The camera was given to Ronaldo.

Mourinho personally helped Ronaldo sit on the bench, and the team doctor rushed over to do a preliminary examination for him. It seemed that everyone was nervous about Ronaldo's injury.

Then, accompanied by medical staff, Ronaldo walked into the player's passage, probably not wanting to let injuries cover him for a moment.

The camera finally returned to the court. Adriano and Vieri stood in the penalty area of ​​Monaco, surrounded by four players, Riser, Abidal, Marcos, and Christenval tightly surrounded them, as if facing a great enemy.

Although Adriano was only 18 years old, his figure was already explosive and was not inferior to others at all. Zheng Zhi made a curved ball with his right foot and directly sent the ball to their heads. At that moment, the six people jumped almost at the same time. Adriano actually knocked Abidal in the air, and Marcos was also carried away by him. This gave Vieri behind him a chance. His head hit the ball hard, and the ball instantly rushed into the lower left corner of the goal!

The ball has entered!

2:0!

Vieri immediately ran and began to celebrate.

But the whistle sounded very promptly, and the referee crossed his hands and shook them.

The goal is invalid.

He signaled Adriano to commit a foul. Although Vieri did not make a foul, Adriano did, so the goal was invalid.

The score is still 1:0.

"Oh God,"

"This guy is also a tank."

“It’s too exaggerated,”

"Fortunately the referee can see clearly, otherwise he would have lost another goal."

"This guy is only 18 years old? You can't fake your age, you feel like you are 28 years old. He is a Brazilian again. In the next ten years, it may be a football war between Brazilians and French. We won in 2008, and maybe we can still meet in the finals in 2002 and 2006."

"Brazil has many talents, and we also have many talents in France. Henry, Trezeguet, Vieira, these players will support the future of the French team."

...

...

Vieri didn't think there was anything wrong with his goal, so he went to argue with the referee, but the penalty could not be changed, so he just let out anger.

Adriano looked apologetic, but he didn't expect that he would ruin Vieri's goal when he came up. He quickly ran over and explained to Vieri, but Vieri had no birds.

Monaco kicked a big shot in the backcourt, and Jiuli's shadow appeared on the right again, but he was still stared at by Grasco, not giving Jiuli room to sprint. Blanco also assisted in defense from the middle and easily got the ball back.

Zheng Zhi appeared in front of Blanco like a nanny and quickly handed the ball to Pirlo in front. Lomaic and Simone wanted to close the goal to defend, but Pirlo threw out a fried croquette and swept lightly between them, extremely chic. The front was empty, but Pirlo was not greedy for dribbling the ball, and immediately passed the ball directly to Adriano. Adriano kept the ball and directly rubbed a curved ball, wanting to hand the ball to Vieri, but Marcos was so defensive that he could not leak, so he directly pushed the ball to the goalkeeper.

Vieri shook his head, obviously a little dissatisfied with the ball Adriano handled. With such an obvious pass, is it really a wooden stake that the opponent's defender is?

Zheng Zhi was not satisfied either.

What a big deal to pass this ball? Use the ball to fight Abidal! You can obviously kill him, but you have to give the ball to Vieri. It is obvious that you can't let go. How can you perform well if you can't let go?

The striker should eat alone...

This child also needs guidance!

At least in Zheng Zhi's opinion, Adriano's choice to do it alone is definitely better than passing the ball to Vieri...

However, Adriano soon got another chance. After Monaco's attack was blocked again, Zheng Zhi took the ball and directly threw it to him in front.

He rolled the ball comfortably and rushed directly from the right to Adriano. Adriano, who had already started, could have been able to pass the opponent directly, but he still stopped the ball, took a look at it left and right, and finally handed the ball to Dalma.

Dalma didn't handle the ball well, and wanted to transfer the ball to Dibiagio on the right, but Simeone cut the ball away and kicked it back to Riser.

"Grass~"

"What did you ask you to come up?"

Zheng Zhi spoke in Chinese.

Then he shouted loudly in Portuguese while retreating.

“Ad,”

"What are you doing!"

"Fight him alone!"

"Go past him!"

“We don’t need a waiter who serves the plates!”

The sound was too loud, and Marcos could understand Portuguese, and his brows frowned instantly.

One-on-one fight? Pass me?

sh-it!

Am I so easy to get through?

Just him?

He is very strong, but such a young melon wants to eat me raw, so he can pass me and shoot?

dream!

Adriano is also very ashamed. The waiter who serves the plates? Am I the waiter who serves the plates?

Ah ~

I don't want to be a waiter for serving dishes!

However, the ball rights are now at the feet of Monaco players.

Riser rushed up on the left side, played two wall-to-wave cooperation with his teammates, and rushed to the front of Inter Milan's penalty area. Facing Zanetti's blockade, Riser gave the ball to Lamuchi, and then suddenly rushed to the middle!

Lamuchi immediately tapped Liser gently and set up a fortress. Liser didn't say anything, and swung his left foot and thrust!

boom--

Heavy gun out of the barrel!

Dibiagio had no time to intercept, and the ball whizzed past his left ear. When he turned his head, the ball rushed directly into the upper left corner of the goal. Frey had no reaction at all!

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

“gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”

"John Reese!"

"Oh God, this is a world wave, a perfect world wave. He came on as a substitute and tied the score for Monaco."

"The aliens are now gone, Monaco's defensive pressure has been reduced a lot. Riser dares to come up and assist. Oh, the aliens are also being taken over by him. Now he scored the goal. This is simply a masterpiece of God."

"Since God is on Monaco's side, then Monaco is more likely to win."

"Without aliens, Inter Milan loses speed. As long as you keep a blind eye on Vieri, you will definitely not lose this game."

"They can't score with an 18-year-old Brazilian young player, right?"

Papan directly ignored Adriano.

Adriano just chased back all the way to his own half, and then watched Riser score and equalize the score for Monaco.

Frey picked up the ball from the goal helplessly and kicked it to Zheng Zhi.

While Monaco players were still celebrating, Zheng Zhi walked to Adriano with the ball in front of him.

"Boy,"

"Look, your idiot behavior caused the other party to fight back."

"The ball I just passed to you, you should continue to rush up and kill the opponent, instead of stopping and looking for teammates!"

"Only the weak forwards do this!"

"you,"

He pointed to Adriano's broad chest.

"You're two fucking invincible tanks!"

"Don't hesitate to destroy your opponent!"

"Advancing the score!"

Adriano nodded repeatedly, constantly reflecting in his heart.

Zheng Zhi's encouragement was very timely.

On the big screen of the Luis II Stadium, a score of 1:1 was the 31st minute of the first half. Monaco told Inter Milan with his actions that they were not geniuses, but their home court. They were not struggling, but they had the strength to fight Inter Milan.

Mourinho finally stood up, put his hands on his hips, and rushed to the court from time to time to shout a few words.

In the 34th minute, Sanetti inserted from the right and sent a forty-five-degree cross to Vieri, but Vieri topped the ball high.

A minute later, Dalma also gave Vieri a kick on the left, but this time Vieri failed to reach it.

The ball was not good, so Pirlo gave Vieri another rolling ball, but the ball was destroyed by Abidal.

Ten minutes passed and Vieri missed three opportunities.
To be continued...