Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

"Especially after the last game against Juventus."

"It's fair to say that it's made the whole of Europe re-evaluate this team."

He Wei's voice softened slightly.

"And today's home team is AC Milan."

"He has a very famous nickname."

"It's called the Red and Black Devil."

"The origin of this nickname."

"Firstly, it's because of their classic red and black striped shirts."

"It symbolizes power and deterrence."

"And the 'devil' comes from their dominance on the field."

Xu Yang continued:

"That's right."

"Especially during their heyday."

"That AC Milan team was arguably one of the most fearsome teams in Europe."

"Whether it's the defense composed of Paolo Maldini and Alessandro Nesta."

"It's still Kaká and Andriy Shevchenko in the midfield and forward positions."

"They have all reached a very high level."

"They are dominant not only in Serie A."

"They are also strong contenders for the Champions League title."

He Wei nodded:

"Yes."

How powerful was AC Milan during that period?

"You could say it's just a matter of them getting into the zone."

"Any opponent will feel the pressure."

"And now this team has gone through a period of adjustment."

"Reconstruction is gradually being completed."

"Their form this season has been quite good."

Xu Yang smiled.

"What's even more interesting is..."

"Their head coach is Vincenzo Montella."

"He's the one who coached Sampdoria last year."

"So this match..."

"It has a bit of a 'battle between former employers' feel to it."

He Wei's tone softened.

"That's right."

"Plus the current state of affairs for both sides."

"It was quite tense, to say the least."

The camera pans across the stands.

A red and black ocean.

It's churning.

And in the corner.

A sea of ​​blue and white.

They are also persisting.

Two colors.

They are about to clash head-on here.

……

Inside the players' tunnel.

The lights are bright.

The air, however, felt somewhat heavy.

The players from both teams lined up on either side.

Waiting to make their appearance.

The sound of sneakers hitting the ground.

The sound of the shin guards colliding.

Occasionally, people would talk in hushed tones.

More often than not.

It is silence.

Donnarumma stood at the front of the line.

He is tall.

His expression carried the sharpness unique to a young goalkeeper.

He glanced around.

Soon they spotted Viviano on the other side.

Both are goalkeepers for the Italian national team.

He took the initiative to walk over.

"Hi."

Viviano looked up.

He nodded.

"Hi."

simple.

polite.

That's it.

Both of them wore professional politeness.

They weren't exactly close.

That's normal.

One of them is the national team's third goalkeeper.

Experienced, but in a marginal position.

One is a rising star who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

At such a young age, he is already seen as a potential future star.

Among colleagues.

In many cases, there is no hostility involved.

But it's also difficult to get truly close to them.

That's not a friendship.

More like a competitor.

Donnarumma didn't say anything more.

He turned around and prepared to go back.

Just then.

His gaze.

It landed on Lin Qi on the other side.

There was a one-second pause.

Then he took two steps closer.

"Forest."

The sound wasn't loud.

But several people around heard it.

Lin Qi looked up at him.

Donnarumma's lips curled into a slight smile.

"today."

"You want to score in the goal I'm guarding."

"That's unlikely."

His tone was clearly provocative.

It also carries the confidence of young people.

In his view.

Head coach Montella has thoroughly studied Sampdoria's first two matches.

Lin Qi's activity area.

Habitual positioning.

The way the midfield connects.

Key deployments have been made for all of them.

In addition, there's their proud gate-line technique and reaction speed.

He is indeed very confident today.

The expressions of the AC Milan players standing nearby changed instantly.

Someone instinctively rubbed their forehead.

Someone's lips twitched.

Almost simultaneously, one sentence popped into my mind:

Seal this guy's mouth shut.

Go ahead and provoke me.

Don't casually bring up things like "The coach has figured you out."

Tactical plans are for execution on the field.

This wasn't shared during a pre-match chat.

Moreover.

The guy across from me is on fire lately.

Why are you provoking him?

But the words had already been spoken.

It's too late to get it back.

In the players' tunnel.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

All eyes were on them.

All of this fell on Lin Qi.

Lin Qi simply looked at Donaruma.

Then he smiled.

It's very light.

Very peaceful.

There was no response.

There was no explanation.

There was no emotional fluctuation.

But in that smile.

It's as if they're saying, "We'll see who's truly capable on stage later."

Donnarumma stared at him for two seconds.

He gave a soft hum.

He turned around and went back to the queue.

The end of the passage.

The staff member raised his hand in a gesture.

"Ready to enter the game!"

The lights came on.

The roar of the stadium.

It surged in like ocean waves.

This moment.

All words.

It doesn't matter anymore.

The real answer can only be given on the lawn.

……

"Alright, the players from both sides have begun to enter the field."

He Wei's voice slowly rang out.

"We can see it from the shots shown by the director."

"The stands for today's game are filled with celebrities."

"This is not just a league game."

"It's more like a grand event for the city of Milan."

The camera pans across the various VIP seats.

"The first person we see is George Clooney."

"A famous Hollywood movie star."

"I have long been a supporter of AC Milan."

"Elegance and classic style".

"It complements the spirit of this team perfectly."

Xu Yang quickly responded.

"Yes, that's right, she definitely has a very elegant demeanor."

The scene shifts.

"This is Valentino Rossi."

"A legendary figure in the motorcycle industry."

"A synonym for speed and passion."

"Perhaps he chose to come to San Siro because it also reveres speed and believes in victory."

Xu Yang continued to nod.

"Yes, that's what I mean."

next second.

The camera focuses on an elderly man with silver hair.

"What we see is Giorgio Armani."

"The creator of a fashion empire."

"In Milan."

"Some names belong to brands."

"Some names belong to the city itself."

"Armani undoubtedly belongs to the latter category."

Xu Yang:

"Hmm... Milan is indeed a fashion capital."

The camera continues to switch scenes.

"This one is Roberto Saviano."

"A famous Italian writer."

"Words record reality."

"And football records the emotions of an era."

"He's here tonight too, to witness this clash."

Xu Yang didn't know how to respond for a moment.

Silence for two seconds.

"Hmm...it has a cultured air about it."

He Wei barely paused.

"Look over here."

Monica Bellucci.

"A cinematic legend on the silver screen."

"And the lights of San Siro are just as dazzling tonight."

Xu Yang got completely into the rhythm.

"Yes, yes, yes."

The camera suddenly shifts.

Give it to the other side of the stands.

A young girl appeared on the big screen.

She has a sweet appearance.

Fair skin.

Her smile was bright.

A cheer immediately erupted from the crowd.

……