Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kung Fu

In the Huaxia Sports Studio, Duan Xuan and Xu Yang both slapped the table!

The two were amazed by this goal!

In particular, former professional player Xu Yang blew Lukaku into the sky.

"We saw that after Romelu Lukaku scored the goal, his expression was very calm, and his face was even indifferent!"

"He just glanced at the ball in the goal, didn't celebrate much, turned around and walked back, it seems that this goal is just a simple thing for him, there is nothing to celebrate!"

"But from a professional point of view, I can responsibly tell you that this goal, on the surface, was an accident, the path changed several times, elusive, but it was Lukaku's forward attributes that put him in the best position!"

"That's right," Duan Xuan also nodded frequently, and said excitedly: "This is the trait of a forbidden area killer, always appearing at the most reasonable time and in the most reasonable position!"

"Small forbidden area killers like Inzaghi and Van Nistelrooy all have such assassin attributes, and today's Lukaku is no exception!"

"That's talent, some players, as soon as they stand in the box, the ball will automatically suck up, they are born to score!"

......

Romelu Lukaku was surrounded by team-mates pouring in from all directions.

"Pretty, I know it's you again!"

"Born killer, love you buddy!"

"Kill Cagliari, enter another one!"

"Haha, fox of the forbidden area!"

Lukaku was surrounded by his teammates, frozen in place, not yet figuring out what was going on.

How did you score a goal yourself?

When did you get in?

Until the big screen of the stadium, the picture of Romelu Lukaku's goal began to be played.

After Lukaku watched Ye Chen shoot, the football went through several twists and turns, and finally crashed into his brain door and bounced into the goal!

His eyes widened.

"Beautiful!"

Lukaku came to his senses and let out a loud roar, his face surging with a beard.

"Nice assist, Ye!"

He turned at Ye Chen and made a shooting motion with a grim face.

"Perfect catch-up, Romelu Lukaku!"

Ye Chen was so excited that he shot back with the same action.

He looked at his shot, and there were twists and turns.

At the moment when the goalpost turned the football away, Ye Chen also held his head regretfully.

"What a good opportunity, just a little, actually didn't enter, it's a pity..."

But Ye Chen didn't expect that Lukaku actually appeared in a key position.

Accurately judge the path of the ball, do not even need to move, pestle in place, and shoot the ball into the goal!

Helping Inter lead 3-1 away.

This big black buddy, really has two strokes!

Lukaku and Ye Chen celebrate the goal

" cough," Lukaku stepped forward and hugged Ye Chen, "The young man is good, if you have the opportunity, shoot boldly, even if you can't score, I will make up the shot in the best position, well, we are born partners!" On

the sidelines, Conte looked a little anxious.

He signaled the Inter team doctor to hurry up and shouted at the referee:

"Referee, we have someone injured, go take a look!"

Brozovic, lying near the center circle.

After Romelu Lukaku's goal, Brozovic, who was lying on the ground, immediately raised his head when he heard the cheers of the Inter fans accompanying the team.

"Groove, score again!"

He struggled to get up and wanted to run over to celebrate with his teammates.

But before he could step two steps, the huge pain in his waist hit again.

Brozović stumbled and lay on the ground again!

Na England's insidious foul escaped the referee's eyes, but it caused great damage to Brozovic's waist!

The Croatian covered his waist, motionless, squinting and panting.

He didn't seem to be hurt lightly, not like he deliberately didn't get up to put pressure on the referee.

"Where did it hurt, how do you feel about yourself?" The Inter team doctor came with a medical kit and crouched down to observe.

"The waist seems to be broken, hiss..." Brozovic grinned.

After the team doctor's examination, he took out the ice spray in the medical kit and sprayed it towards Brozovic's waist.

"Swish~"

The cold spray burrowed into his waist.

Ice spray is a regular medicine for team doctors, mainly to relieve the pain of team members.

Sometimes, players just get hurt, but it's not a big deal.

Applying a feeling of freezing can suppress the pain, just take it slowly.

But this time, the spray didn't work for Brozovic.

He slowly tried to move his waist, and immediately made a substitution gesture to the team doctor.

"Can't stand it, I can't hold on!"

Inter players gathered around.

They were very concerned about the injuries of the commander of the team.

team doctor was examining Brozovic's injuries

Ye Chen squatted on the ground, "Why is it so serious, are you okay?" "

That beast in Na England, deliberately me," Brozovic's eyes showed a fierce gaze, "Ye, I withdrew first, you talk to a few brothers, you must get it back for Lao Tzu!"

Ye Chen frowned.

He got up and looked at Na Ying, who was not far away.

The former Inter player looked at them with a smug look.

That look seems to say, even if you win in Cagliari, I will not let you go back to Milan happy!

At least sweat a lot!

"Na England did it, big guy give him back!"

Several teammates listened to Ye Chen's words and all stared at Na England.

In his eyes, with a murderous aura!

Brozovic was carried off the pitch on a stretcher, booed by Cagliari fans along the way.

"What are you pretending, aren't you just trying to delay time!"

"Croats, get out of us Italy!"

"Well done Na England, give them a little midfield hardness and see!"

"Their midfield commander is down, there is still time for the game, our chance has come!"

Conte glanced at the bench.

The players on the bench all looked up at Conte.

A look of anticipation met his gaze.

The players knew that Brozovic would definitely not be able to keep going.

Who will it be replaced with? I wish it was myself!

There was only one person, with his head down, not looking at Conte.

Candereva.

The veteran, knowing that he had run into trouble in the last game, had stunned the manager.

Now I don't expect Conte to use him.

If you don't get it right, you have long been banned in Conte's heart, and this season has become a veritable abandonment!

Therefore, Candreva did not bother to look at Conte.

However.

Conte's gaze stayed on Candreva.

The wing veteran of last season has not played since going against Conte in the last game against Roma.

With ten minutes left in the game, Conte decided to give the veteran a chance.

Achieve the effect of Enwei and Grace.

This is the art of using people that Conte has realized as a big manager.

The purpose is to tell him that I need you to help me, but only if you listen to my command!

"Candreva," Conte pointed at him and said coldly, "hurry up and get ready to play!" The

bench's gaze brushed towards Candreva.

Did you hear you right?

Upper Kandereva?

Can this guy still enter Conte's eyes?

Candreva was also shocked.

He couldn't believe his ears and thought he had misheard.

"Are you going to change me?" Candereva looked hesitant and asked Uncle Bei beside him for confirmation.

"It's you, hurry, don't grind!" Uncle Bei smiled and pushed him.

Overjoyed, Candreva took off his yellow substitute vest and walked happily to Conte's side.

"You do this, in the last ten minutes, we try a new way of playing," Conte put his arm around Candreva's shoulders and whispered to him, "Change 343, you play on the right wing, together with Lautaro and Lukaku, form a three-striker!"

"We're going to score them one more goal!"