Tongfan looked over the crowd and cheers, and landed on Beckham.

And as if there was a feeling, Beckham, who was celebrating with his teammates, turned his head and saw the eyes of the man in black on the sidelines. He left his teammates and walked slowly towards the sidelines...

"The AC Milan players are celebrating like crazy!"

"Beckham ran to the sidelines... oh oh oh, is he going to give a hug to the coach Allegri who let him play? The red and black coaches opened their arms, waiting for the team's hero to return. After the game, Allegri's substitution will definitely be praised..."

"what--???"

"Did Beckham run in the wrong direction? He ran towards Inter Milan's coaching bench..."

"Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! And And And And Androm!" AC Milan's goal scorer embraced Inter Milan's coach Crazy Li... This... This is a touching scene. It reminds me of the scene where Materazzi and Rui Costa embraced and watched the fireworks.

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……

"Boss, you won't break up with me, will you?"

Beckham has short hair, and the hair on the sideburns hangs wetly around his ears. His face has become a bit vicissitudes. The smile under the light, the middle-aged man who was a vigorous blond boy in the past has now become a mature and stable middle-aged man.

In such a game, it might be a bit cruel for him to personally smash the boss's upcoming victory, but this is football. From a personal point of view, Beckham feels ashamed of Lao Li. The man in his arms has done so much for him, but he can't find a suitable way to pay back...

Li Tongfan smiled.

"David, will you forgive me?"

"kindness?"

"Because your goal will not bring victory to AC Milan... No one can take the victory away from me. As long as I don't give it, no one can get it!" Li Tongfan said with a smile, but his expression was full of seriousness, and he was definitely not joking.

Beckham was slightly taken aback, but immediately relieved.

That's right, who else knows the man in front of him better than him, and what miracles can't be created by the man in front of him?I was happy too early, Allegri was too early, AC Milan was happy too early, everyone was happy too early, as long as there is one second left in the game, [God on the sidelines of the football field] can change his fate against the sky, turn the tide, and create a miracle, not to mention that there are still 180 seconds left before the end of the game?

At this moment, Beckham didn't know why, but suddenly felt relieved.

"After this season, I decided to retire!"

This time it was Lao Li's turn to be dazed: "Retire? So soon... Well, it's okay, do you have any plans after retiring? Go to make blockbuster movies with the Americans? Or travel around the world with Victoria?"

"For now... no plans yet!"

"Maybe you can continue to appear in the game - as long as you change your identity..." Li Tongfan pointed to himself and said with a smile: "It's also very interesting to be a head coach like me!"

"I don't have the ability to win undefeated..." Beckham said with regret, "Also, I have to prove myself all over again!"

"If you are really interested, you can come to me." Li Tongfan laughed loudly: "Do you need me to leave you a business card? Haha!"

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force--! ! !

The whistle sounded and the game restarted.

The upsurge of cheers from the AC Milan fans in the stands has not completely dissipated. The members of the Nerazzurri group, who have not given up hope in their hearts, stood up, raised their heads above their heads, and the blue and black scarves formed a magnificent wave. They began to sing songs in Italian——

"There is only one madman Li in the world, you are our madman, bring us victory - you are full of courage, bring us victory, you are fearless, crush all enemies... Go forward, Inter Milan! Go forward, our madman!! Go forward, Victory from China!!!"

It's Song of Madman Lee!

Just changed the name of some of these clubs to 'Inter Milan'!

The singing seems to have a strange magic power, inspiring!

"...Inter Milan, which has suffered a major blow, has not given up hope yet!"

"The fans didn't choose to sing the Nerazzurri anthem at this time. More than 40000 people chanted the name of the head coach Crazy Li. Will there be a miracle?"

As the situation of the game suddenly overturned, some neutral fans who had sympathized with AC Milan gradually turned their emotional balance towards Inter Milan. It is human nature to sympathize with the weak.

And the fierce fighting was staged crazily under the increasingly dark night sky.

"...Long shot—!! Sneijder, what a pity, it's just a little bit short!"

"Sanchez...passed one...two...three...shot!! Abbiati made a godlike save, he lifted the football out of the baseline..."

"Inter's comeback... Bale... Sneijder... Gigi... Eto'o... Dazzling cooperation... Sanchez shot from a distance, what a pity what a pity what a pity! Crooked!"

"Crazy Li stood on the sidelines, gesturing for the disciples to attack with all their might!"

"There are still 2 minutes, the game is about to end, AC Milan is fully defending..."

"Here we go again... Bell Bell Bell Bell --!! Beautiful, passed 3 people in a row, cut across the middle, Eto'o and Gigila opened up the space...Forcibly broke through...Go in!!! One-handed...Shoot-!!! Abbiati--!! God descended, he swooped sideways, saved AC Milan with his fingertips, San Abbiati--!!!!"

force--! !

Inter Milan wins a corner.

The referee Chris Villa has already started to look at his watch. At this time, there are less than 50 seconds before the end of the game... This is the last chance of the Nerazzurri.

"Hey boy, you're screwed!"

In the penalty area, Zlatan Ibrahimovic resisted Ranocchia, [Swedish Scorpion] still can't forget that Ranocchia destroyed his own shots in a row, otherwise he will be the superhero and super master of this game, enjoying the cheers and praises of the whole world, where it will be the turn of the old Beckham, whose teeth are about to fall out, to show the limelight.

Ibrahimovic smiled contemptuously: "I scored a goal, ahaha, the championship is mine, all your efforts have only proved one thing - you are just a joke like Madman Lee!"

The hot air from Ibrahimovic's mouth sprayed on Ranocchia's face.

He wants to use this method to interfere with the opponent's offensive.

Ranocchia's eyes were spitting fire, wishing to stuff the ungrateful Swede back into his fucking ass...but...there were more important things to do.

Welsh king Gareth Bale goes to the corner to serve.

The referee's whistle sounded.

The whole world was shocked.

Will there be a miracle?

Will there be a Mad Lee-style miracle?

force--! !

The whistle sounded.

boom--! !

Football sent out.

The curved white arc attracts the eyes of fans all over the world, and flies slowly and quickly to the penalty area of ​​AC Milan.

Countless people are scrambling to jump up.

Whoever wins the first point will send a tragedy to the opponent.

The football starts to fall...

Nodding in front of the head, he touched the football.

"Sneijder scrambled to the first point... But he didn't make any effort, the football flew to the back point..."

"Silva... didn't hit the top... and fell off the top. Sneijder's movements interfered with him!"

"Later point-!! Zlatan Ibrahimovic jumped high, shook his head to make a clearance... oh my God, someone flew from behind like an angry lion... this goal... went in!!"

"...GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! It's... Ranocchia!! The young central defender overwhelmed the [Swedish Scorpion] and scored. It's too domineering. It's like a god descending from the world, and Zlatan Ibrahimovic was hit and flew across the lawn!"

The narrators went crazy.

And on the court——

"Who the fuck is the joke? Who the fuck is the joke? Ah, who the fuck is the joke? Say, who the fuck is the joke? Ahhhhhh? Sayhh"

Someone didn't have time to celebrate, and immediately looked down and roared.

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