Star Coach

Jiangshan was very dissatisfied with the referee's handling of the situation. When Real Madrid got the ball, it was also past the injury time, but they got the last chance to attack. Monaco was about to launch a counterattack, but was immediately stopped.

"This half was very exciting. The two teams have scored four goals in total. It is still a goal-scoring battle." Xu Yang quickly summed up, "In the last game, the two teams scored six goals in total. There is still half a game left, and 10 goals have been scored."

"I didn't expect Monaco's offensive power to be so strong. Real Madrid's Makelele did not play, which had a great impact on their defense. Judging from the current big score, Real Madrid still holds the initiative to advance, and Monaco is in a difficult situation."

Huang Jianxiang nodded, "That's right, but we can't forget Jiangshan's coaching ability. He fully released the team's potential. Who would have thought that the young Ribery would start? Who would have thought that Ribery and Drogba would score?"

Bosque and Jiangshan were not satisfied with the score of 2:2 at halftime. Jiangshan didn't want to be eliminated, so he certainly wanted to prove himself by stepping on Real Madrid. What could be more exciting than surpassing the Galacticos to advance?

Bosque was worried about the two goals lost by the team, which was completely caused by Real Madrid's personnel configuration. If Hierro and Makelele played, Monaco would only score one goal at most.

Zicos panted and walked slowly back to the player's tunnel. Suddenly, he heard a loud shout: "Jiangshan... I love you!"

The shout was very high-pitched, and it was obvious that he had practiced singing, "Jiangshan, come on... Monaco, come on!"

The players of Monaco also heard it. They raised their heads and their heartbeats accelerated. God!

Who is that? Who is shouting above the player's tunnel? Come on for Jiangshan, come on for Monaco.

Alijie, she rushed to the top of the tunnel and shouted, come on for Monaco.

Ribery was trembling all over, "I... am I dreaming? Is this Alix? I feel so happy."

Jiuli was also very excited, "Oh my God! Alix is ​​cheering for us, I am full of energy."

Jiangshan smiled slightly, saying that it was nothing.

Zikos took a few glances secretly, "That smile, I feel the taste of love, woooo... why is she cheering for Jiangshan."

The electric corgi hips, slender waist, broad mind, and sweet smile, isn't this the taste of first love?

Alix blocked Jiangshan, "Jiangshan, I want the team's signature, you are heroes, you must cheer!"

Jiangshan took the Monaco jersey, smiled and nodded, "Let's see if they can win the game."

"We will definitely win the game." Jiuli took the lead and roared, and rushed into the locker room, "I want to rest for one more minute, and then go out and fight hard."

The players' pace suddenly accelerated, which was a bit scary. Jiangshan felt abandoned. Is this still the Monaco player he is familiar with? A bunch of guys dancing with the wind.

Real Madrid players were equally unhappy when they saw Monaco's treatment. Makelele looked at them enviously, "Alizee, my goddess, is not a supporter of Real Madrid. Am I going to leave Real Madrid?"

Zidane passed through the player's tunnel and thought about saying hello to his fellow countryman. After all, he is also a hero of France, and Alizee will definitely know him. He looked up, where is Alizee?

"Where is she? Gone?"

Feeling lost, his heart was empty.

In the locker room, Bosque glanced at the text message on his mobile phone and threw it aside angrily, "He controls everything, and even my peeing and farting? He is the biggest, hum!"

Makelele was smart, took a look secretly, and his face suddenly changed, "No, I want to strongly demand a raise. I am an unloved child, and I want to become a high-paid person. My contribution to the team is no worse than anyone else."

Makelele was thinking about the content of the text message. He just nodded instinctively and had no idea what Bosque said.

The atmosphere in the Monaco team's locker room... was not depressing at all.

Jiangshan found strangely that he didn't need any mobilization, the players were already full of strength, Giuly was still laughing strangely, Drogba muttered to himself, "Hero, hero, I am a hero."

Jiangshan sighed quietly, "I am not as good as a female star's smile, look, look, this is why I am a star coach."

After watching for a while, Jiangshan stamped his feet, "You guys, are you okay? Who can't, I want to change people."

"Okay!" Everyone said in unison, no one wanted to be replaced.

Smith was shocked, "My God, are these people crazy? Jiangshan said that I should come on the bench, what should I do now?"

Jiangshan clapped his hands with satisfaction, "Everyone knows, we are still two goals short, if we can't score, our game is over, and the season is over."

This season in Ligue 1, Monaco can only enter the European war zone at most, and can't get a trophy. As long as the Champions League is eliminated, their season is over.

The players quieted down, clenched their fists, no one spoke, they held their breath and prepared to fight.

"Go on the court. Next season, maybe you will all become players for a top club. Congratulations." Jiang Shan joked.

Giuly and Rothen forced a smile and continued to confess their previous coup. Giuly clenched his fists, "For the dream of a top club and for my personal honor, I will fight."

"Okay, audience friends, the Champions League semi-finals. The second half of Real Madrid's away game against Monaco is about to begin, and the players appear in the player tunnel." Xu Yang looked at the Real Madrid players and unconsciously sang a hymn, "Real Madrid players are tall and strong, and they are more camera-savvy than Monaco players."

"Of course, this is just a joke. A player's ability is not determined by his height. Maradona is less than 1.7 meters tall, but he still became a top athlete." Huang Jianxiang wiped Xu Yang's ass and hinted him not to talk nonsense.

"Hehe, there is a player on the field who is less than 1.7 meters tall, Monaco's Ludovic Giuly. He is the ace player of Monaco. Unfortunately, he was very quiet today and did not show his due level." Xu Yang said with a smile.

"Real Madrid's Makelele is also about 1.7 meters tall, but his defensive role is very obvious. We don't know why Coach Bosque didn't arrange for him to play."

Jiuli scratched his ears and shook his legs, feeling good, "Jiangshan is popular with women, but I have old classmates. Hehe, enjoy it after the game."

Jiangshan walked to Jiuli and put his arm around his shoulder, "How do you feel, man? You are our biggest trump card. You played a bigger role than Zidane today. I hope you can continue to suppress him on the court."

Jiuli took a deep breath, "I will. I hid my strength in the first half. In the second half of the game, I will definitely try my best."

Jiangshan's face was solemn. Monaco needed three goals to reverse the situation, which was extremely difficult. Scoring two goals would only drag the game into overtime.

Overtime would be difficult to control. If Hierro and Makelele played, Real Madrid's defensive level would immediately rise to a higher level, and Monaco would have almost no hope of winning.

In any case, the road to heaven is in front of us, and we can only rush forward.