For an excellent coach, it is necessary to grasp the ever-changing situation on the court and make rapid adjustments. Obviously, Costakuta is far from meeting the standards of an excellent coach. Old Billy, who is hesitating, was quickly hit by another blow.

In the 39th minute of the first half, Inter Milan youth forward Jamluka made a long shot with a strong long shot from the outside of the penalty area, and was punched out by the outstanding Gomis. Torino defender No. 2 Coroni hastily cleared the ball.

At this moment, a blue and black figure suddenly appeared outside the penalty area, like a brisk leopard. Before the ball landed, it kicked. The calf with force suddenly hit the middle of the ball. The ball made a whizzing sound and hung directly at the upper left corner of the goal.

"Beautiful long shot, poor Gomis almost didn't respond, but he had tried his best. Today our young man was obviously stunned. Inter Milan's No. 19 Thornton scored a beautiful long shot, and the score on the field became 2:0." Thomassi's weak commentary was more like a straightforward five-character poem. However, although Thomassi did not blame the young man on the youth team, "I don't know if our young man was tempted by the boss of the first team last season. What else will happen next? Our young man should muster up the courage to score! Fight to equalize the score! What their big brother didn't do does not mean they can't do it!"

Kaylo, who was in the VIP seat, heard the live commentary of Tomasi, his face turned like a pork liver, "This damn old man, the youth team cannot play well, what's the matter with the adult team? The new season is about to start, so the old guy can't say something nice!"

However, the performance of the Turin Youth Team today really made the Chairman very dissatisfied. In a short while, the two cigars were finished. You can imagine how Mr. Kaylo is feeling now.

"What the hell is Billy doing? Where is our Ronaldo? Where is the Chinese?" Cairo suddenly remembered Xiangnan, who had just signed a contract with a huge sum of 1 million euros, and finally couldn't help complaining.

Costacuta didn't know what the Chairman thought at this moment, but at this moment, he had no choice. When the game hits this point, he must strengthen the attack. Seeing the players of Inter Milan youth team ravaging his home court like in his back garden, the Turin fans in the stands finally couldn't help but start to vent their dissatisfaction, and the crackling fireworks were crazily releasing their manic emotions.

"We don't want to watch such a game------!" This is a more tactful fan,

"Turin guys, come in!" This is a strong fan,

"***, blue and black bastard------" This is a brother who hates evil-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

But fortunately, I didn't say "Old Billy was dismissed". I guess this classic thing is not popular in Italy yet.

"Andre, go and warm up! Use your speed to beat me up these bastards!" Finally, Costakuta couldn't help it!

Xiangnan nodded, without saying a word, responded to his coach with confidence and firm eyes.

At this time, the extremely collapsed and lost Thomassi quickly discovered Xiangnan who was warming up on the sidelines. Obviously, this yellow-skinned and dark-haired stranger was the best topic to divert the attention of the depressed Torino fans at this time.

"We saw a player who was doing a warm-up on the sidelines. Oh my God, this is a yellow-skinned and dark-haired player. I wonder when the club introduced this Japanese player again. Does Chairman Kairo fall in love with Japanese sashimi now?" Tomasi's teasing caused a sarcastic laughter from the fans.

Obviously, Dahei's performance in the warm-up match before the season was not widely recognized by Turin fans. Unfortunately, Xiangnan is temporarily called "Japanese sashimi" for this reason!

"***, I am Chinese!" Xiangnan roared at the commentary stands. Obviously, Thomassi's nonsense made the young Chinese boy very angry. Although he rarely returned to China, as an old overseas Chinese family, his history education for children, to be honest, is better than some domestic families! Xiangnan was educated by his grandmother since he was a child, which started with the eight years of the War of Resistance and the Nanjing Massacre! Chinese and overseas Chinese attach more importance to China's traditional culture and history. In the hearts of these overseas wanderers, the motherland will always be the eternal root deep in his heart!

The Chinese boy was very angry, and the consequences were very serious, and he also remembered the big black general who had implicated his innocent self.

In the 43rd minute of the first half, the Turin Youth Team made its first substitution adjustment. The whole first half was mediocre on the court. The young forward No. 9 Conte, who was sleepwalking, was replaced, and was replaced with a strange eastern corner, with No. 61 facing south.

"Conte was replaced. In the whole first half, our young guys didn't understand the direction. I hope the guys will not feel too guilty after the game. The whole team's performance is very poor today, it's not his fault!" Thomassi still gave some encouragement to the young players. He was very tolerant of these young guys and did not sprinkle salt on the wounded Turin Youth Team No. 9 wound. "Now let's see if our newly-playing 'sashimi' guy will bring us any surprises."

Maybe Thomassi thought Xiangnan was a Japanese player, so he felt that it was nothing to say, but in the eyes of the Chinese boy, this already made him angry.

The best way to vent your anger is to ravage it well - the arrogant Inter Milan youth team player on the court!

He shouted at Nan and came with a bear hug with Grinino!

The steel-armored F1 chariot roared, venting the anger in his heart.

I want to score, goals!

I'm going to shoot when I come!

A voice shouted and roared in Xiangnan's chest, like the awakened memory of the prehistoric monster that was about to be resurrected. At this moment, in the Chinese boy's chest, nothing can stop his desire to shoot. At this moment, Xiangnan is a terrifying f1 prehistoric chariot that is about to roar!

Grinino was very happy to see that his lucky star Chinese boy finally came on stage. After an afternoon of familiarity, the two of them had become a good friend.

The other teammates saw the Chinese boy's wind-like speed and keen sense of smell in the morning, and they already had a certain trust in Xiangnan. Xiangnan's appearance also gave the players on the field who had been weak in offense a little confidence.

On the football field, you always speak by strength!

Xiangnan turned his gaze to the No. 19 right forward of Inter Milan youth team, who was once glorious. Off the court, he had just remembered the name of this young man in his mind. He was a capable guy who ran actively, made a good steal, and had a long shot, and his footwork was OK.

"Is Thornton?" Xiangnan said silently, "I want to see how powerful you are!"

Thornton in the distance had just received a pass from his teammate. At this moment, he felt the provocative look of the yellow-skinned boy who had just started the court, and he looked at Xiangnan without admitting his defeat.

The noses of the on-site commentators are always the one with the most sensitive sense of smell. They are natural crazy makers. "The 'sashimi' we just played and the 19th Thornton of Inter Milan seem to be disliked by each other. Come on 'sashimi'! Kill Inter Milan!" At this time, Tomasi got the information just sent by his assistant and hurriedly looked at it, "Well, it turns out that our sashimi is a Chinese boy. I wonder if there are sashimi in China?"

Xiangnan has no time to listen to the chattering commentator talking nonsense there, because he has already met Thornton directly!

Holding a spear, wearing a cold iron mask, a fighter with a sweat-blooded BMW sniffing hard under his crotch;

Holding a giant shield, tragically trapped in the horse pit, he looked at the ancient knight who was roaring with cold blood!

Feeling Thornton's provocative and disdainful eyes, the f1 tank roared and started, and no one could stop me! An inexplicable madness was burning wildly in Xiangnan's body, I want to score a goal!!!!!!

Swipe the left foot south, turn the heel, slam the ball to the right, and suddenly lean forward------

"Are you going to make a foot finally?" Thornton raised his mouth and suddenly made a foot break.

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Chapter completed!