Super Marshal

It was still the same VIP box as before, and it was still the same middle-aged Slav with English glasses. The only difference was that Peter Kenyon, the CEO of Manchester United, also sat between the two of them.

Looking at the shocking score on the scoreboard, the middle-aged Slav was full of shock and astonishment.

"Lost, he actually lost, and lost like this!"

The last long sigh made people feel his disappointment.

He used to have high hopes for Gao Han, but now he is greatly disappointed.

It's a good shot, but it falls short!

"I've said it a long time ago, the Champions League final is completely different from other competitions, and it cannot be judged by the strength of the team."

England glasses is cheerful, very proud of his accurate judgment before the game.

"Atletico Madrid did have the advantage in the first 20 minutes, but the biggest weakness of this team lies in their youth and lack of experience in major finals, which makes it difficult for them to calm down after conceding a goal, and this It's very deadly."

Peter Kenyon also nodded hastily, "Yeah, it has nothing to do with strength, I can only say that it's a pity."

The game has been played to three to zero, and there is no suspense at all.

"The good show has just begun. If we continue to play like this, maybe we can score an astonishingly large score in the second half and set a record for the Champions League final." England Glasses said excitedly.

As a neutral fan, he has no good or bad impression of the two teams, and he is just watching the fun and not afraid of big things.

But the middle-aged Slav closed his eyes after hearing this, and when he opened them again, he let out a heavy breath and stood up from his seat.

"Let's go, it sucks!"

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the VIP box first, without any nostalgia.

England glasses and Peter Kenyon looked at each other, smiled helplessly, and followed them out.

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"Young, really too young."

In the VIP area of ​​Old Trafford, Ferguson heaved a sigh of relief and murmured.

Sitting next to him are coaches Aragones and Heynckes who flew over from Spain. They came here to support Gao Han and Atletico Madrid, but unexpectedly...

"If the average age was two years older, the game would definitely not be what it is now."

Neither Aragones nor Heynckes refuted Ferguson's judgment.

Anyone who is familiar with professional football knows that two years is a huge difference for professional players.

Especially for a young team like Atletico Madrid, two years is enough for them to mature.

If you regard a team as a person, then Atlético de Madrid is about 17 or 18 years old, in the prime of youth, while AC Milan is like a middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s, full of vigor and experience.

Everyone knows that Gao Han has already made enough pre-match preparations, which can be seen from the team's steady control of the situation 20 minutes before the start, but all of this was completely disrupted after that sudden goal up.

What is certain is that Gao Han must have plans and plans to concede the ball first, but the young players who are on the court and are under the pressure of the Champions League final probably can't take care of them, they are already in chaos.

"Everyone says that Lippi is an old fox, but in my opinion, Ancelotti is a little fox. The Italian coaches are so virtuous and cunning." Aragones cursed angrily.

As the head coach of Spain, he really doesn't have much affection for Italian coaches.

"Ancelotti is very tenacious, and has a high level of tactical literacy. He is a professional player with rich experience. He grasped the timing very well. He is very resolute and decisive. In addition, the team is relatively mature and stable. There is really nothing to say."

Relatively speaking, Heynckes' evaluation is more objective and neutral.

Listening to his tone, I also feel sorry for Atletico Madrid, but there is no problem with AC Milan's goal.

"It's about halftime, let's see what Gao Han does." Aragones said with a sullen face.

Ferguson was surprised when he heard that, "Why, haven't you planned to give up yet?"

"Give up?" Aragones sneered, "Atletico Madrid's tradition is that even if the battle reaches the last moment, they will never give up lightly. Besides, if you give up like this, then you will underestimate Gao Han."

Ferguson was slightly surprised, but soon understood.

Atlético de Madrid's ability to make it to this day is definitely due to killing corpses in a sea of ​​blood. If you don't have a bit of backbone, you can't do it at all.

"The key is to revive the morale of the team. With Atletico Madrid's offensive power, as long as they play normally, there may not be no chance of turning defeat into victory." Heynckes also agrees with Aragones' judgment.

Aragones nodded, "Gao Han always comes up with amazing tricks, which is surprising. I hope he will do the same this time."

When they said this, Ferguson and Heynckes couldn't help but also looked forward to it.

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The first half ended with 3-0.

The entire Old Trafford stadium has completely become a carnival for Rossoneri fans.

Atlético Madrid fans were collectively silent, and even appeared in the live TV footage, many fans were secretly crying.

The AC Milan players returned to the locker room with three goals contented.

Everyone's face is full of excitement and excitement, because they all know that this score is enough to ensure that they win the Champions League, but they are not proud of it.

Because there is still a second half.

As experienced professional players, all of them know that Atletico Madrid is not as weak as the score shows. As long as they are careless, their opponents may immediately reverse the situation or even turn defeat into victory.

Of course, this possibility is slim to impossible.

But they still have to be careful.

As usual, after entering the locker room, the big guys began to discuss the first half of the game.

Among the frontcourt players, Seedorf performed very unsatisfactorily. Not only did he not contribute to the three goals, but even in other offenses, he seemed invisible.

"That Marcos Senna guy was watching me really hard," Seedorf explained.

Everyone could see that he was a little nervous.

This affected his performance.

But Maldini pointed at him unceremoniously, "Clarence, I have to remind you to be more careful when defending. The area where you are always becomes the opponent's breakthrough."

"I need to run for the attack, so sometimes it's too late to get back into position."

"No, no, no, you should think about defense first, and you always run to the middle." Maldini said without allowing him to refute.

For Maldini, no one in the AC Milan locker room dissatisfied.

Because of his rich experience, he can always see through his teammates at a glance.

The same conversation happened to other players, such as Gattuso and Ambrosini, who were underperforming, and Caladze.

Participating in the Champions League final is the dream of every professional player.

But when this moment really comes, many people will feel nervous about it, and then perform abnormally.

Even Gattuso and Ambrosini, who have thick lines, can't help but sometimes fall short of their performance.

But everyone knows that Pirlo's weak defensive ability as a lagging organizer makes Ambrosini and Gattuso in the midfield a must, especially the latter.

Therefore, everyone has a more tolerant attitude towards them.

But to participate in the Champions League final, even if you are already leading by three goals, the whistle at the end of the game has not sounded, and everyone is still under heavy pressure and burden, so the discussion in the locker room is getting louder, and the accusations and rebuttals are also It became more and more intense, and finally it even looked a bit like arguing.

When Ancelotti walked into the locker room and heard his players arguing like the aunts in the vegetable market, his face immediately sank.

"Everyone shut up!"

Ancelotti gave an order, and everyone fell silent.

As a star of AC Milan, he has such weight and influence in this team.

"I'll give you five minutes to think about your poor performance in the first half. If Atlético Madrid hadn't missed too many scoring chances, we would have conceded a few goals and still had three goals intact. Bi Zero back to the locker room?"

Ancelotti's accusation made all the players bow their heads because it was true.

"In five minutes, I don't want to hear any of you, not a single word. You all calm down."

Ancelotti glared at everyone, making everyone who glanced at them tremble.

"After five minutes, let's summarize the first half and study the second half."

"But I want to remind you of one thing. Atletico Madrid is not so easy to be knocked down. The opponent who is cornered is often the scariest."

Ancelotti's words made everyone in the locker room serious.

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"We lost, woo woo woo, we lost!"

"I can't believe we lost."

"My God, my God, how is this possible?"

"We have come here so hard, how can we lose? Haven't we always won?"

"Woo woo woo..."

"We beat Steaua Brest 4-0 and Barcelona 4-0, is it our turn now?"

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At half-time, compared to the joy of AC Milan fans, Atletico Madrid fans were in mourning.

Being behind zero to three in the first half made them completely desperate for the game.

Each of them deeply loves this team, but at this moment, they have to accept the reality.

Zero to three, they have already lost!

Among them, most of the fans have also given up and lost interest.

But there are also a small number of fans who are still persistently persisting.

When they hear the frustrated voices of their companions around them, they can't help persuading them.

"No, there is still the second half, brothers, we still have a chance!"

"Yes, the game is not over yet, we can't just give up!"

"My God, are you still the sons of the Sea God? Are we going to admit defeat in advance?"

"In the tradition of Atlético de Madrid, there has never been a word of admitting defeat!"

"That's right, maybe Gao Han is trying to turn the situation around in the locker room, we can't admit defeat so quickly!"

"Sing, come on guys, let's sing, don't lose to those Italian sons of bitches!"

"Fight with them!"

"Sing our team song, brothers, don't give up!"

"Come on, we won't lose to anyone!"

...

The weak singing gradually sounded in the stands of Atlético de Madrid fans. It was easily drowned in the wave of celebrations of AC Milan fans, but it survived tenaciously and gradually infected the people around it, gradually spreading...

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