Golden Greenery

In the 73rd minute, under the joint pressure of Zhuoyang and Kaká, Mancini did not pass the ball to Totti or De Rossi. In desperation, he could only force a breakthrough from the wing. However, this time, the big brother Cafu did not fight him hard. He kept the distance to prevent you from rushing up and going to the bottom. He just went to the middle by himself.

In the middle, Mancini, who had been leading the ball blindly for a while, still didn't have a good transition line, and Brockie had already stuck up, and he would lose the ball if he didn't handle it.

In desperation, little Mancini remembered that a 'sage' once said: If you don't know where to kick, just kick in the door. So, forty meters away from the door, little Mancini just took a long shot. The direction he was aiming for was roughly the far corner of the goal. As for whether he could score or not, this distance basically depended on metaphysics.

Pirlo, who was three meters in front of Mancini, subconsciously turned around and raised his leg. The football hit his raised heel, decelerating and changing direction into a scimitar lob. Dida watched the shot run toward the far post and then quickly turned back, but he didn't have time to stop this magical lob shot from the upper corner of the near post and quietly entered the net. Romans 2:1.

Sleepy spread his hands to see which wise teammate could explain to him what happened. His teammates looked at him and wanted to ask him why the heels were so unsatisfactory.

This is purely a matter of character. Sleeping with his legs stretched out to block the ball is a proper defensive move. It's just too small. A thousand kicks may not produce the same effect.

Little Mancini was so happy. Although the ball probably didn't count on his head, he still wanted to celebrate. Perhaps he was too proud. He opened his arms and wanted to hug someone without even seeing who it was. Pirlo gritted his front teeth and said to him: "If you dare to hug me, I will beat you to death!"

Little Mancini stuck out his tongue and ran away quickly. Behind him, Pirlo clenched his fists, strode his horse and roared.

"This is unreasonable-!!!"

As the saying goes, misfortunes never come singly.

Only three minutes after the restart, Simic had no choice but to pull down Williamson who was coming in from behind in defense, and received his second yellow card of the game. He already had one when defending Totti in the first half. He was sent off, causing Ancelotti to struggle.

Maldini was the only full-time center back on the bench. Bonera was suspended. Costacurta and Kaladze were not on the roster due to minor injuries. How to adjust after a center back was sent off became a matter of knowledge. If the score is behind, it is difficult to lose firepower on the offensive end. As Roma's offensive gradually increases, the defense must remain intact. Moreover, AC Milan's four defenders are a fixed system. No matter what, the integrity of this basic system must be ensured first.

"Carlo, what adjustment do you want me to convey?" Maldini said to Ancelotti while taking off his coat. Sixty minutes later, everyone on the bench is warming up and everyone can come on at any time in 'Ancelotti time'. But who should Maldini replace?

These guys in the frontcourt are adequate.

If there are further attrition, chasing points will become a luxury in the next less than ten minutes of the game.

"Wait a minute, Paul. I have a bold idea..." Ancelotti said to him nonchalantly: "Tell me, Paul. What will be the serious consequences if you lose this game?"

"It's nothing serious, just an ordinary away league game."

"So, do you want to see something interesting?" Ancelotti rarely has this kind of nervousness that deserves to be beaten.

"What do you mean?"

"Hehe, just watch. Brother Paul, come on, come on, sit down next to me."

In the 79th minute, Ancelotti waved the flag, No. 10 Seedorf came on, and No. 99 Ronaldo came off. Taking advantage of the substitution, An Pang personally walked to the sideline and pointed at No. 18 Zhuoyang.

Zhuoyang retreated to the back line and partnered with Nesta at center back.

The whole world is in an uproar!

Zhuoyang is one of the most outstanding strikers in today's world football and is also recognized as a midfield boss. Ancelotti's sudden appearance is no longer unreasonable, but an act of surrendering to the enemy.

As for Zhuoyang himself..., he was actually mentally prepared because Ancelotti had communicated with him privately a few weeks ago. After all, both Ancelotti and Zhuoyang believe that he has the technical ability and positional ability to play as a defender, and both of them are quite interested in this.

This season, AC Milan's central defender has suffered serious obstacles. The combination of poor form and injuries has made him the biggest laggard among the three lines. It's almost the end of the season, and the defensive situation is still stretched. Ancelotti must find some emergency measures, otherwise the battle may be ruined at a critical moment.

In addition, it belongs to Ancelotti's professional interest. He wants to see how comprehensive Zhuo Yang is.

Zhuoyang didn't go to greet his teammates who were stunned and confused, and walked directly back to the defense line. "Young Master, I have to rely on you to support me."

Nesta laughed so hard that she shrugged: "Chichichichi~ You are really... amazing!"

Zhuo Yang also smiled and high-fived the beauty. "How about leaving Toti to me and taking care of the rest?"

Nesta laughed loudly: "It's not difficult at all."

Zhuoyang looked around again and shouted at the defenders: "Pharaoh, Kasian, Dago, Totti is left to me." The three men also laughed together.

Zhuoyang suddenly turned around and shouted at the frontcourt with enough energy: "Give me that Totti guy!!" His finger pointed straight at Roma No. 10, arrogant and domineering to the extreme.

This lion-like roar could be clearly heard even in the stands, and the entire audience was stunned by his naked provocation. The Roma fans in the stands forgot to boo or curse. No one had ever dared to despise their Caesar like this in this stadium.

Francesco Totti stood in the center circle, his face turning blue and white, and his body shaking slightly, as if he was suffering from malaria. His fists were almost bleeding, and his silver teeth were crunching and cracking. Zhuo Yang's finger was still pointing straight at him, with a strong expression of challenge and teasing on his face.

"Pass that damn football to me." Totti stared at Zhuoyang, his voice bursting instantly. “Did you hear everything—?!”

Loud curses finally came from the stands, and Zhuo Yang also lowered his arms amidst the thunderous barking sound. He turned his head and gave his inner beauty a wink. Nesta closed her eyes as if intoxicated and shook her head gently. "Absolutely awesome!"

Ancelotti was also shaking slightly off the court. He was obviously excited. "How's it going, Paul? Did Zhuo Yang get into the role quickly? Is he very smart?"

Maldini was a little dazed. He couldn't believe what he saw. "This kid, why...he is so scheming, he...is simply...he...is really suitable for playing as a defender."

AC Milan is still behind with one player on the field, and its adventurous attack is likely to be crippled by Roma's world-class switching of positions in the midfield and frontcourt. They can only force Roma to concentrate all the balls on Totti, forcing Totti to play alone with himself. duel.

This is AC Milan's only chance.