Zheng Zhi subconsciously thought about how long Barak’s third leg was.

“Can you tie it as a belt?”

"Don't underestimate Italy's chain defense. It's even hard for us to create shooting opportunities. We have played against Italy too few times and basically have no experience. The styles of the Bundesliga, Premier League, and Serie A are different. But in fact, it's nothing to lose, just be able to learn something."

"What? Didn't you hear what the boss said just now? We can't lose." Barack lowered his voice.

"I mean that winning or losing is not important. After all, it is just a friendly match. The key is that we can improve, grow, and learn things. This is no problem. Don't worry, the coach is just motivating us. He actually doesn't care so much about winning or losing. Don't put too much pressure on yourself." Zheng Zhi replied in Barack's ear.

This can only be said to Barack. If it is heard by the whole team, Zheng Zhi will be a bad thing. Can the morale that Waller finally raised is consumed like this?

"No, we will win!"

"I will tear the League Cup championship with my own hands, this is the best opportunity to prove us." Barack didn't believe that Leverkusen would lose.

"It's great to have such confidence," Zheng Zhi patted Barack on the shoulder and expressed his support.

At this time, a guy in the away locker room poked his head out and walked over with a swagger. Zheng Zhiding looked at him and saw that it was the only one Ortega who gave the Parma coach a headache?

This guy seems to really regard himself as a big-name star, and even his walking posture looks very similar to Maradona.

But, there is only this, he has nothing.

Maradona's successor.

hehe……

Zheng Zhi has heard this sentence for more than twenty years, at least Ortega is not.
Chapter completed!