When Zheng Yi fell asleep and fought with the city of Bustersemilan, Mussolini, the intelligence collector of C Milan, put a thick envelope on Allegri's desk.

Allegri's eyes also shifted from the computer screen to the mortar-yellow envelope.

"In the eyes of your intelligence officers, do you tell me everything like the confidential documents of MI6? What secrets did you bring to me this time?"

After winning the first victory as the head coach of C Milan, Allegri was in a particularly good mood. He looked at the envelope and joked with Mussolini sitting opposite him.

"It's a good thing, but"

"I think this is not a good thing for you." Although Mussolini is not an agent of MI6, he has the temperament of a stern and serious person, and his black suit sets off his like a Matrix.

"Oh" Allegri raised his eyebrows, apparently Mussolini's words aroused his interest, and then opened the envelope.

There are more than twenty Polaroids inside, and the protagonists on them are different, short, long, and headless.

But Allegri looked at it for a long time but couldn't see any tricks. "This is it."

"Intelligenceman" Mussolini's answer was very straightforward.

"Intelligence Officer"

"Our opponent"

Allegri was a little surprised. After all, in his past coaching career, he had never had a single experience of attracting the attention of seven or eight intelligence officers.

The reason is very simple, the team he leads is very average.

Mussolini nodded, then took the photos from Allegri's hand and spread them out one by one. "This is the intelligence officer of the first round opponent of the Champions League group, this is the second round opponent of the league Sessena, this is Real Madrid, this is Catania, this is Ajax."

Mussolini recited more than ten names in one breath, and it was obvious that he knew his competitors well.

Speaking of which, it is a very serious matter to be viewed by the opponent's spying on information, but Allegri laughed as he listened.

And she smiled very happily, "Okay, OK Mussolini, I understand, do you need some water?"

Seeing that Allegri didn't take it seriously, Mussolini was unhappy on the spot. Did you make a mistake when your opponent was peeping at him like this and was not alert. Forget it, you still laugh at you. You are crazy.

"Mr. Head Coach, I want to remind you that these people are very professional intelligence personnel. In less than twenty-four hours, they will make a very detailed report and then hand it over to their head coach's desk." Mussolini said very seriously and even with a little threatening tone.

Seeing his intelligence officer with a serious look on his face, Alegri not only did not put away his smile, but instead felt like he had a smile pussy and was out of control.

Of course Allegri is definitely not a nerve. The reason why he smiled was just that Mussolini couldn't understand it.

If it is some big-name coaches, they may have some other ideas after learning that their team is closely followed by their opponents, but Allegri only reads a message. This civilian coach can finally make you tremble.

I have to say that this feeling of being valued is really good

Apart from that, Allegri really doesn't feel anything else

Just watch it, just because others have watched it, you will not set up tactics and will not transform the team according to your own ideas.

Obviously this is impossible

However, since his partner raised this concern, Allegri still had to answer his questions.

"Well, I have no doubts." Allegri suppressed his smile. "Then from your professional perspective, who will be the most threatening player in the C Milan team in their eyes?"

Seeing that Allegri became serious, Mussolini's face improved a little, and said without hesitation, "Of course it's Ibrahimovic."

The show scored twice, and this performance is undoubtedly the return of the king

Allegri did not make any comments, just smiled and nodded, "What else is it?"

"Ronaldinho, the hero of Milan"

"Is it good?"

“It is possible for Pirlo Robinopato to be”

Mussolini said the names of several C Milan players in succession, and Allegri had an intriguing smile on his face from beginning to end.

What Mussolini said was very firm, but after seeing Allegri's expression, he became less firm.

"By the way, Clarence has a very good running awareness"

Mussolini hurriedly added another sentence, and Allegri was still smiling without saying a word.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said?" Mussolini finally couldn't help it.

"You have analyzed it well, there is no problem," Allegri replied pursed.

"Then you" Mussolini looked entangled. He always felt that Allegri was hiding something, but he didn't know what happened. The players who should say it all said.

Who else

Who else Allegri won't say, it's best that people all over the world have forgotten him

Just as I said just now, Mussolini's analysis was nothing wrong, everyone was staring at Ibrahimovic, Ronaldo and the others should go

He will give you a big surprise.

Speaking of what he will do during the two days of holiday, shouldn't he make any big news?

Allegri had a happy event in his heart and muttered silently.

The next day, Zheng Yi was still planning how to play a game with no signs. At this time, the miserable Wang Chuge came to him with the latest news.

"Brother Zheng Yi has news and they replied that they can compete with us this afternoon." Before he came in from outside the door, Wang Chuge reported the situation to Zheng Yi with excitement.

"Oh, the efficiency is quite high, come in first." Zheng Yi was a little surprised at the City of Bustersemilan so happily, but after thinking about the reason why they agreed so quickly to have another game, I am afraid that Wang Chuge and the others didn't take it seriously from the bottom of my heart. He even treated them as Kaizi and gave them the heads, but there were also gifts. Isn't this Kaizi?

"When those guys heard that we wanted to play another match, they agreed immediately. They won the game. If we win, they would win." When talking about the ball appointment, Wang Chuge's tone was full of anger and disdain, and of course his desire for revenge was also written on his face.

Listening to how Wang Chuge gave him the same way, Zheng Yi didn't say anything, and while listening, he stuffed his sneakers and equipment into his bag.

When everything was ready, Zheng Yi patted Wang Chuge's shoulder from the opposite direction and said, "Let's go."

"Where to go?" Wang Chuge was fantasizing and didn't react for a while.

"If you want to step on your opponent into the mud and then spit a mouthful of saliva, it's best to let me see your teammates now."

"Oh" Wang Chuge bared his teeth and patted his forehead. How could he forget this?
Chapter completed!