"Oh, darn..." In the studio, Guardiola slapped the table.

"Why did he put the shovel? What was Aveloa thinking? Pepe and Casillas could handle this ball, Aveloa just did nothing, Gotze's ball was gone, he

What do you think?”

"Oh..., this thing is interesting, hey, Real Madrid is really in trouble today. Own goal..., tsk tsk." Guardiola shook his head. Although he tried hard to hold it up, his expression was still in his neutral tone.

It is hard to hide gloating.

Eralia Damiko barely counted as half a Real Madrid fan because she likes handsome guys. She asked with her eyes slanted: "Pep, do you hate Real Madrid in particular?"

Guardiola: "…I…I…Em…”

"I know you will definitely say 'Real Madrid is a very successful club and has achieved great results'."

Guardiola: "..." How did I take this?

"Pep, do you hate Barcelona chairman Rossell more than Real Madrid?"

Guardiola: "…"

"If there was only one bullet, who would you like to shoot? Real Madrid or Rossel?"

Guardiola said in his heart: I want to cum you the most...

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Pepe was so angry that he jumped on the turf, but he did not accuse Aveloa of it, but just jumped around like a tiger.

As Guardiola said, there is no need for Aveloa to stretch his feet randomly, Pepe can settle Goze alone in the next step, and nothing will happen.

Although angry, Pepe will no longer do such an unreliable thing as kicking Aveloa on the court, and completely escaped from the temptation of "Mad Dog One". Although Pepe's competitive level has declined, his character on the court has returned.

It's good.

Zhuo Yang was also very annoyed. He panted and put his hands on his hips and frowned. After so much effort, he was drifting in a blink of an eye. He couldn't lose his temper, so he could only hold it in his own hands.

Mourinho lost his temper and was about to be burned by internal fire on the sidelines.

Mourinho was about to explode on the spot. Seeing that the field's offense and defense improved, he suddenly came like this and hated the Spaniards to death.

Originally, he was in a bad mood during this period. His old wife Mathilde Fariya, who had never blushed, was choked back to her Portugal's home, which made Mourinho, who was full of gunpowder, unable to find a bombing target.

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Aveloa directly lit up the Mu's gunpowder bag in the 80th minute. Others did not explode, but he made himself dizzy.

Mourinho believes that the Spanish Gang is deliberately framed him, from La Wu hesitating to Avelo's mischief without hesitation, which is definitely the conspiracy of the Spanish Gang.

Compared to Zhuo Yang, Mourinho hates the Spanish gang more, especially this moment.

He couldn't wait. Regardless of whether it was reasonable or not, Mourinho pulled a man from the bench and immediately replaced Aveloa. Although putting aside this own, Aveloa's overall performance was quite satisfactory today.

When the substitute stood on the sidelines to prepare for handover with Aveloa, Mourinho realized that it was Kaka.

What's the matter?

Kaka is not a problem, but who will play left back? Kaka? Stop kidding, I'm afraid it's better to let Ronaldo play.

Will you play three defenders next? Maybe it's possible to be another opponent, but Dortmund's two fierce wings dares to give them such a big wing. Not to mention ten minutes, can you miss it or not?

Mourinho said nothing, because he was also in chaos. Real Madrid's three substitutions had been used up, and no one dared to come and ask him.

Guardiola also made suspicious in the studio: "What did Mourinho think? I don't understand. The three defenders are very dangerous. It may be okay to ask Pepe to go back and play the right back, but he is a midfielder after all, and he has never been

Kick across the wing."

Eralia reminded him: "Pep, didn't you say Zhuo Yang is an all-around player? Can he play as a full-back?"

"Of course Zhuo Yang can do it, but Real Madrid is now behind 1:2 unless they give up, because the attack still depends on Zhuo Yang. But since you give up, why do you let Zhuo Yang play the full-back?"

Eralia couldn't help but worry for Real Madrid: "What should I do now? Pep, do you have a way?"

"To be honest, I can't think of the most reasonable solution for a while."

"Really? I don't believe it."

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Captain Casillas also thought of asking Pepe to respond to the full-back, but Pepe is also a big boss of the Portuguese gang, so he had to discuss talking to him, but that thing was just finished jumping on the grass now and it was still

Use your fist to thrust your forehead, and don’t get into trouble.

Kaka did not bring any instructions to Mourinho when he came on the court, and he himself did not know what to do.

Zhuo Yang, who has not been on the court for more than a year since he came to Real Madrid, stood up. In fact, he has done a lot of casual coaching business in Barcelona, ​​Milan and Madiborg.

Zhuo Yang doesn't speak, but once he speaks, there is no doubt.

"Little Motorcycle, go and play the fullback." He said to Callehong: "Press the opponent's winger with speed, don't be afraid of fouls, give me a fucking ruthless when it's time to kick."

The little motorcycle was stunned, but he was a sensible person. He knew that even a bad idea was better than not paying attention at this time, and he did not dare to refute Zhuo Yang.

Callehon was very sad today. He came to the bench in the second half, but he had already played in three positions, from center to winger to fullback. However, letting him play on the left back is the best and only choice for Real Madrid now.

Moto is a wing player himself. He has never played as a full-back yet. He has never seen him? He does not lack speed, which is exactly the key to the offense and defense of the wing today. Besides, it only takes ten minutes, this is not an emergency!

Casillas couldn't help but clap his hands and scream: Why didn't I expect it? Tsk tsk, Zhuo Yang is not a mortal.

Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Yang arranged the midfield and frontcourt again, and he said to Ozil: "Big Eyes, go to the left and leave the middle for you Kago."

Eryan dared not talk nonsense, so he lowered his head and walked to the left.

Real Madrid was easily satisfied with 4-2-3-1, but this was not over yet. Zhuo Yang pointed at Ronaldo again: "Mr. Luo, don't push forward so far, pull back a little, you think you are too dead

Can you do great grandpa Mo?”

C Luo: "..."

Zhuo Yang knows that Ronaldo sometimes needs to be stimulated.

"Sir Ka, push forward a little and get closer to Mr. Luo."

Kaka naturally had nothing to say. But Di Maria talked a lot of nonsense: "In this way... the middle part..." He reached out and pulled between the two forty-meter lines and signaled: "...Is it a little space?"

Zhuo Yang didn't stare but blew his beard: "Worry about your own sidewalk, this piece is all my fucking belongs to me."

"Okay!"

When Real Madrid set up their new formation and prepared to kick off, Guardiola couldn't help but slap again: "It's amazing! Using Callehon to play the left back is really a trick."

Eralia: "Really? How wonderful?"

"It's wonderful. This perfectly solves the dilemma of Real Madrid in the last few minutes. The game is not over yet, and Real Madrid still has a chance."
Chapter completed!