Football: I carry forward Shaolin Kungfu

After sitting in meditation for about ten seconds, Ye Chen barely suppressed the blood in his body.

The body gradually cools down and the breathing becomes steady.

Ye Chen slowly opened his eyes.

"Ok?"

He looked around, startled!

Six or seven teammates are actually meditating around him!

All of them had grinning expressions on their faces.

Only Varela, who was the closest, pretended to be serious, with his eyes closed and his brows furrowed.

There are even words in his mouth...

Ye Chen's eyes widened.

He looked at his teammates around him for no reason.

Dear teammates, are you learning from me?

Ye Chen scratched his head.

Until the referee ran over and reminded them to return to their own half and continue the game.

Ye Chen and his teammates got up.

"What an ingenious celebration, the next goal, we will continue to practice yoga with you!"

Barrera patted Ye Chen on the head.

"Be creative, let's not form a circle next time, how about we line up?"

Lukaku gave him a thumbs up.

Ye Chen suddenly realized.

It turned out that due to the loss of qi and blood, I had to sit in place to meditate, which is a move to restore yang energy.

Misunderstood by teammates as a yoga move to celebrate a goal!

He couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, as long as you want, let's celebrate with yoga!"

This is also very good, so that I don't have to explain the reason for my abrupt meditation to my teammates.

After all, they won't believe it if they say it...

Away fans begged for the stands.

Su Yue, special reporter of "Sports Weekly", recorded Ye Chen's meditation appearance just now through his live broadcast room, and broadcast it live for netizens to watch.

"Hahaha, Inter Milan's gesture of celebrating a goal is really cool, this is Ye Chen's idea!"

In the live broadcast room, regarding Ye Chen's meditating movements, many netizens were also chattering in the barrage.

[This is the first time I've seen people who sing lullabies together, dance together, row boats together, and meditate together! 】

[Laughing to death, who came up with the celebration?A monk in a stadium is too funny! 】

[It must be what Ye Chen thought, isn't it the only movement that our Huaxia monks have? 】

[I suggest pairing it with a wooden fish, knock it, it will look more harmonious. 】

[Speaking of which, Ye Chen's goal was so crisp, I thought he couldn't reach the ball! 】

[That's right, he didn't dunk the ball well at the beginning, it was too far away from the supporting leg. 】

[But he adjusted well, and his shooting power is still as strong as ever. Just listening to the bang sound is so enjoyable! 】

[This is the cooperation of Ye Chen's Lukaku, sparks sparked between them, this is a good thing! 】

【Next time, it's Ye Chen's turn to reciprocate and feed Lukaku. 】

[I knew Cagliari couldn't hold it!It's only the first half, and the lead is so shrinking, and Inter Milan beat them in the second half! 】

【Ye Chen come on, let's score another goal! 】

Su Yue is going to ask Ye Chen the meaning of this celebration after the game, and then write a report and send it back to China.

Back in the game.

Not long after Ye Chen scored, the first half ended.

The coaches of both sides seemed to be dissatisfied with the results of the first half.

Especially Conte, who turned his head and walked into the locker room.

The Inter Milan players also entered the locker room to rest at one time.

Barrera fell to the bottom of the line.

He looked around, looking around the entire stadium of Cagliari.

Before moving to Inter Milan.

He once played in this stadium for three years, played more than [-] games for the team, and was deeply loved by the fans!

"It's still familiar..." Barrera muttered to himself, recalling the days when he played in a Cagliari jersey.

He couldn't help but stretched out his hands and applauded the fans.

There was a burst of ear-piercing abuse.

"Hey! You traitor on the run for money!"

"What qualifications do you have to applaud us!"

"Get out of Sardinia!"

"You are not welcome in Cagliari!"

Barrera was taken aback.

He looked up.

The place closest to the sidelines of the South Stand,

A group of fans raised their middle fingers at themselves and cursed loudly!

There were quite a few people who gestured for him to open their umbrellas.

Barrera's mind thumped.

He originally thought that his applause would get a friendly response from the Cagliari fans.

After all, during the three years he played in this stadium, he has always been the hardest person among Cagliari fans!

Fans even gave him a nickname: Italian Gladiator.

Why did my face change so quickly as soon as I changed gears!

He ran to the south stand and responded loudly to the fans:

"Guys, I have been here for three years, played more than 100 games for you, scored 10 goals, I am worthy of everyone in Cagliari, this is my home!"

Barrera's response was abused by more fans.

More than [-] fans in the South Stand booed him hugely!

"Go away, you traitor to the team!"

"When we needed you the most, you went to Inter Milan for money!"

"You bastard raised something, and you still have the face to come to the South Stand?"

"Go back to Milan, go back to the north, this is not your home!"

"We will not thank you, traitors are not welcome in Cagliari!"

"Get out of Sardinia, all of you, this is not the place for you!"

Boom!

A pig's head, parabolic at high altitude, crossed the block from the stands and almost hit Barrera's head!

"Stupid pig, get out of Cagliari!"

Barrera saw the pig's head under his feet.

A rush of blood rushed to the forehead!

As a native of Cagliari.

Barrera loves his hometown deeply.

He debuted in Cagliari's youth academy when he was a teenager.

Here, all the way to grow.

The day he was promoted to Cagliari's first team was the happiest moment in his life!

The three years he played for his hometown team.

He is diligent and diligent, dares to fight and fight on the court, and has made great contributions to the team's relegation over the years!

But Cagliari is a small team after all, and Barrera also joined Inter Milan last year.

Indeed, his salary was doubled.

However, he is definitely not leaving his hometown team just for the salary.

Going to Inter Milan, being able to compete for the league title and play in the Champions League, this is the dream of every player!

How did he become a traitor who defected to Cagliari for money?

Barrera can't understand!

If it is said that the Cagliari fans booed him when the players from both sides came on the field, Barrera can bear it.

But the insult of throwing a pig's head, and even the insults that made his family get out of Cagliari, Barrera can't accept it!

His whole family is from Cagliari, why should he leave?

Just because he went to a big Serie A team for his own greater development?

However, last year's transfer also left Cagliari with a huge transfer fee of 4500 million euros!

That's almost two years of operating expenses for this small team!

Facing the [-] extreme fans in the South Stand, Varela shouted:

"I was born in Cagliari. My father and grandfather were both born and raised in Cagliari. It's not up to you extreme fans to criticize me!"

……

Conte is seriously arranging the tactics of the second half with the players.

"What did I tell you? They will only grab the first 15 minutes to start the game. After 15 minutes, they will be out of luck!"

"You, Ye!" Conte pointed at Ye Chen.

"You, Shik!" Conte pointed to Shik.

"You two, take the main responsibility for the first goal conceded!"

"Coach, it's my mistake, I must pay attention!" Ye Chen stood up from his seat, stretched out his hand in greeting, with an apologetic face.

Conte waved to him kindly and motioned to sit down, "Your goal later was very beautiful and can make up for the previous pass error. Well, I don't want to talk about this matter again. We will discuss it after the game."

Conte pulled out the tactical board, and his fingers quickly fluctuated the magnets on it representing the players' positions.

"Cagliari stole a goal from us because they were too fierce in the first 15 minutes, but their physical fitness was also lost a lot. In the second half, we must seize this point to make a fuss, that..."

Conte looked up, as if looking for something.

"Where is Barrera, where is Barrera?"

The team members looked around, "Huh? I don't seem to have seen him."

"I guess I went to the bathroom."

"What are you doing!" Conte was furious. He disliked playing tactics when some players were not present. "There are still 5 minutes until the second half starts. Will he wait for 10 minutes if he takes a piss!

Boom!

The locker room door was kicked open!

Barrera stormed in angrily.

The teammates were stunned, not knowing why he was so angry.

"Damn it," Barrera gritted his teeth, "in the second half, I'm going to kill them!"