The Midfield Master

"The mission to the Champions League is launched. The protagonist scores the first goal in the Champions League match. The mission reward is unknown."

When Huang Yifei had just finished taking a shower and was lying on the bed to go to bed, Xiao Lan's voice rang in his mind.

All of Huang Yifei's drowsiness was driven away all at once, and Huang Yifei was stunned.

"The king of the Champions League? Xiaolan finally released another serious task. The conditions for this task seem to be very simple, but if you want to achieve it, it will take some time."

It is not clear who Hiddink will start in the next UEFA Champions League game, and Hiddink has given the right to fire to Robben, and he has only one chance for the Tigers to shoot.

But the name of this task is so domineering, and the rewards are definitely not ordinary. "Huang Yifei thought about it in his heart.

"The Champions League game, I could only see it on TV before, but I could only see it in the news, now I will become a witness?"

"Since Xiaolan has released this task to me, then the king of the Champions League, one day I will achieve it."

The night slowly became gloomy, and Huang Yifei slowly fell asleep while thinking about the Champions League king.

And at this time in Turin, Italy, a bustling city. A city has two Serie A teams, Juventus and Turin. The football culture of the whole city is very profound, and it is an ancient city with a long history.

In a bar that is not visited by many people, the environment of the bar is very quiet and gloomy.

A blond, blue-eyed, handsome, but very strong man was drinking a cocktail quietly in a corner.

The door of the bar was pushed open heavily, and a swarthy black man with a look of hideous and formidable face walked in with a pretty chick in his arms.

"Nedved, I knew you were here" the black man yelled carelessly, and the calm in the bar was instantly broken.

\"Looking at you, I don't seem to worry about this Champions League game at all. If you still have some free time to drink here, will you be a little careless." The black man took the beautiful chick and sat next to Nedved.

"My favorite **** beach, you know my favorite **** thing." Turam said to the bartender who was wiping the glass in the corner.

After speaking, he touched the round buttocks of the beautiful girl next to him.

"Thuram, I don't think you care much about the Champions League game. You should change your bad things. It's still the season. Use your upper body to think more.\"

Turam cupped his face with his fist, tilted his head and looked at Nedved.

"Man, Eindhoven, do we still need to worry? I really want to thank that guy who draws such a good draw. It seems to be another easy battle. I know this is the season, but How much do women have to do with the game, Nedved, you really look more and more like Lippi."

"Is there anything worthy of our attention in Eindhoven, that dirty head coach Hiddink? Is there any trick in the Champions League? Or is it someone from a certain team, Kežman? I'm anyway. I haven't heard of this guy, but this guy turned out to be the guy with the most goals in the Eredivisie so far. It's incredible. An unknown guy can score so many goals."

‘OK, OK, Tulam, you can stop it, although it’s an easy battle. But your attitude towards the game now makes me feel incredible"

Nedved stretched out his slap to stop Ram.

"But I seem to have heard that there is a Chinese player in Eindhoven who has performed well recently" Nedved shook the cocktail in his hand, staring at the colorful cocktail and said.

"Hahahahaha, Chinese, Nedved, what are you thinking about. Maybe you and I have a Korean player in their team, a Japanese player. You tell me there is a Chinese player in their team, are you drinking? Got drunk?"

Turam tried to touch Nedved's face with his hand, but Nedved opened it with a slap.

"I don't think you should be too careless," Nedved said.

"Man, I know you, you have always been very cautious, but if you really think Eindhoven is your opponent, you won't come here for a drink today."

Turam pressed Nedved's shoulder.

"Finally encountered an easy fight. I haven't relaxed for a long time, Nedved, you will continue to pretend to worry about the next Champions League."

"I'm not worried, we have a 99% chance to win."

After Tulam finished speaking, he took the blond chick and left the bar. Nedved ignored Tulam and slowly drank the glass of cocktail and walked out of the bar.

Juventus just won the semi-finals against AC Milan, close to the final of the Coppa Italia. It is currently ranked first in the league for the time being. Under Lippi's leadership, this season seems to be too smooth.

Including myself, there is some slack, but now is the critical moment for the sprint. The atmosphere in the team is not as upward as it was at the beginning of the season. Sitting on Piero, Trezeguet. At present, there is no big loss, and the team's temperament should move in an unstoppable direction.

But now it has become abnormally weak, which is inseparable from some hedonistic players dominated by Thuram.

Tulam is very strong. The main player of the World Cup champion team in 1998 has won countless championships. It is now at the peak of his career, but recently he has begun to indulge outside the stadium. By myself.

But what qualifications do I have to laugh at Thuram? Didn’t I also sneak out and drink a cocktail? This is also not what professional players should do during the season, even if it is not as serious as Thuram Serious, but this behavior is essentially no different from Tulam.

Nedved walking in the streets of Turin, he wears a hat, so unless someone who is particularly familiar can not recognize this Juventus defense leader. Now at the peak of his career, his reputation has spread throughout the Serie A league.

The Czech Ironman, with the Juventus defense he led, is known as the strongest fortress in Serie A.

"Nedved, are you in the car?"

A luxury car stopped slowly next to Nedved, and the window slowly rolled down.

Hearing this voice, Nedved knew who it was, and a typical Italian mature face slowly emerged before his eyes.