As a top football coach, how could Ancelotti be unclear about the situation mentioned by Zhuo Yang? The slippery field is objective, and it is indeed possible for Manchester United to find a gap. However, the venue conditions are equal to both sides, and anyone can find a gap. Moreover, in terms of tactical play, team characteristics, and familiarity with the venue, AC Milan has a much cheaper advantage than Manchester United on such rainy days.

The rain was able to easily lead 2:0 in the first half, and this rain was a great contribution.

Besides, even if there is more opportunities to pick up bargains under oppression from the opponent, there is still more chance that Milan will play behind the front line.

What exactly does this kid want to do? Ancelotti wondered. "Tell me clearly, let me be honest, don't hide it for me."

Zhuo Yang Xianmei's face was serious, and his thumb was raised with his right hand. "Hao, it's really high! I can't hide anything from you. Otherwise, you are the best-deserved first person for the new generation of coaches? Tsk tsk!" The high hat was exquisitely crafted. However, I dare not let Uncle Scrat hear this.

Ancelotti likes to listen to people praise him. Praise and self-praise are the ladders of success. An Pang's internal organs are as comfortable as ironing water. "Where are, Zhuo Yang, if you have any good ideas, I'll analyze them for you."

"Look, sir, your coach is so polite and so humble. No wonder everyone is convinced of you, tsk!"

If you put it on other coaches, you will feel chills, but Ancelotti is floating. "Haha, I have always been like this. You Chinese say that there must be my teacher when you walk around, so I have always adhered to a modest and cautious learning attitude. After all, there are still some other very good coaches, which are not much worse than me. Hahaha..." It's just a short time to twist three long beards with your hands.

Zhuo Yang's thumb was getting higher and higher, and he was almost reaching the ceiling of the locker room. Seeing that the heat was almost right, Zhuo Yang quickly shook out his own calculations.

"Sir, that's the case. In the first half, I promised to help Pipo score a goal. It's probably appropriate to see today's situation. You also think that 3:0 is more worthy of the famous coach than 2:0, right?"

"What kind of coaches are just a fictional reputation, and it is mainly to satisfy our home fans." Ancelotti was immersed in the halo. "I think 3:0 can be considered a big score, and it will definitely allow fans who have always supported us to have a happy night. Pipo is a great player, and he is certainly worthy of a wonderful goal."

"No need to say more, Zhuo Yang. You can't pin your victory on passive defensive counterattacks. We must continue our tactical style in the first half, take the initiative to win a brilliant victory, and let Pipo complete a goal that belongs to him." Ancelotti, who insists on himself and is determined.

"Sir, you are right, because I am not fully thinking. The master of tactics is the master of tactics. I talk endlessly about your admiration for sir."

"It's okay, you are not the head coach after all, and it's normal for me to do this." Ancelotti is indeed a famous coach. "Zhuo Yang, in the second half, you need to take into account the midfield and put pressure on Manchester United's two midfielders Creek and Fletcher. They made it awkward to make the ball today, and they were the breakthrough. Can they do it?"

"Look at it!"

Zhuo Yang walked towards Kaka and Inzagi, and Ancelotti didn't feel that he had forgotten anything.

How could he agree to Jiu Ye to help him score a goal? Zhuo Yang just felt that there was no suspense to win and advance today. Manchester United not only couldn't make a big splash, but the game was also so relaxed and pleasant. In such a good scene, Jiu Ye looked much more pleasing than Taozi on the court. A perfect and praised game, it was so interesting to play with someone he liked. Why did you let Ji Taozi come to pick peaches?

"What did you say to Carlo? You saw that he was smiling sweetly." Kaka asked curiously.

Zhuo Yang ignored him and said to Jiuye: "Carlo just said that if you don't score a goal today, he won't let you down."

Inzaji was very surprised: "When did he take care of me like this? I don't care!"

Jiu Ye Inzaji, who is not good at showing off this season, has only scored 4 goals in the Serie A. Of course, this is related to his rare appearance in the league. However, before he knew it, Jiu Ye has already scored 7 goals in the Champions League and is already ranked third in the scorer list. In front of him are Kaka with 15 goals and Zhuo Yang with 9 goals. Moreover, Jiu Ye’s 7 goals are obviously much more valuable than Zhuo Yang, and he does not have the data of winning the 6 yuan alone.

Inzaji is a smart person. When he turns around, he immediately understands what Zhuo Yang and Ancelotti communicated just now. Zhuo Yang can guess the routine of An Pang's substitution. Inzaji has been working with Ancelotti for almost ten years. From Juventus to AC Milan, he can of course touch An Pang's pulse better. Looking at Zhuo Yang who is excited to bite his ears with Kaka, Inzaji leans on the back of the chair and closes his eyes.

Zhuo Yang didn't care at all that he was only two goals in the Champions League. In the end, the difference between ranking second or third in the scorer list is quite big. Football is a world of fame and fortune, and everyone wants to make his face more glorious. There are many teammates who are pulling ladders on the wall. Even if they don't do bad things secretly, they don't mind letting others step on their shoulders at all. This is indeed rare.

For Zhuo Yang, some people not only have their shoulders, but also have no problem lending their heads to step on them. There are also some people who dare to step on their shoes and Zhuo Yang will beat you.

"Hey, Master Jiu, you have been teammates with Van der Sar. Do you know what technical weaknesses he has?" Zhuo Yang stretched his head over again.

Inzaghi thought about it carefully. "He is a perfect goalkeeper and has no obvious weaknesses. Edwin van der Sar left Juventus that year just because Buffon came. He is the only goalkeeper in Juventus history who is not Italian."

"Yes, Edwin is very good." Sidorf heard them talking about Vandertha and inserted his mouth in. "That time in 1995, if Edwin hadn't performed well, we Ajax would definitely not have won Milan."

In May 1995, AC Milan reached the Champions League final for the third consecutive time, but lost 0:1 to Ajax and failed to defend his title successfully. At that time, 19-year-old Seidorf and 25-year-old Van der Sar were the absolute main players of Ajax. To this day, only the horse team and the baton in Milan's lineup were still there.

The second half began, and the rain was much lighter. The seepage system under the turf of San Siro was still very clear, and it was slippery but there was no water accumulation.

Alan Smith, who came on the bench, looked at Zhuo Yang on the opposite side, looked at Yu, then twisted his head and looked at Cristiano Ronaldo.

Countryside, I hope you are more interested in this game, otherwise I will settle my new accounts with you!
Chapter completed!