Golden Greenery

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He is a handsome young man who likes to run on the court, a prodigal who likes to play with flowers and butterflies, and a unique football poet. Even with his good brother Zhuo Yang, the only art doctoral student in football, he is still the most famous artistic young man in football.

He is Ricardo Montolivo, everyone calls him: Second Brother, Meng Er, Literary Meng. Or, just call him - two!

In fact, Montolivo is not that different. It can also be said that most of the time, he is not so different. Among the Six Musketeers, he is not as good as Scar. In terms of age, he is only the second to last among the Six Musketeers.

At a time when the local stars in Italian football are increasingly decadent, the old monsters are calling their curtains one after another, and the rising stars are generally difficult to achieve. Meng Er rose up at the right time to take over the Apennine flag, and what he raised was not a big flag.

The second brother is firmly at the top of the new generation of love saints. Compared with him, Borriello and Amauri are just like dull otakus who follow the rules. Even the old love saint Inzaghi now looks at the second brother with a smile. Somewhat admired.

Totti and his Roma are the wealthy locals, and only the three northern powers are the eternal faces of Apennines. Meng Er Ge, Pirlo, Buffon, these are the only figures in Italian football today who can compete with the heroes in international football.

Pirlo has returned to stability after his failure. He no longer attacks the world with surprises, but is like a pot of old wine, making people intoxicated. Buffon, he is the goalkeeper. Only Meng Er is the fiery roaring monster, and only Montolivo is the demonic Apennine soul.

The older generation of Italian stars all have distinguished status, such as Maldini and Baresi. Any coach must respect their opinions and even look at their faces. The new generation of Apennine footballers lacks this confidence. Not only on the court, but also in terms of social status, they cannot compare with their predecessors.

Brother Meng also took over this banner of identity.

He is the only person in the Inter Milan team who dares not to give Mourinho a good face. He is as arrogant as Mourinho, but now he dare not use him. When Mourinho talks to his second brother, he will try to keep his tone gentle, but the second brother can keep a straight face and only snort when he wants to.

Originally the two most difficult people to train in the Inter Milan team, World Cup hero Materazzi obediently became a substitute. In Mourinho's words: The former general was willing to be a soldier. The unruly Eto'o dared to fall out with Guardiola, but he was euphemistically called a winger under Mourinho. In fact, he did the blue-collar drudgery of an assistant full-back without any complaints.

Only Montolivo ignored Mourinho and was very impatient when facing him. Mourinho even felt that he was fawning over Meng Er.

Both are super smart people who see through the essence of things.

Second Brother: I can fully understand your tactical arrangements. You just need to tell me what tactical intentions you want to achieve. Don't bother me with the rest. I don't have time.

Mourinho: As long as you can bring me victory and championships, you can be a master if you want. I don't need you to be respectful, because championship is the highest dignity.

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Mourinho's restricted flow tactics were even more terrifying than half a year ago because he further retreated his formation and completely surrendered possession of the ball when facing Barcelona. The entire formation was compressed into a 40-meter half-court area. joint.

Such a small area,

Can fully utilize Mourinho's restriction theory. Barcelona felt that what they were facing was not a bus at all, but an intertwined city wall with sharp spurs hanging on the wall.

Everyone can do such a compressed formation, but they can't do it as well as Mourinho. This kind of anti-football and anti-possession play is not uncommon, but no one can solve the offensive problem. Only Mourinho can do it. Because he has Montolivo under him.

The resurgent Meng Er is the key to Mourinho, making up for the only and biggest flaw in his tactics. Meng Er, who does not like Mourinho, is his trump card.

In the 16th minute, Meng Er sent a through ball between Keita and Busquets. After receiving the ball, Eto'o changed direction outside the penalty area and deflected Pique's shot. Valdes suddenly looked like a frightened bird. Flying up, he narrowly missed the football with one palm.

In the 18th minute, Brother Meng took the opportunity to sneak up on Xavi in ​​the backcourt and succeeded. After stealing the ball, he sprinted all the way. Barcelona had no one who could keep up with him. The entire defense line was in chaos, but the cake that the second brother brought to his mouth was shot through the sliding door 6 meters in front of the goal by Milito.

Mourinho was so angry that he wanted to curse on the spot, and Meazza collectively beat his chest and feet.

In the first 20 minutes, Barcelona had nearly 80% of the ball possession rate, but the threat they created was far less than that of the seemingly passive Inter Milan. Every time the ball suddenly appeared from their frontcourt, the Barcelona people were frightened.

Fortunately, Barcelona still has Zhuoyang and Messi.

In the 22nd minute, Xavi's through ball had no effect, because all attackers were effectively restricted and separated by Inter Milan, and no one could smoothly penetrate the ball path he intended. Lucio easily stopped the ball in the penalty area. At this time, Ibrahimovic made the first contribution. He shook his huge body and was very intimidating.

Lucio hurriedly played the ball. Maybe the Meazza venue was still not ideal. The ball he kicked had some flaws and insufficient power. The football flew towards Sneijder outside the penalty area.

The next contributor was Maxwell, the left back. Coffee himself was not good at reaching the ball, but he blocked Sneijder, leaving Busquets with a chance to grab the ball.

Xiao Bu pushed straight along the side, and Zhuo Yang hit the bottom with a slap on the left side, so fast that Mei A's viewing platform had no time to scream.

Zhuoyang's intimidating power is still fresh in the memory of Inter Milan people. This is a big killer that must be strictly guarded even if there are mistakes in other places. So, as they wished, an opportunity appeared with Messi in the middle.

Zhuoyang made an inverted triangle pass from the intersection of the penalty area line and the bottom line. Messi met the ball behind the penalty spot and pushed with his left foot, hitting the opposite direction of Cesar's movement. The football safely ran into the lower right corner of the goal.

1:0, this is a good start for Barcelona and a heavy blow to Inter Milan.

For Messi, he finally broke through Mourinho's door. There is no more taboo in the world for him.

For Zhuoyang, this goal is the beginning of the story.

The Barcelona people's celebration took Inter Milan three minutes. In fact, Barcelona came to Milan with a winning mentality, and this goal seemed to be just a logical procedure.

Victory is unquestionable, and so is the championship.

Mourinho did not get angry or criticize his players for their mistakes. Brother Meng did not lose heart. He still held his head high and talked to his teammates, asking them to continue the previous tactics and not to relax or be discouraged.

The Barcelona fans who came from the Meah viewing platform were cheering, and the group of fans wearing AC Milan jerseys next to them were also cheering.

Messi and Ibrahimovic returned to the center circle. Zhuo Yang pressed the center line on their left side and waited quietly. The referee, Portuguese Ben Cuelenka, had a whistle in his mouth.

At this moment, a huge banner suddenly appeared in the stands.

——Zhuoyang, you are a despicable traitor!