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Chapter 152
Candereva's excited reaction was completely unexpected by Conte!His
pupils shrank violently, and a terrifying expression appeared on his face.
In his more than ten years of coaching career, he has encountered many team thorns.
Some of these quarreled with him on the training ground about the penalty of a ball; some did not speak on the surface, but secretly shouted at the media and scolded Conte; and some did not contribute on the field and deliberately put it on the ground.
However, refusing to come off the bench is the first time he has encountered it,
which is tantamount to blatantly violating the manager's tactical deployment and openly contradicting him.
"Candereva, you say it again?" Conte's hands clenched into fists and lifted, trembling slightly.
"I said change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen!"
Candereva, afraid that Conte would not hear, shouted three times, one louder than the other!
The Bologna spectators behind the bench heard it, and they stretched their heads curiously towards Conte to see what was happening on the Inter bench.
"It
seems that Conte and Candreva are arguing.
"Hahahaha, they are behind, naturally they are not happy, let's start internal strife!" Conte
was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, he pushed Ye Chen away and yelled at Candreva:
"Ye Chen must rest and prepare for the Champions League in midweek!"
Candreva sneered, pointed to the timing card on the big screen of the stadium, pointed to the 87:23 timepiece, too lazy to talk to Conte, that means, time is running out, you look at it.
"Candreva, play!" Assistant coach Stellini came over to ease the situation.
But the two still ignored no one.
The other teammates on the bench finally couldn't hold back.
Barrera, Bastoni, Eriksen, Deflé, Romelu Lukaku, Lautaro, these main players who sat on the bench for almost the entire game, surrounded Conte.
"Mr. Conte, time is running out, please let Ye Chen play!" "Ye Chen
can score, he can score, we need to score
!" "It's been 87 minutes, what are you waiting for?"
"Wait any longer, our Serie A champion will fly!" The
players looked extremely angry, and even attracted the players who were playing on the field, and their eyes couldn't help but glance here.
A pitch photographer, carrying a camera closer, is shooting at Inter's bench.
In the broadcast footage, pictures of the players arguing with Conte appeared.
"Did something happen, how did you form a circle?" said Zhang Lu curiously.
Conte seems to be arguing with the players on the bench," Duan Xuan's eyes widened, "The players seem to be angry, as if they are asking Conte for explanations." Assistant
coach Stallini's eyes were sharp and he saw the picture on the big screen on the pitch.
He quickly rushed to Conti, dragged him out of the pile, pointed to the big screen of the stadium, looked nervous
, lowered his voice and said: "Boss, it's all on the live camera, hurry up and change Ye Chen, otherwise things will make a big deal!" Conte
touched his chin unwillingly, gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, then change Ye Chen, anyway, it's only a few minutes, Ye Chen can turn the situation around?" These fools, put a good Champions League is not prepared, a Serie A champion is so valuable, Lao Tzu has taken 3!"
In the 89th minute of the game, Ye Chen finally came on.
Moses, who was replaced, ran all the way to Ye Chen's side and slapped him on the shoulder heavily, "Come on, look at you brother!"
It can be seen that the players on the field are also very similar to winning, but the temporary lineup is really weak.
As soon as Ye Chen came on the field, he didn't run a few steps, and the fourth official under the field raised the stoppage time sign.
4 minutes of stoppage time.
"Ye Chen is too late, the time left for him is only 4 minutes
!" "Yes, the feet are not running hot, the game is about to end
!" "Conte is sick, why did he go early, he can score at this time, this is sincerely to kill Inter!" "
I have long said that Conte is an undercover agent sent by Juve, now you believe it!"
Stop arguing, see if Ye Chen can create a miracle, at least equalize, and can't let Bologna take away three points just like that. "
Ye Chen, come on, score a goal!" Ye
Chen's appearance instantly ignited the enthusiasm of netizens in the live broadcast room, and they all played barrages on their mobile phones, venting their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and cheering for Ye Chen at the same time.
The players on the field, because of Ye Chen's appearance, instantly increased their confidence! Ye Chen's
first touch changed the situation on the field.
Amego faced the bag of the Bologna midfielder, cursed a dirty word when his body was out of balance, and barely poked the ball at Ye Chen's feet.
Ye Chen did not stop the ball, directly used the outside instep to push
to Sanchez, who was swimming to the right wing! On Sanchez's side, the situation suddenly became cheerful!
The Chilean is older, and his explosiveness and shooting skills have dropped a lot.
But after all, it is an old player who has won the championship at Barca, and his sense of movement is still outstanding, and the foundation of receiving and doing the ball is still there.
Sanchez took the ball on the right and dribbled it to the ribs of the box!
Bologna's players, after attacking the whole game, have reached the limit of their physical strength.
The cooperation of Ye Chen and Sanchez changed the rhythm abruptly, catching them off guard.
A few defenders, chasing back, approached Sanchez as if blocking him outside the box.
Towards the end of the game, Sanchez suddenly came with power!
He made a Marseille slalom past the first defender.
"Block him!" the second defender rushed over.
Sanchez was unusually calm, and he made a move that no one expected.
A cow's tail passed and wore the crotch of a defender!
"Ye Chen!" Sanchez passed to the penalty spot.
Ye Chen ran all the way from the right to the middle, and he rushed the horse to arrive, the human ball touched, a violent shot, bang!
Break the goal
!" "In
and in!" "Inter scored!"
Duan Xuan shot up, shouting N in
! Zhang Lu, who had been holding back for a night, finally smiled, supported his hands on the commentary chair, and sat up straight.
"It's not easy, Inter's normal fourth shot finally hit the goal range, and equalized the score
!" "Score, it depends on Ye Chen!"
He secretly scolded Conte in his heart for being a waste.
If Ye Chen had been twenty minutes earlier, maybe Ye Chen would have been able to lead Inter to turn over!
Unfortunately, now the game has reached 91 and a half minutes, and there are still two and a half minutes to finish, leaving too little time for Ye Chen.
Inter's youngster Esposito was extremely excited, he finally competed with Ye Chen and saw his goal.
"Well done
, Ye Chen!" Esposito wanted to find Ye Chen to celebrate, but was pushed away by Ye Chen!
"What to celebrate, quickly pick up the ball, hurry up!" Ye Chen anxiously pointed to the ball in the goal and shouted towards Esposito.
Esposito was stunned for a second, then at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, he took the ball out of Bologna's goal and ran to the center circle to put it away.
While running back, Ye Chen shouted to his teammates on the left and right:
"Quick, go back to our half, let Bologna kick off, brothers, there is still time, hurry!"
pupils shrank violently, and a terrifying expression appeared on his face.
In his more than ten years of coaching career, he has encountered many team thorns.
Some of these quarreled with him on the training ground about the penalty of a ball; some did not speak on the surface, but secretly shouted at the media and scolded Conte; and some did not contribute on the field and deliberately put it on the ground.
However, refusing to come off the bench is the first time he has encountered it,
which is tantamount to blatantly violating the manager's tactical deployment and openly contradicting him.
"Candereva, you say it again?" Conte's hands clenched into fists and lifted, trembling slightly.
"I said change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen! Change Ye Chen!"
Candereva, afraid that Conte would not hear, shouted three times, one louder than the other!
The Bologna spectators behind the bench heard it, and they stretched their heads curiously towards Conte to see what was happening on the Inter bench.
"It
seems that Conte and Candreva are arguing.
"Hahahaha, they are behind, naturally they are not happy, let's start internal strife!" Conte
was so angry that the top of his head was smoking, he pushed Ye Chen away and yelled at Candreva:
"Ye Chen must rest and prepare for the Champions League in midweek!"
Candreva sneered, pointed to the timing card on the big screen of the stadium, pointed to the 87:23 timepiece, too lazy to talk to Conte, that means, time is running out, you look at it.
"Candreva, play!" Assistant coach Stellini came over to ease the situation.
But the two still ignored no one.
The other teammates on the bench finally couldn't hold back.
Barrera, Bastoni, Eriksen, Deflé, Romelu Lukaku, Lautaro, these main players who sat on the bench for almost the entire game, surrounded Conte.
"Mr. Conte, time is running out, please let Ye Chen play!" "Ye Chen
can score, he can score, we need to score
!" "It's been 87 minutes, what are you waiting for?"
"Wait any longer, our Serie A champion will fly!" The
players looked extremely angry, and even attracted the players who were playing on the field, and their eyes couldn't help but glance here.
A pitch photographer, carrying a camera closer, is shooting at Inter's bench.
In the broadcast footage, pictures of the players arguing with Conte appeared.
"Did something happen, how did you form a circle?" said Zhang Lu curiously.
Conte seems to be arguing with the players on the bench," Duan Xuan's eyes widened, "The players seem to be angry, as if they are asking Conte for explanations." Assistant
coach Stallini's eyes were sharp and he saw the picture on the big screen on the pitch.
He quickly rushed to Conti, dragged him out of the pile, pointed to the big screen of the stadium, looked nervous
, lowered his voice and said: "Boss, it's all on the live camera, hurry up and change Ye Chen, otherwise things will make a big deal!" Conte
touched his chin unwillingly, gritted his teeth and said:
"Okay, then change Ye Chen, anyway, it's only a few minutes, Ye Chen can turn the situation around?" These fools, put a good Champions League is not prepared, a Serie A champion is so valuable, Lao Tzu has taken 3!"
In the 89th minute of the game, Ye Chen finally came on.
Moses, who was replaced, ran all the way to Ye Chen's side and slapped him on the shoulder heavily, "Come on, look at you brother!"
It can be seen that the players on the field are also very similar to winning, but the temporary lineup is really weak.
As soon as Ye Chen came on the field, he didn't run a few steps, and the fourth official under the field raised the stoppage time sign.
4 minutes of stoppage time.
"Ye Chen is too late, the time left for him is only 4 minutes
!" "Yes, the feet are not running hot, the game is about to end
!" "Conte is sick, why did he go early, he can score at this time, this is sincerely to kill Inter!" "
I have long said that Conte is an undercover agent sent by Juve, now you believe it!"
Stop arguing, see if Ye Chen can create a miracle, at least equalize, and can't let Bologna take away three points just like that. "
Ye Chen, come on, score a goal!" Ye
Chen's appearance instantly ignited the enthusiasm of netizens in the live broadcast room, and they all played barrages on their mobile phones, venting their dissatisfaction in their hearts, and cheering for Ye Chen at the same time.
The players on the field, because of Ye Chen's appearance, instantly increased their confidence! Ye Chen's
first touch changed the situation on the field.
Amego faced the bag of the Bologna midfielder, cursed a dirty word when his body was out of balance, and barely poked the ball at Ye Chen's feet.
Ye Chen did not stop the ball, directly used the outside instep to push
to Sanchez, who was swimming to the right wing! On Sanchez's side, the situation suddenly became cheerful!
The Chilean is older, and his explosiveness and shooting skills have dropped a lot.
But after all, it is an old player who has won the championship at Barca, and his sense of movement is still outstanding, and the foundation of receiving and doing the ball is still there.
Sanchez took the ball on the right and dribbled it to the ribs of the box!
Bologna's players, after attacking the whole game, have reached the limit of their physical strength.
The cooperation of Ye Chen and Sanchez changed the rhythm abruptly, catching them off guard.
A few defenders, chasing back, approached Sanchez as if blocking him outside the box.
Towards the end of the game, Sanchez suddenly came with power!
He made a Marseille slalom past the first defender.
"Block him!" the second defender rushed over.
Sanchez was unusually calm, and he made a move that no one expected.
A cow's tail passed and wore the crotch of a defender!
"Ye Chen!" Sanchez passed to the penalty spot.
Ye Chen ran all the way from the right to the middle, and he rushed the horse to arrive, the human ball touched, a violent shot, bang!
Break the goal
!" "In
and in!" "Inter scored!"
Duan Xuan shot up, shouting N in
! Zhang Lu, who had been holding back for a night, finally smiled, supported his hands on the commentary chair, and sat up straight.
"It's not easy, Inter's normal fourth shot finally hit the goal range, and equalized the score
!" "Score, it depends on Ye Chen!"
He secretly scolded Conte in his heart for being a waste.
If Ye Chen had been twenty minutes earlier, maybe Ye Chen would have been able to lead Inter to turn over!
Unfortunately, now the game has reached 91 and a half minutes, and there are still two and a half minutes to finish, leaving too little time for Ye Chen.
Inter's youngster Esposito was extremely excited, he finally competed with Ye Chen and saw his goal.
"Well done
, Ye Chen!" Esposito wanted to find Ye Chen to celebrate, but was pushed away by Ye Chen!
"What to celebrate, quickly pick up the ball, hurry up!" Ye Chen anxiously pointed to the ball in the goal and shouted towards Esposito.
Esposito was stunned for a second, then at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, he took the ball out of Bologna's goal and ran to the center circle to put it away.
While running back, Ye Chen shouted to his teammates on the left and right:
"Quick, go back to our half, let Bologna kick off, brothers, there is still time, hurry!"
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