bigabreads Chapter 272 There used to be God here
Chapter 272 There used to be God here
Chapter 272 There used to be God here
"Damn! The law and order in this city is terrible!"
Thomas Müller complained loudly in the dressing room:
"I just took a picture with a fan and lost a wallet!"
Ram touched his pocket and patted his thigh in surprise:
"I lost a pair of sunglasses!"
The other team members hurriedly checked their luggage, and almost a third of them had their belongings missing...
Gomez, who was combing his hair, was even more annoyed:
"Damn thief! Why did you steal my custom-made pomade?! How can I play in this state?!"
"Then you can rest, Mario, I can help you play the forward position."
Long Shute teased him with a smile.
Then in exchange Gomez rolled his eyes.
"It's purely a matter of character, isn't it?"
Franck Ribery grinned disapprovingly, gloating and said:
"Look, why didn't I throw anything away? Because I am the king of Allianz, and my reputation is so powerful that even the Black Finger Party in Italy dare not show any disrespect to me!"
Everyone rolled their eyes at him, and those teammates who were close to him even gave him the middle finger!
Take a look at the hideous scar on your face, from the corner of your eye to the corner of your mouth. It looks like a gangster, an ordinary thief... dare to approach you?
"Okay, I think I have warned you in advance that Naples is a city with terrible law and order, but you still haven't been able to raise your vigilance, it's a pity..."
The assistant coach Herman Grande, who is potbellied and has a shiny forehead, spread out his hands, with an expression of not listening to the old man's words and suffering in front of his eyes.
Then Thomas Reschke, the facilities manager in charge of logistics, approached the head coach:
"We lost [-] towels, [-] pairs of football boots, and even a box of mineral water and ice cubes while carrying our luggage..."
Heynckes felt a sudden pain in his forehead.
He grabbed Reschke by the collar:
"We won't even have starters' jerseys stolen?!"
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October 10th, it was a Tuesday evening.
Naples' home stadium - San Paolo Stadium.
The [-] spectators filled this slightly old and dilapidated stadium to its fullest.
They sang the fans' favorite song "Son of Angels", while remembering the eternal God of Naples-Maradona, while hoping that today's players can reproduce the glory of the year.
Italy may be the least favorite away game for German fans, because in the eyes of strict Germans, although people in this area know football well, they are generally lazy and greedy. The cities are dilapidated, the economy is depressed, public security is extremely poor, football hooligans and England is also notorious, and if you are not careful, your life will be in danger...
Therefore, there are not too many German fans who followed Bayern to Italy. Among the 3000 spectators, only 1-[-] were wearing red clothes, and they were completely compressed into an inconspicuous corner. No matter how hard they sang their songs The team song "Bayern NO.[-]" can't make any waves.
Long Shute, who was standing near the right sideline, looked up at the surrounding stands, and he found many huge portraits of Maradona without any surprise.
It has been more than 20 years since the Argentine football king played for Naples, but he is still the hero and football god of this club and even the whole city.
Every football player who comes to Naples will express his admiration for this football genius, whether they are against Naples or not.
Maradona and Pele are superstars beyond the scope of football. In many places, their influence even exceeds that of many domestic film and television superstars or political figures.
But...the reason why Maradona is still remembered by Naples fans after more than 20 years, doesn't it just reflect that the city has never returned to its peak in the past 20 years?
If Liverpool, AC Milan, and Ajax can still be regarded as down-and-out giants, Naples may not even reach this level...
"drop!"
The referee blew the whistle to start the game, and Bayern, who won the kick-off, took the lead in organizing the attack.
Italy's Champions League qualification has been controlled by Juventus and Milan for many years. For Bayern Munich, Naples is definitely a strange opponent, and it may be no different from Manchester City...
After a few kicks in the backcourt, Tymoshchuk knocked the football diagonally to the right, Boateng, who played as the right back, made a direct pass to the wing, and Long Shute got the football.
Longshut took a few steps along the sidewalk. Napoli's left midfielder Lavezzi had no intention of pressing close, and he was able to continue to dribble the ball easily.
After all, it was only the first tentative attack. Long Shute remembered Heynckes' tactical requirements. He didn't fire with all his firepower at the beginning, but decisively made a pass after a little observation.
At the forefront of Bayern are two German forwards who are over 186 tall. High-altitude bombing is the simplest basic skill for them.
But there was also a surprise.
When Gomez saw his teammate on the right sending a cross, he had a surprised expression on his face—he must have regarded Long Shute as Robben who hardly passed the ball...
So when the football flew towards his head, Gomez was obviously a little caught off guard. He failed to put on the most chic posture at the first time, and even had no time to adjust the direction of the header shot, and was firmly hit by the ball. Hit in the face...
Gomeston, who has always regarded himself as unrestrained, unrestrained and elegant, only felt that his eyes were staring at the moment, his straight nose was so sore at this moment, tears and snot almost fell together, and then he only heard a short muffled sound in his ears. ring.
"puff!"
He couldn't help but opened his eyes, tears almost came out of his eyes.
But he saw Toni Kroos, who was plugging in at high speed from behind Muller, swinging his right leg vigorously at the top of the arc in the penalty area. The football that should have landed there had already turned into an afterimage, scraping the turf and rushing towards the goal. !
A 17-meter shot from Cross!
Long Shute, who was not far away, could see clearly that when Gomez "headed back", Kroos had already rushed forward, so he was earlier than Muller, who was always erratic and elusive. One step feels the landing point.
Kroos' movement range is very small, and he almost completes the shooting action with only the swing of his calf.
This shot doesn't seem to be powerful, its absolute speed is even more mediocre, and it doesn't have a terrifying effect visually, but it just flew into the net of the goal when no one had time to react... …
In less than 20 minute and [-] seconds of the opening, Bayern Munich passed a seemingly uncoordinated cooperation...and pierced Naples' goal!
The one who scored the goal was Toni Kroos, and the one who assisted him was the German super striker who was wiping his nose... Mario Gomez!
Long Shute glanced at the giant portrait of Maradona fluttering in the wind above the stadium, and shrugged his shoulders slightly:
Uncle Ma, you football god... I'm afraid you won't be able to cover this dilapidated stadium!
(End of this chapter)