Leveraging the momentum of the Milan Derby, we have the experience of the last game.
In this Champions League group match, Mourinho did not intend to give his opponents any chance.
Wang Xiaodong won the starting spot and became the last solid nail in Inter Milan's midfield.
Under the guard of Wang Xiaodong, Ibrahimovic and Quaresma seemed to be cheating, running rampant in the frontcourt.
Before the first half was over, Ibrahimovic scored twice with a head kick and a kick.
Quaresma also received an assist.
After the start of the second half, Werder Bremen, playing at home, seemed to be thinking about a comeback.
After Wang Xiaodong knocked down four players in a row, the home team finally stopped.
Thomas, who was the head coach of Werder Bremen at the time, had to choose to stop playing in order to take into account the upcoming Bundesliga and other games.
However, Inter Milan, who were playing more and more smoothly, had no intention of letting their opponents go. Before the end of the game, Wang Xiaodong sent another assist, helping Inter Milan win 3-0.
After the game, we returned to Milan and the team trained normally.
On this day, Balotelli finally waited until the limelight had passed and appeared at the training ground.
Seeing Balotelli appear, the guys looked at each other.
Seeing this, Zanetti came to Wang Xiaodong and asked quietly: "DONG, are you sure?"
"Didn't you verify it?" Wang Xiaodong shrugged, "That thing is as commonplace to me."
Zanetti nodded after hearing this and looked at Balotelli with a sinister smile on his face.
In fact, every team member who knows tonight's plan will smile unconsciously when they see Balotelli.
Later, even the very nervous Balotelli felt something was wrong.
After the training in the evening, Balotelli approached Wang Xiaodong and whispered: "DONG, I don't know what happened today. Why are those guys looking at me with evil intentions?"
"Are you staring at my anus?"
"Shet, those old SPs, I will never let them succeed!"
After hearing this, Wang Xiaodong almost choked on a mouthful of salt soda. He coughed several times and then shook his head and said, "Mario, you misunderstood. Those guys are planning to give you a surprise tonight!"
"Surprise? What surprise? Am I celebrating my birthday again?" Balotelli asked happily when he heard it was a "surprise".
"If you want to celebrate your birthday, you have to wait until next year!" Wang Xiaodong shook his head, "They are going to hold a party for you to celebrate your release from the ban."
"Oh, that's it! Is there any cake?"
"Yes!" Wang Xiaodong nodded, "Not only are there cakes, but there are also gifts!"
"Ha, I like gifts the most!" Balotelli smiled happily. "It's best to have the latest version of the live broadcast. I heard it will be on the market soon. Look at the update this time. I may use six forwards. I can beat you!"
"Why?"
"Because the midfielder has become you!" Balotelli said proudly.
"Well, I didn't expect you to trust me so much!" Wang Xiaodong patted Balotelli on the shoulder with a look of regret on his face.
This kid is still very kind-hearted.
When I returned home in the evening, the entire castle had been decorated as a party scene.
Not only are Inter Milan players participating, but there are also some sexy girls in scantily clad clothes.
As soon as he saw those shiny long legs, Balotelli's eyes widened.
"Oh my God, this is such a surprise!"
After returning to his "own home" anyway, Balotelli immediately pulled out a bottle of champagne, hugged a girl, and came to Zanetti carelessly.
"Captain, thank you for coming. What do you think of this? I picked it especially for you!"
Balotelli is a simple child with no other bad intentions.
He said so, and he thought so in his heart.
But for Zanetti, a good man, this is a bit disrespectful to him.
Zanetti coughed a few times and suppressed the anger in her heart.
"Have fun Mario, this may be the last time you have such fun."
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"It's not interesting." Zanetti said, holding the wine glass and walking away.
Although some sullen old men on the team were also present, it was "our home" after all.
Balotelli was playing and getting a little drunk.
Now the party has reached its climax, everyone gathered in a circle and played the King Game.
Balotelli has long been fascinated by this atmosphere.
His simple brain had never thought about why these good family-oriented men on the team would appear on such an occasion today to accompany him to HAPPY.
"...I request No. 3 to give No. 14 a long and affectionate French kiss!"
After the king gave the order, the girl on Cambiaso's lap stood up instantly and walked gracefully to Zanetti.
Looking at the red lips, Zanetti closed her eyes and prayed to God in her heart.
I hope I won’t be scolded by my wife when I go back tonight.
Seeing that the captain sacrificed himself for a kiss, Balotelli became even more excited.
After a long, drawn kiss, Zanetti looked a little ugly and used colors to indicate that the plan should be carried out quickly.
Ever since, after another round of cards was dealt out, Zanetti reached out and flipped it, and the king card appeared in his hand.
"I ask No. 6 to perform a unique skill on No. 2!"
"No. 2 is me, it's me, who is No. 6?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Balotelli stretched out his hand and held up the number plate in his hand.
"Ah, I'm number 6."
A choppy redhead on Cambiaso's lap stood up, stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
"Oh my God, what a long tongue!" Balotelli screamed.
"My unique skill...needs you to stand firm and spread your legs..." Sophia said softly.
"Okay, okay, I'll just cooperate."
Balotelli quickly stood up, walked to the crowd and asked loudly: "Can you look at this?"
Seeing Balotelli who was about to take off his pants, Zanetti hurriedly waved his hands in disgust. Ibrahimovic and Quaresma, who had already prepared everything, erected a tabletop more than two meters high.
"I need you to stand against that board."
"No problem!" Balotelli took the initiative and leaned forward.
"And then you have to close your eyes so your senses are at their peak."
Sofia ran her index finger across Balotelli's chest, then stepped forward and put on an eye patch for him.
"And your arms, legs..."
Sofia said, also taking out a silk scarf and fixing Balotelli's hands and feet on the table.
At this time, the Italian boy was only fantasizing about the moment when his shorts were taken off by the opponent. He even shouted excitedly: "Oh, Kang Muang, come on Beibi!"
However, at this moment, the blindfolded Balotelli suddenly heard Sofia shout softly: "Ah, I made a mistake. What I took was not No. 6, but No. 9!"
"No. 9? Who is No. 9? You can just replace the yellow-haired Mary!" Balotelli yelled loudly.
"Sorry Mario, it's me on the 6th."
Balotelli's ears perked up, as if he heard Wang Xiaodong's voice.
Just when Balotelli was confused, his blindfold was lifted.
Where are the three-point girls in the hall?
A dozen teammates stood in a circle in front of him, looking malicious.
"Oh, Shet, what's going on?"
"Let me go, let me go!"
"DONG, Captain, help!!!"
Although he didn't know what was going to happen next, Balotelli instinctively felt that something was wrong.
"It's okay Mario, please bear with me."
Wang Xiaodong smiled and said, "Although my unique skill is different from what you imagined, it still requires you to make such a gesture to cooperate."
After saying that, Ibrahimovic took 5 sharp flying knives from the side and handed them to Wang Xiaodong with a sinister smile on his face.
"Oh, Shet, DONG, what do you want to do?"
"That's no joke..."
Whoosh!
Snapped!
Wang Xiaodong said nothing, and with a flick of his hand, the flying knife flew five meters away and was inserted into Balotelli's mouth.
Looking at the flying knife so close, Balotelli swallowed involuntarily.
Damn, this is the real deal!
"DONG, I was wrong, please let me go!"
Although Balotelli didn't know where he had offended his teammates, it was always right to beg for mercy as soon as possible.
However, Wang Xiaodong ignored him and quickly took out the second flying knife.
Whoosh!
Snapped!
The second throwing knife was inserted into Balotelli's other ear.
Seeing the flying knife that penetrated into the wooden board, even Quaresma on the side took a breath.
If this interferes with someone...
"Captain, how about my move? Is it a unique skill?"
"Of course!" Zanetti nodded and extended his thumb. "DONG, continue, there are three more."
"Stop, stop joking! Captain, DONG, I was really wrong! Wuwuwuwu~~~"
At this moment, Balotelli felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell. He was clearly enjoying a oral performance, but why did he become the target of a flying knife?
After Wang Xiaodong threw two throwing knives in succession to trace the body, Balotelli was so frightened that he panicked, with snot and tears running down his face.
When the last flying knife was left, Wang Xiaodong took the blindfold from Ibrahimovic's hand and put it directly on his own eyes.
Seeing the last flying knife in his hand, even Cambiaso and others shook their heads.
"Are you going to drink too much in the future?"
"No, I won't drink randomly!"
"Are you still looking for women randomly in the future?"
"No, I won't look for it anymore!"
"Will you continue to browse pornographic websites in the future?"
"No, I won't watch it anymore!"
Seeing that Balotelli admitted his mistake sincerely, Zanetti nodded and indicated that it was time to stop there.
However, just as Quaresma was about to untie the rope from Balotelli's arm, there was another "whoosh" sound that broke through the air.
Snapped!
The last one flew accurately between Balotelli's legs, just one centimeter away from Balotelli.
Seeing this, everyone including Zanetti felt their crotches feel cold and subconsciously tightened their legs.
"DONG, you..."
Zanetti was shocked and angry.
It's already a huge risk for you to throw a throwing knife. The last one was just to scare him, but he didn't expect you to actually throw it.
You are still blindfolded!
Wang Xiaodong took off his blindfold, looked at the horrified teammates, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like this? Did I miss the last shot?"
"Uh... it hit... no, it didn't hit, it didn't hit..." Zanetti didn't know what to say.
Just when everyone wanted to carefully check whether the throw was successful, Balotelli was severely frightened and his brain activated the self-protection program, his head tilted and he fainted.
Drops of yellow liquid were dripping down his trousers and the knife handle to the ground.
