In the live broadcast room, Di Livio was still praising Juventus' wonderful performance this season.
On the football field, players from the two teams were exchanging jerseys and showing sympathy to each other.
Trezeguet, who scored the winning goal, put his arm around Salihamidzic's shoulders. His gratitude to the Bosnian veteran was beyond words.
"Man, actually you can shoot the last ball yourself. I believe you will be fine."
"Haha, I'm more sure to pass it to you. You are the number one center in the world in my heart."
"Don't praise me, your achievements are not inferior to mine. I still think you should shoot it yourself. Even if it is a mistake, we still have a corner kick opportunity and the team can end with a draw, no problem."
"David, you were leading the Serie A scorer list this season, but after Adriano scored two goals in a row, his number of goals has reached 28, surpassing you. I have to help you score another goal, help You win the Serie A Golden Boot again!”
Looking at Salihamidzic with a sincere face, Trezeguet felt a surge of warmth in his chest.
"Thank you, old man. I really want to play with you for one more season, and we can win a few more championships together!"
"David, I'm old and want to take a break. Bayern wants me to go back and join the management. I also have to prepare for my post-retirement career. You still have a chance. Sir is a super coach. Juventus will definitely win the championship next year." A lot of championships.”
"That's natural! Even if you are in front of the TV next year, don't forget to cheer us on!"
"No problem! As long as it's not a game between Juventus and Bayern, I fully support Juventus, hahaha!"
Materazzi is exchanging jerseys with Barzagli.
The pair of national team partners held each other's shoulders at this time and lamented the passage of time.
"I didn't expect that you won the Serie A title in your first season at Juventus. Congratulations."
"It's just that I was lucky. I met strong teammates and a top coach."
"Well, that guy Yun Sheng is indeed very good, and it will be fun to get along with him. I heard Mourinho chat with me, and he said that Yun Sheng has many similarities with his personality."
"Stop talking nonsense. Sir, he is gentle and gentle, just like a professor. He is different from that arrogant and domineering special one of yours."
"You just look at the appearance. In fact, he is a very good person. If there is a chance to be on the same team as Yun Sheng, it will definitely be interesting."
"How about I recommend you to Juventus?"
"Forget it, I still want to retire at Inter Milan."
While walking to the sidelines, Sneijder met Guti.
The Dutchman was stunned for a moment. He originally didn't want to see Guti, but after all, he met him and said hello.
Guti looked at the Dutch midfielder in front of him: "Brother, you are not willing to meet us Real Madrid veterans because of your experience in Real Madrid."
Sneijder nodded: "It kind of means that."
"Haha, you are also a person of temperament," Guti laughed. He took off his jersey and exchanged it with Sneijder. "Don't dwell on the old things. You have got better room for development now. Real Madrid's experience will also benefit you." It’s helpful.”
Sneijder looked at Guti in front of him with a very calm expression: "In the Champions League final ten days later, do you hope they win?"
Guti was silent.
After a long time, he slowly uttered a sentence: "I am a child of Madrid. As long as it is not a game between Madrid and Juventus, I expect them to win."
"Even without you, do you still hope they can win?" Sneijder asked again, "If they lose, doesn't it just prove that letting you go was their mistake?"
Guti shook his head, his face showing a little loneliness: "As long as Real Madrid can get better and better, it doesn't matter how I am..."
Sneijder snorted: "Don't worry, after ten days, I will definitely not let you get what you want!"
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Guti alone in a daze.
Surrounded by the Brazilian gang at Inter Milan, Diego was chatting with his fellow villagers.
Adriano, Cesar, Maicon and Coutinho, four Brazilian players chatted with Diego about life in Serie A.
The Brazilians are very cheerful. Although they lost the game, the bad mood has passed and they got out of the downturn faster.
Adriano and Diego are old partners, and they participated in the 2010 World Cup together.
"Brother, you have performed well this season. Your position in the national team will definitely be more stable in the future." Adriano said approvingly.
Coutinho was extremely envious: "When will I be able to become an important member of the Brazilian national team's midfield like you?"
Diego was delighted: "I'm very optimistic about your skills. Sooner or later you will become one of the best midfielders in the world, even surpassing me."
Coutinho said wistfully: "My biggest goal now is to hope that I can win the Champions League once. I will be satisfied with just one."
Cesar shrugged: "I suggest you think of other goals as soon as possible."
"Why?"
"Because after ten days, your goal will be achieved."
"Haha, I hope so!"
On the sidelines of the court, Yun Sheng was also chatting with Mourinho.
The game is over. The two head coaches who were at war with each other just now are now speaking freely with calm expressions.
"Yunsheng, are you too cruel? Are you going to play killing tactics with me in this game? Fortunately, no one of us was injured, otherwise I would have fought you tooth and nail!"
"No, which player on your team is not as strong as an ox? I've seen it a long time ago. You like strong men."
"No matter what, I lost this game. The Serie A championship is yours."
"You are saying this as if you gave up the Serie A championship to me? I won it based on my ability, right?"
"We met twice in the league this season, twice in the cup, and last season's Champions League final. I faced your record, five defeats in five games, which is really unacceptable!"
"It doesn't matter. Let's continue playing next season. I'll wait for you."
"Next season... I guess we will have to go to the Champions League for a decisive battle..."
"What's the meaning?"
"It's okay, just a sigh of relief."
Yun Sheng didn't think much about it: "Okay, then I wish you in advance to win the Champions League and get your own Champions League trophy."
Mourinho then smiled: "I like to hear this. Even though I haven't beaten you, my number of Champions League titles will soon surpass yours."
"Don't worry, Juventus will return to the Champions League next season, and my second Champions League trophy is not far away." Yunsheng said confidently.
Mourinho laughed loudly: "You are such a proud guy, you are so arrogant, but I like it! The Italian Cup final will be in seven days. I wish you in advance that you will win the League Cup double this season!"
