Chapter 937

Costacurta, 40 years old and seven months old, replaced Simic, 31. The old baton is the only one who can replace the centre back. At this moment, AC Milan's defense line has made people afraid to calculate the age, the perfect combination of football and archaeology.

Fawali, the horse team, the baton, Cafu and Dida, through this line of defense, can hear the percussion of the stone age faintly, and can smell the fragrance of the bronze age. Staring at them, the once vast and shabby post road, the desolate ancient city, and the slow-moving caravans outside the ancient city are all floating in front of them. Those who will never return, the lonely figure under the setting sun on the horizon, the golden age of machete, the angry Capricorn drum, a cup of blood red grape wine and haggard eyes in the billowing smoke.

"Zhuoyang, I have an impulse to crawl at their feet and worship." Biglia said.

"Yes, Lucas. In my hometown, I used to "..." Zhuo Yang: " What about number four? "

"Luozi peak."

"Fifth?"

"Peak Makalu."

“……” Zhuo Yang: "then Ninth? "

"Zhuo'you peak Fuck, why don't you follow the routine? I calculate! " Biglia counted it with her fingers, and Zhuoyang fled.

it's a very comfortable score, but Ancelotti in the dressing room can't hide his melancholy face during the half-time break. He hid in the room, opened the ventilator, smoked and sighed for a long time. It seems that he finally made up his mind, put out the cigarette end and walked back to the rest room.

"Ricardo..."

Kaka was shocked: "what's the matter? Sir. " Didn't he always call me Kaka?

Anpang waved and pointed to Oliveira, who was sitting in the corner with his head buried. "You, you, you..." Ricardo Oliveira.

"In the second half of the year, you changed places with Zhuoyang." Then he said to Zhuoyang, "you go to the front waist, how can you do it without my saying?"

Zhuoyang thumbed up to receive it, and Oliveira said, "Oh."

At this moment, everyone realized: Oh, so this guy is still there? What did he do just now?

Oliveira disappeared completely from the spot kick created by Yoshiko in the sixth minute. He could not be found by thousands of fans in the stands and eight cameras on the sidelines.

Oliveira wants to make a difference in his new position. He knows that the coach is helping him, but he is not the material. He pursues cooperation deliberately, but he is always hiding around the football line, magically hiding in the game.

Ancelotti's temples are all "popping" and Oliveira in the front waist position is like a fireworks, which disappears into the endless night sky after being gorgeous. Only in the first half, he declared his action of "saving the Brazilian soldiers" failed.

Well, it's easier in the front of the game. Let him go back to the front line. Who hasn't eaten dumplings in the new year? Maybe he can pick one up? In this way, he can relax a little and my face can look better.

People, it's no harm to be optimistic. Anpang has more understanding. It doesn't matter. Anyway, this game is doomed to have nothing to do with Oliveira. It's doomed to be a game belonging to Kaka.