Some of the Juventus generals went out to relax and have fun, and many others stayed in the hotel.
Yun Sheng was a little tired. He refused the invitation of his two disciples to go out, but invited them back to the hotel, where the three of them chatted in the room.
Looking at Chen Tao and Wang Chuhe in front of him, Yun Sheng felt very emotional.
"Long time no see, your progress now even exceeds my imagination," Yun Sheng said happily, "As an Arsenal captain and a so-called heir to Xavi and Pirlo, I have now begun to look forward to the future of Chinese football. "
Because Arsenal lost, Yun Sheng tried his best not to talk about this game and directed the topic to Chinese football.
Wang Chuhe thought for a while: "If we return to the national team, the two of us will need a strong enough defensive midfielder, at least the level of brother Li Tie, otherwise we will not dare to press so hard like in Arsenal." Come on."
Chen Tao was still in the shadow of the recent loss: "Even in Arsenal, even with an outstanding defensive player like Alexander Song, we still lost, especially when I missed the penalty kick. I am simply Arsenal's sinner……"
Looking at the frustrated Chen Tao, Yun Sheng patted him on the shoulder and consoled him: "Xiao Chen, you have done a great job. You scored twice in this game and are only one step away from entering the final. Where are you? You are a sinner, and you are a hero of Arsenal. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Wang Chuhe also comforted Chen Tao: "Yes, Brother Chen, without you, we would have been defeated by Juventus in this game. Although you are the captain, the loss is the responsibility of all of us. Don't blame yourself too much." Don’t get discouraged.”
Chen Tao nodded firmly: "Don't worry Chuhe, I won't be discouraged. Although we lost the chance to compete for the Champions League, we still have the league, and we have not completely lost the chance to top the Premier League. Have a good sleep today Sleep, tomorrow is a new day!”
Listening to the words of encouragement between the two compatriots, Yun Sheng nodded.
It seems that my strategy of asking Chinese players to join a team and study abroad as much as possible is absolutely correct.
Manchester United's Dong Fangzhuo and Yu Hai, Arsenal's Chen Tao and Wang Chuhe, Monaco's Yu Dabao, Zhang Chengdong, Wang Dalei, Monaco's Zhang Linpeng, Zeng Cheng, Li Xuepeng and others, as well as Cottbus, Dortmund...
Being far away from home and studying abroad in Europe is very stressful for young players. In addition to the technical aspects, it is also difficult to deal with language and psychological problems. Having a compatriot by your side to encourage and support each other can definitely produce twice the result with half the effort.
The three masters and apprentices were chatting relaxedly in the room. At this time, in the second room at the end, a young man was lying alone on the bed, feeling sad.
Juventus won the game today and entered the Champions League final. Almost all Juventus players and coaches were very excited, except for one person.
Diego lay on the bed, closing his eyes tightly, still thinking about the scene when the penalty kick occurred.
At that time, Wang Chuhe's pass was so wonderful that Chen Tao dexterously got away from Chiellini and entered the penalty area. If he was allowed to shoot, the possibility of scoring a goal would be great.
And he was chasing from behind. Although the possibility of fouling was extremely high, he still had to stop Chen Tao.
And that red card was also within his expectation.
But the final facts proved that the red card was valuable, the penalty kick was saved, the team finally won the ball, and their efforts were rewarded.
At the moment when the penalty kick was saved, Diego celebrated crazily at the door of the players' tunnel, and even lost his temper! Because he knows that his red card is worth it! Being able to help the team win even if he is sent off is valuable!
However, because of this red card, Diego's chance to participate in the Champions League final for the first time was completely ruined. This is really an unacceptable reality.
Diego was particularly excited and joyful among the celebrating crowd just now, but after returning to the house alone, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
I really want to play in the Champions League final...
Diego was feeling depressed when suddenly there was a knock on the door. He stood up and opened the door. When he saw the person coming, he was stunned.
"Michael?"
Barak asked with a smile: "You didn't take a break, did you? Let's chat for a while?"
"Well, please come in."
The two sat across from each other in the room, and Ballack was smiling: "We won today, it feels really good."
Diego nodded: "Yeah, I didn't expect that Juventus, who had come out of the trough, would enter the Champions League final in one breath. I definitely didn't expect it at the beginning of the season."
"You are the key to this victory. If you hadn't actively defended at the last moment, maybe Chen Tao's shot would have scored."
"That's all thanks to Buffon, the penalty he saved."
"Without your active defense, we wouldn't have won."
Diego said no more.
Barak looked at Diego in front of him, his smiling face gradually calmed down: "But I know very well that you feel bad now, right?"
Diego still didn't speak, just sighed slightly.
Ballack continued: "I know what it's like not to be able to play in the final."
Diego looked at Barak and seemed to suddenly remember something.
Barak leaned on the soft sofa, raised his head and looked at the ceiling, recalling the past.
"The 2002 World Cup was the closest I got to being a world champion. In the semifinals, Frings made a defensive mistake, which caused the Korean players to shoot directly in front of Kahn. I was forced to use a technical foul at that time. I received a yellow card and was eventually suspended due to accumulated yellow cards and could not play in the final. In the final, we lost to Brazil. It was painful to lose, but sitting in the stands and watching the team lose, that It feels more painful.”
"The same experience happened in the 2003 Champions League semi-finals. Juventus defeated Real Madrid and reached the final, but Nedved missed the final because of accumulated yellow cards. I saw Nedved covering his face and crying on TV. He looked very uncomfortable."
"Also unable to play in the Champions League final are Paul Scholes and Roy Keane of Manchester United in 1999, and AC Milan's defense superstars Baresi and Costacurta in 1994. But they are also considered Fortunately, after all, Manchester United and AC Milan won the final."
"Diego, I feel sorry for you that you won't be able to play in the next final. I don't want to comfort you, because I know that any comfort at this time is vain. All I can do is play the game with all my strength. , win the Champions League final and bring you the Champions League trophy!"
"Not only me, but other teammates will definitely do the same thing! The Champions League championship will definitely be ours! It will definitely be yours!"
