Of course, it's just thinking about it.

"It's uncomfortable." Fang Jue laughed, "It's all Inter Milan, go and beat them to death! The team needs you!"

"It's all Inter Milan." Shevchenko nodded helplessly, and then on the way to the player corridor, he silently said a few more words, "It's all Inter Milan." For some reason, this sentence seemed to be magical.

After reading it several times in a row, Shevchenko felt his blood boiling. He gritted his teeth and said, "It's all the blame for Inter Milan!"

Fang Jue stayed for half a minute before slowly walking towards the player corridor.

Then he saw Bell running over in a hurry.

"What did you do?"

"Go pee," Bell said.

Fang Jue looked at the young Welshman and patted him on the shoulder, "Garrez, the team needs you in the second half!"

"That old guy Maicon can't keep up with your speed at all. Your mission is to blow him up!"

"Coach, do you think so too?" Bell asked with wide eyes.

"Of course!" Fang Jue was just a normal operation to motivate the players, but he immediately noticed the light in the boy's eyes. Hey? Something is wrong.

"Go, I'll cheer you on the sidelines." Fang Jue slapped Bell's shoulder hard, "This is a night of miracles, Gareth, after this game, you will become famous all over the world!"

"Yeah!" Bell nodded vigorously.

Looking at Bell who was running towards the stadium excitedly, Fang Jue smacked his lips. His soul chicken soup had not yet exerted his strength, and this kid was so excited...
Chapter completed!