Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

After the game, it completely entered the rhythm of Inter Milan.

Although counting stoppage time, the game still has about 23 or 24 minutes.

But the Roma team was completely out of breath.

They were completely convinced by Ye Chen's shocking long shot.

Although Inter Milan took the initiative to recover the defense again after leading by two goals.

However, the Roma players only back and forth in the midfield, and occasionally attacked Inter Milan's hinterland, but were also aggressively pressed and tackled by Brozovic and Skriniar, destroying the offense.

Frequently returned without success.

No matter how anxious Roma coach Paul Fonseca was on the sidelines, he called on the players to press on.

The players in Rome have long been absent-minded.

Just want to end the game early.

Fonseca watched the players' fighting spirit falling off a cliff, and shook his head helplessly.

He gave up commanding from the sidelines, walked back to the bench and sat down.

As the head coach, Fonseca lost control of the game.

In terms of on-the-spot scheduling, there is still a big gap between Fonseca and Conte.

The referee blows the whistle, and the game is over!

The fans of the whole bank stood up and applauded, and the roar of the tide resounded through Meazza.

In the first round of the 2019-2020 Italian Serie A, Inter Milan was at home. With the goals of two frontcourt players, Lukaku and Ye Chen, they beat their rivals Roma and won their first victory!

Players from both sides shook hands and hugged each other.

Although it is only a courtesy expression.

But it is also an indispensable post-match link in football matches.

Ye Chen waved to the fans.

He was so excited at the moment that his raised hand was trembling uncontrollably.

After being terminated by Manchester United U17, Dao signed with the Inter Milan youth team.

From accidentally entering the first team squad, to an accidental appearance.

Finally scored a wonderful long-range goal!

All of this came too suddenly and progressed too quickly.

So much so that Ye Chen was not yet mentally prepared.

"What an unforgettable night..." Ye Chen said silently in his heart.

Roma's top scorer last season, Dzeko came over.

"Ye, hello, I'm Dzeko."

With a smile on his face, Dzeko held out his hand to Ye Chen.

Facing the star who could only be seen on TV in the past, Ye Chen took the initiative to greet himself, and Ye Chen also held Dzeko's hand.

"Hello, Dzeko!"

This tall center with a height of 192 is a head taller than Ye Chen.

During the previous competition, he bumped into Ye Chen a few times.

But at this moment, his tone of voice seemed very harmonious.

"Ye, how old are you this year? It should be the first time I saw you in Serie A." Dzeko and Ye Chen exchanged pleasantries on the court.

"I just turned 17 and this is my first Serie A game."

"17 years old?" Dzeko looked surprised.

Pointing at Ye Chen, he turned his head and said to the Roman captain Florenzi who passed by, "This kid said he was only 17 years old! What a genius."

Florenzi felt uncomfortable after losing the game, but he also stopped when he heard that Ye Chen was only 17 years old.

"It seems that Inter Milan's youth training is developing well." He stepped forward and patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, "Young man, if there is no accident, we will often meet in Serie A in the future. At that time, I will focus on marking You, you have to be careful!"

Florenzi stuck out her tongue and left.

Ye Chen smiled and said, "We are looking forward to our meeting in the second half of the league."

Dzeko pointed to Ye Chen's jersey and then to his own.

"Ye, how about we exchange jerseys?"

After a football game, even the opponent, the star player on the field, will be asked for a jersey by someone from the other team.

It's a memorial way of paying homage.

Ye Chen, who played in Serie A for the first time, is obviously not a star.

But Dzeko, a world-class star, took the initiative to ask to exchange jerseys.

Ye Chen's performance on the court conquered Dzeko!

"No problem, nice to meet you, Dzeko!"

Ye Chen and Dzeko both took off their jerseys and exchanged them.

"Good luck, young man, I hope you don't score when we play against each other at the Stadio Olimpico in Rome in the second half of the league!"

Dzeko has an Eastern European and direct personality, smiling and hugging Yechen goodbye.

Ye Chen got Dzeko's jersey, and he was very happy.

He is familiar with the striker.

As early as ten years ago, in 2009, the season when Wolfsburg won the Bundesliga championship, Ye Chen knew this tall forward.

That season, Dzeko scored 26 goals in the Bundesliga and was the team's number one contributor to winning the Bundesliga.

I didn't expect to see him in Serie A again in the twilight of his career.

Unexpectedly, although this guy looks tall and mighty, his words are quite gentle.

Ye Chen looked at Dzeko's jersey in his hand, wondering if he needed to find a place to hang it up when he got home.

"Ye, where are you going?"

Inter Milan captain and goalkeeper Handanovic called to stop him.

"What's wrong?" Ye Chen stopped.

"Come to accept the post-match interview. Sky Sports will call you by name. Go ahead and show your face in front of the national audience." Handa smiled and pointed to the side of the court, a blue interview area with display boards in the future.

A blond female anchor wearing a short skirt with hips, stood in the advertising area of ​​the exhibition board and waved to Ye Chen.

"Ah, interview, what am I talking about, haven't you experienced it?" Ye Chen asked Handa for help.

"Whatever you want to say, you will get used to it in the future." Handa winked and walked into the player tunnel.

Ye Chen walked towards the blonde nervously.

What to say?

In his mind, he kept recalling the post-match interviews with players he had seen on TV.

It seems to be nothing more than thanking teammates and fans, and then the whole team resolutely implemented the tactics, and we will continue to work hard in the future.

Thinking of this, Ye Chen is not in vain, and has a bottom line in his heart.

"Ye, first of all congratulations, the team won and you scored a goal. It must have been a wonderful night for you. Do you have anything to say?"

The blonde female anchor looked at Ye Chen with a smile and asked him in English.

The hostess still did a little homework, knowing that Ye Chen is from Manchester and should be able to speak English.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chen replied directly in fluent Italian:

"It was indeed a wonderful night. I am excited about my goals. Not everyone can score goals for Inter Milan. Of course, the final thing is that the team wins! And the opponent is a strong Roma team. We ..."

"Wait," the female anchor interrupted Ye Chen.

She blinked her big eyes, her eyes full of surprise.

"So you can speak Italian? You can speak it so well, I really didn't expect it!"

"Where did you learn it? Why don't you have any foreign accent?"

Ye Chen spoke the standard Milan local tune, which shocked the female anchor.

"This, hehe, um..." Ye Chen scratched his head, how should he explain it to her?

Yuanyuan's camera is facing Ye Chen.

This was broadcast live. During prime time at night in Italy, countless Inter Milan fans were watching him.

A valid reason has to be said.

"It's like this," Ye Chen stood upright, with his hands behind his back naturally, "We Chinese people are very talented in language. When I was studying in China, my neighbor was a Milanese. I chatted with him about football when I was free. After about a year, I also became fluent in Milanese Italian."

"I really enjoy learning languages, besides English and Italian, I'm also learning Spanish, French, German, etc."

"There are a lot of foreign players in Italy, and there is no harm in knowing a few more languages."

The hostess looked at the boy in front of her. Not only was he young and handsome, he played football well, but he also had such a high language talent. She couldn't help but praise Ye Chen from the bottom of her heart:

"Wow, awesome!"

"Do you know Ye, many foreign players who have played in Italy for more than ten years, their Italian is not as fluent as you, not to mention, you only learned Italian for a year in China. You Chinese people Are they all as smart as you?"

Ye Chen secretly laughed in his heart.

He looked at the serious look of the female anchor, and he was no longer nervous, and his body relaxed.

"To tell you the truth, among my peers in China, I belong to the category with poor academic performance."

"Really? I don't believe it!" The blonde female anchor shook her head.

"It's true. In our Huaxia country, people with good academic performance and high IQs all go to the college entrance examination to go to university. Only people like me who don't study hard will play professional football."

Ye Chen suddenly felt that what he said was wrong.

Doesn't this mean that you Italians don't like to study?

If you don't study hard, you can only play football!

However, after the female anchor received a message in the headset, she quickly changed the topic.

"Ye, according to our latest news, you broke the 52-year-old record and created a new history for Inter Milan!"

"What history?" Ye Chen's eyes widened.

"You are the youngest player to score a goal in Serie A in Inter Milan's [-]-year history!"

Ye Chen was taken aback, "Ah? Really?"

"That's right, it's true." The female anchor raised her eyebrows and looked at Ye Chen excitedly. "Before you, the youngest player in Serie A in team history was Mario Corso, 17 years and 97 days old."

"It was in the distant 1957, Inter Milan played against Sampdoria in the league, half a century has passed!"

"Tonight, at the age of 17 years and 90 days, you broke this record."

"Congratulations, Ye!"