The Midfield Master

The blue and deep eye sockets, the typical Italian face with sharp angles, and the clean and tidy beard.

"Buffon, have you come out for fun, too." Nedved saw that it was Buffon. Although he knew that Buffon could not do this kind of thing, as the most stable last line of defense for Italy and Juventus, cloth Feng's self-discipline and hard work are ashamed of Nedved.

But still joking

Nedved got into the car and took off his hat.

Buffon’s wife nodded to Nedved in the co-pilot, and Nedved also responded with a smile.

"Nedved, I have recently rested and are preparing for the Champions League this Wednesday."

Buffon is always like this. He takes every game very seriously, and encourages others to play well like a big brother, even if Buffon's age is much younger than Nedved. But Buffon still has the tone of being the team's big brother.

"Buffon, do you think this is a tough battle?"

"Whether it is or not, we have to go all out. AC Milan has been chasing very closely behind the league, and the Coppa Italia final cannot be relaxed. Now no matter which team we are playing against, we cannot have the slightest relaxation. Once we relax, it will be bad. Up"

Speaking well, it would be great if every player in the team is like Buffon, Nedved thought in his heart.

It was also relying on Buffon's almost open-and-hanging performance in the game that Juventus eliminated AC Milan and was close to the final.

Juventus now has the best goalkeeper in the world!

But Nedved always had a bad feeling in his heart, and he was always worried about Turram's state.

But is it useful to worry about it?

Nedved watched the night view of the city of Turin flash past him like a streamer, and the sadness in his heart slowly disappeared. "I just need to run without spare effort on the court, and that's okay."

Nedved closed his eyes.

The next day, Huang Yifei arrived at Eindhoven’s airport in the company of Lopetegui.

"Huang, why are you still wearing a training suit?" Huang Yifei was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts at this time, and a pair of unbranded sneakers on his feet.

Hofflind wore a suit, stepped on leather shoes and combed a small oil head and ran to Huang Yifei, looking at Huang Yifei in confusion.

Hofflind has a handsome Dutch appearance, and I have to say that he does look like some beasts when dressed like this.

The last time Huang Yifei played against Ajax in an away game, Huang Yifei also dressed up, and the surrounding teammates, including the bald Robben, wore suits instead.

Huang Yifei seemed out of place between them.

Huang Yifei felt that there was nothing in his heart. Going to the game was not going to go on a blind date. He wanted to save some money.

One is to complete the task given by Xiaolan but want to send it home so that his parents know that his son can support himself and his family regardless of his son playing football.

Lopetegui was also very embarrassed next to him. This kind of thing was originally arranged by the agent in full. The last time Huang Yifei was laughed at, this time he still dressed casually, it was his own economic man's responsibility.

"Ahem, Huang, after this game is over..."

Huang Yifei was suddenly excited, is it possible that Lopetegui, the iron cock, is going to pluck himself again.

"This game is over, I will wear my suit for you"

Huang Yifei was shocked by these words, and Hoflind, who was eavesdropping on the side, almost dropped his chin in surprise, and his eyes looked at Huang Yifei with a hint of pity.

How could this child become such an economic man with a problematic brain?

The plane flew slowly away from the city, Huang Yifei looked at the ground slowly leaving through the window, his emotions agitated.

Is his first Champions League game coming soon?

At this moment, Park Ji Xing was sitting obliquely behind Huang Yi Fei, his eyes kept staring at Huang Yi Fei. The words of Park You Chong last night made Park Ji Xing relieved. With the existence of that company, his position in the team should not be greatly affected.

Moreover, if Park Youchong's plan is implemented, Hiddink will send Huang Yifei on the court again, it will not be justified.

A Chinese is not qualified to grab the starting position with me. Park Ji-sung's eyes are full of jealousy and disgust.

"Guys, after arriving in Turin, you'd better stay in the hotel and don't go anywhere. I showed up on the training ground on time the next day. I don't want to see anyone's mentality a little strange.

Hiddink stood on the nose of the plane and asked for the ball.

The Netherlands is nearly 1,300 kilometers away from Italy, and it passes through at least a third country.

Counting China, this is the third country Huang Yifei has come to. If you can beat Juventus, you might go to a foreign country to compete.

This can be regarded as a kind of growth, Huang Yifei sat on the inner layer of the plane.

This will not be like the last time Xiaolan launched a love killer mission.

The matter about Debbie also rose to Huang Yifei's heart. This girl, since the last time she talked about the guitar in front of him, Debbie's beautiful face has appeared in her mind from time to time.

I don't know if it is because of the task assigned by Xiaolan or his own reason, I always want to get close to Debbie.

Without seeing Debbie this morning, he left Uncle Kirby’s house, with a slight loss in his heart.

But now Debbie's impression of herself may stop at the stranger who played the guitar for her. Love this thing, after the last painful experience, Huang Yifei no longer desires.

In other words, when you become a star, are you afraid that there are no women?

So, how can you hug Debbie? Huang Yifei thought for a long time before returning to this question.

"Huang Yifei, do you know Buffon." Hoflind, who was sitting next to him, suddenly asked Huang Yifei such a question.

You may be facing him this time. Hofflind opened his laptop and released a video.

In the video, a goalkeeper first commands in front of the goal line, and then the opponent is a team wearing a red and black jersey.

"This is the video of Juventus playing against AC Milan in the Coppa Italia last week." Hoflind added.

This is an opportunity for a fast break in the frontcourt. AC Milan first stole the ball cleanly in the midfield, and was pushed forward by a long-haired man in the midfield. The attack progressed extremely fast. The long-haired man's movements are also very elegant.

In the end, a short-haired man completed a beautiful arch push shot at a distance of 10 meters from the goal line.

This is a very fast and very simple attack!