Zivo looked nervously at the surrounding Udinese fans and wiped the sweat droplets on his forehead.

"

Hehe, he..." In order to hide his nervousness, Ziwo laughed twice, nodded to the people on the left and right, and slowly sat down.

The gaze of these Udinese fans, like a knife, hit Zivo's face, making his face hot!

This is Udinese's fan zone, I celebrate so presumptuously, I won't be beaten up by the group....

Zivo was terrified of his recklessness, after all, he thought that he had been away from Inter for a long time and could watch his old club play in a calm way.

But unexpectedly, seeing Ye Chen's shocking performance at the scene now, Qi Vo still did not hold back and shouted out from the stands of the opposing fans.

"Awesome, it's awesome, I rely on it!"

A Udinese fan pointed to the replay of Ye Chen's goal on the big screen of the stadium and sighed.

"What does he think, I can't think of this action when playing games!"

Another Udinese fan, with his head in his hands.

In the stands where Zivo was, almost all Udinese fans looked away from Zivo and cast their eyes on the big screen of the stadium.

"The human ball has been divided, or twice! Every time is the perfect choice, admire ah!

"Haha, our goalkeepers were all frightened by him and pounced!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Brazilian king Pele once had a fake move by the goalkeeper who couldn't move the ball, but alas, he passed the goalkeeper and when he faced the empty goal, he hit the ball crookedly!"

"Ye Chen of Inter has completed the actions that Pele has not completed!"

"God, when can we have a player as awesome as Ye Chen, I really envy them Inter!"

"Today the ticket is worth it, I saw with my own eyes, a goal that can win a Pushkash Award!"

Whoops!

Applaud!

A tidal wave of applause erupted from the stands of Udinese home fans!

All Udinese fans stood up and cheered for Ye Chen's great goal!

The unceasing applause, the gas, filled every corner of the Udinese stadium.

These fans understand the ball, although Ye Chen scored a goal for the team as an opponent, but such a great goal performance has long exceeded the scope of the opponent -

this is the pure art of football, every fan who loves football will be deeply touched by this goal!

Ye Chen was on the field and heard the applause of Udinese's home fans.

His eyes lit up, quite surprised!

This is the first time he has heard fans of opponents in Serie A, cheering for his wonderful performance!

After all, Serie A is no more conservative than the Premier League, and the fans here are more conservative and mean to their opponents.

However, today's Ye Chen made the opponent's fans impressed by their own strength!

"Thank you, thank you!"

Ye Chen raised his hands high and also applauded the Udinese fans in the stands.

Lukaku on the side looked stupid directly!

If Ye Chen's two goals just now shocked Lukaku, then now all the fans of Udinese stood up and applauded Ye Chen, which made Lukaku completely frozen!

He looked at Ye Chen with a look of envy, "Oh my God... Ye Chen let his opponent applaud him, and it was the first time I saw it in Serie A!

Barrera's face was also filled with a proud smile.

He crossed his hands at his waist and stuck out his tongue.

"Brother Ye is too strong hahaha, directly subdued the opponent's fans!"

In the stands where Udinese fans stood and applauded excitedly,

Zivo sat stunned.

His view was obscured by the backs of the surrounding Udinese fans.

Zivo looked around, the expressions of these fans were extremely excited, more happy than seeing their own players score!

"This... Hahahaha, interesting, so interesting! "

He still can't stop laughing!

Just a dozen seconds ago, Zivo was still worried about his personal safety, for fear of being beaten by the surrounding Udinese fans!

But now, seeing them applauding Ye Chen's anti-heavenly performance, Qi Wo's hanging heart finally let go.

Lao Tzu is safe!

"Ding-ding!"

Zivo's phone rang, and he looked down to see that it was Inter general manager Marotta calling.

As soon as he answered, the sound of Marotta's wind and fire came from the microphone!

"Zivo! How did you get to the stands of Udinese! I saw you on the big screen of the stadium! You're still celebrating so excitedly, don't you die! Hurry down and come to me! Zivo

stood up to Ali and looked towards Inter's away fan stand.

I saw forty or fifty meters away, there was a bald head in a black suit, with an anxious face, waving desperately towards him.

That's Inter General Manager Marotta!

Zivo held his phone in one hand and raised his other hand high in response to Marotta.

"It's okay, I'm fine here, don't worry, Marotta!"

The first half ended with a score of 1-0.

......

Camp Nou, Spain.



La Liga round 35, Barcelona V S

Sevilla FC played the 35th round of La Liga match between Barcelona and Sevilla at almost the same time.

In the first half, thanks to Suarez's two goals, Barca led 2-0 at home early and won the game, which was almost a matter of course.

Home dressing room.

Suarez rushed in and picked up your phone from the closet.

"Oh, that Inter's Ye Chen, scored again in this round!"

Suarez turned and saw Messi who had just entered the dressing room door.

The two are hardcore in Barcelona, and their children are also studying in the same school, and on weekdays, whether it is a family gathering or a holiday vacation, the two are inseparable good friends.

"Messi, you have to hurry, Ye Chen is only one ball away from you, you have to be careful with your European golden boots, don't keep passing me and feeding the cake, you should shoot yourself, but you can't let this 18-year-old hairy boy snatch your golden boots!"

Suarez is anxious for Messi.

Boss Mei sat down and glared dryly at Suarez.

"What can I do, those two chances in the first half, your position is better, of course I will pass it to you."

Messi scratched his head and smiled.

"Suarez, I know you want me to get the European Golden Boot, but we are not the same as Inter!"

"What's different, are we worse than Inter? Champions League final, we have to beat them up! "

That's not it," Messi paused, "Inter are eight points ahead of AC Milan, almost ahead of schedule, and Real Madrid are right behind us, biting tightly!" It's only two points, a ball difference, and we have to make sure we win every game in the last four rounds before I can think about taking the European Golden Boot.

"The glory of the team always precedes my personal honour, and I'd rather lose the European Golden Boot than lose this season's La Liga title, you say, Suarez?"

Suarez shrugged, "This is also, it's not good, really let Ye Chen, this kid be stolen by the golden boots."

"However, this is nothing, you have taken 6 golden boots, not worse than this one!"

A cold light flashed through Suarez's deeply sunken eye sockets, "Beat Real Madrid, win La Liga, beat Inter, win the Champions League, this year's Ballon d'Or, Ronaldo is no play, it must be your Messi!" "

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