In a corner of the stands of the AOL stadium in Hamburg, a row of four girls who were dressed in low-key but could not hide their charm, all staring at everything that happened in the stadium with a lonely expression.

It was Cheriel, Lucy, Louise and Miranda Kerr.

With the help of Lucy, Miranda Kerr has become a formal angel supermodel in "Victoria's Secret". He has not paid the same bitter price as other angel supermodels.

So she was grateful to Lucy and Qiao Wanxian.

But now, she watched Qiao Wanxian's lonely back disappear silently at the entrance of the player's passage, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness and tears rolled out of her eyes.

It didn't slip, it just circulated around its eyelashes, silently enduring it, just like Qiao Wanxian who has disappeared from everyone's sight now.

Miranda doesn't know much about football, but she understands feelings!

Some people say that happiness that no one shares is not real happiness; pain that no one shares is real pain.

In Miranda's eyes, Qiao Wanxian is undoubtedly the interpretation of this sentence.

Qiao Wanxian looks very glorious and famous, but she understands that the head coach has never been a simple job. He works hard, is tiring, and is under great pressure, and cannot share the pain caused by this career with others, because you must make people feel your confidence at any time and under any circumstances.

Only in this way can you bring confidence to your assistants and players.

At the same time, this is another industry that creates happiness for people around you. As long as you win, everyone will be happy and happy.

This is a very unfair world. Because of poor grades, I will be the first to ask for trouble for the head coach.

Therefore, even if you are as strong as Qiao Dapao, you still have to bear such pressure.

It is hard to imagine who could support it if he didn’t really love football and love this sport?

Considering that Lucy was pregnant, Miranda held back the tears in her eyes. She wiped it quietly, and then asked casually: "Didn't it say that Italy's offense is bad? Why have they scored two goals?"

Louise sat next to Miranda and couldn't help feeling sad when she saw her face facing Cheryl and Lucy with a flattering look on her face.

Being a woman is so hard!

It's like a behind-the-soccer game.

Louise pursed her lips tightly and grabbed Miranda's little hand. She sighed quietly. She strongly suggested that Keer join in in order to compete for favor, but now she doesn't know whether such a decision is right or wrong.

Cheryl is Qiao Wanxian's legitimate wife, so she naturally has to put on her airs and often shows her queen style in a condescending manner.

"Offensive poor?" Cheriel shook his head and said seriously: "Italian offensive poorly, that's relatively speaking. This is the quarterfinals of the World Cup. Can you get through this level if you have poor offense?"

After a pause, Cheryl sighed again and said pronounced: "The teams trained by the real top coach must be good at attacking and defense, and can easily convert between offense and defense. Therefore, when Italy wants to attack, their offensive ability may not lose to any other team."

The Italian national team has many similarities with Serie A team. It is an illusion that they are not good at attacking, but because they pay more attention to steady victory, they usually do not play too risky offense and adopt a more stable way to win the game, which gives people the illusion that they are not good at attacking.

In fact, when Serie A teams really take their time to attack, their attack power is often even more terrifying.

However, Lucy obviously didn't think so, and pouted and said, "No! Italy's offense is just bad, far from the French team!"

Lucy is pregnant now, even Cheryl has to give in to three points. As soon as she said this, Cheryl smiled: "Yes, they are far inferior to her husband's team!"

"Why are you still behind?" Miranda didn't know football, she didn't know Cheryl, Lucy and others were all showing off their faces. She frowned and muttered in a low voice.

Hearing this, Cheryl, Lucy, and Louise immediately stared at Miranda's face with three pairs of wonderful eyes, and said in unison: "That's called "Farewell first and then soldiers!"

Miranda stuck out her tongue and her pretty face suddenly turned red.

"Huh? It's a call, it's... it's my husband!" Cheryl took out his cell phone and couldn't help but exclaim after seeing the call number.

Lucy and Louise's eyes lit up instantly, and they couldn't help but come up. Miranda pursed her lips and wanted to step forward, but she was a little confused.

But Cheryl frowned and pushed Lucy gently, and said in a soft voice: "Stay away from me, the phone will be radiated!"

Lucy immediately pouted her mouth, looking very reluctant.

Miranda Kerr smiled and took advantage of the loophole left by Lucy and fell over with joy.

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Although the French team fell behind 0:2, the players had gone through Qiao Wanxian's terrifying cheating. Once the situation was controlled and the opponent did not give the opponent a chance to fight back, Italy wanted to knock on the French team's door through positional battles, and there was no such possibility.

Qiao Wanxian gave the team a military order to stabilize the situation, and then returned to the locker room with confidence because of this strong confidence.

Sure enough, in the last ten minutes of the first half, the French team was firmly operating the ball in the midfield. Although Zidane was angry, he wanted to rush to attack and score a goal, and teach Matrazi a lesson.

But he also knew that the team was behind 0:2 now and could no longer launch an offense rashly. He had to wait for the head coach's new tactical deployment, and retreated slightly from the position and passed the ball calmly.

In these ten minutes, the French team only created one shot opportunity. Marklele passed the ball in the midfield, Pire broke through on the left and passed the penalty area, and Trezege grabbed a point and shot in the small penalty area, which was very powerful!

But the angle was too straight and he was stabbed out by goalkeeper Buffon.

With the referee's whistle, the first half ended, with France falling behind two goals and ending the first half in a posture beyond everyone's expectations.

The locker room was quiet and everyone was sitting there, motionless.

Vieira was the last player to break open the door of the locker room and walked in. He took off his jersey, revealing the white shirt inside, which read: "Frank, welcome back!"

In addition to Vieira, offensive players such as Henry, Pire, Trezeguet have all wore such shirts, hoping to expose the shirt when scoring the goal. This is a special gift for Ribery.

Because just yesterday, Ribery had officially gathered with the team to participate in formal training. The team doctor was optimistic that Ribery would definitely have a chance to appear in the semi-finals!

But now...

"clatter!"

Vieira took off her sweat-soaked shirt and threw it heavily onto the wardrobe, making a muffled sound.

"Patrick, what are you doing?" Zidane was very upset. After seeing Vieira's movements, his face couldn't help but sank.

Vieira respected Zidane, but this does not mean that he has a good temper. He glanced around his teammates, breathed rapidly, and said with anger: "What am I doing? I still want to ask you! What are you doing?"

"The boss told us to focus, be careful, be cautious, and be patient before the game! But look at our first half. What did we do? We played just a piece of shit. Not to mention two balls, we couldn't even score a single ball! Damn, what a damn bastard!"

After venting, Vieira obviously hadn't finished venting her anger. She pointed to the shirt under the wardrobe and said gritting her teeth: "We worked hard to get such a jersey. Is it useful? There is no chance to show it! I feel like we are just a fucking group of foils. We walked into this stadium just to show the strength of Italy!"

At the end of the day, Vieira fell to his seat, lowered her head, and tapped her head with both hands, muttering vaguely: "Go to the World Cup, go to the Italy. I never want to play football in Italy again!"

Vieira's vent, his own words, listened clearly to everyone's ears.

No one can refute anything and say nothing.

“Roman City is dressed up more brilliantly,

The flag of the nation is fluttering in the wind.

I was excited when I arrived in Rome.

At this moment, he turned into a high spirit of fighting spirit.

In the summer of Italy, the blue sky shines,

Enhancing friendship is the expectation of everyone.

The green field was warm and nervous,

Let's see who defeats the other party with joy and thunder!”

Outside, the passionate Italians were singing "Summer of Italy" in unison. The song did not stop because of the intermission. They were entering the locker room one after another. In the silent locker room, it seemed particularly clear. It was a chorus of tens of thousands of people, with magnificent waves.

Just as everyone was thinking about things, the door of the locker room was slowly pushed open.

Qiao Wanxian's figure appeared in front of everyone.

He walked into the locker room but did not close the door, hoping that the players would listen. There were still laughter and cheers coming from the distance of the players' passage.

There is no doubt that it was a dressing room from Italy.

The players were stunned.

Are the Italians already celebrating?

Do they think Italy has advanced to the semi-finals ahead of schedule?

In the French team's locker room, everyone's faces appeared with anger and an indignation that could not be concealed.

When the sound disappeared, Qiao Wanxian closed the door of the locker room again.

In the locker room, everyone raised their heads and looked at Qiao Wanxian who was walking in.

It can be said that by now, they have completely lost their inch and completely lost their confidence. The only thing that can support them to continue fighting is their absolute trust in Qiao Wanxian over the past year and the various miracles that Qiao Wanxian has created in the football world.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be leaking a message - boss, please tell us what to do!

"I came back a few minutes in advance and called my wife. Alas, we played football in the stadium, and they worked very hard in the stands..."

Qiao Wanxian shook his head, and a seemingly careless sentence made every player feel uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!