Chapter 281 What the Fuck Is Going On? ! (Eighty-Five/One Hundred and Thirty-Six)

When Reyes scooped the ball into Milan's goal with a lob, many couldn't be calmer anymore.

The cheers that erupted from Mestalla were louder than ever before, comparable to the sound of a jet fighter taking off.

At this moment, there is only this one voice in Mestalia, and no other voice can be heard.

Even the commentator had to shut up at this point, waiting for the excited Valencia fans to vent.

The point with the highest decibel value passed quickly, but the sound of the scene was still very noisy.

But finally I can talk.

"God! What did we see? We saw a miracle! Valencia led Milan 3-0 at home! Who would have thought before the game? Valencia scored three goals in the first half!"

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Before the game, many people thought that Valencia could not come back at home. Their elimination was a foregone conclusion. This second round was meaningless. But now they equalized the total score! And the game is still on. Forty-five minutes left! They have a chance to make a miracle!"

"The Milan players were stunned on the court! They couldn't believe that the first round was 3:0, but in the second round it would be 3:3! Look at their expressions, the confusion and pain on their faces...Valen Sia scared them!"

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"Good job!!" Behind the rostrum, Jaime Otti jumped up from his seat, raising his arms and shouting.

under his leadership. Other Valencia supporters sitting on the podium also stood up and cheered for Valencia in this exciting first half.

Sanchez glanced back at them, noticing Otti looking at him defiantly.

So he and Soler stood up and applauded Valencia again.

But in their hearts. I'm afraid everyone is cursing Chang Sheng.

Oh shit! Can you come back from a three-goal deficit? Are you fucking human!

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Galliani's tightly clenched hands could hardly be squeezed anymore, his palms were full of sweat—he was frightened.

The moment Reyes scored,

His heartbeat increased suddenly.

That ominous premonition turned into reality-his team suffered a disaster on the road!

Berlusconi did not come to the scene because he had something to do. He did have something to do. He may not even watch the live broadcast of this game. So Galliani was considering whether to call Berlusconi and tell him what happened in Mestalla.

Just when he had this thought, the phone in his pocket rang and vibrated.

He picked it up and saw that it was the boss's number.

Pick up the phone in a fairly noisy environment. Galliani still clearly heard Berlusconi's roar: "Adriano, you better explain to me, what the hell is going on?!"

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Berlusconi did not go to the scene to watch the match between Milan and Valencia. On the one hand, he felt that it was unnecessary. What is worth going to watch a game without any suspense? On the other hand, he did have something to do at this time. He attended a dinner in Italy to thank those who had worked on the campaign.

This is a high-end banquet, attended by Berlusconi's political partners, such as representatives of the "Northern Alliance", which strongly resists immigration policies.

Of course, in Berlusconi's virtuousness, sexy clothing is a must at any dinner party. Delicate beauties.

Berlusconi has two favorite things in his life, one is Milan and the other is beautiful women.

These beauties are also very attentive. Because they all know that approaching and currying favor with Berlusconi is a shortcut to their success. If you are lucky, you may be able to directly enter the political arena.

Surrounded by beauties. Berlusconi talked happily with his political partners and allies.

Everyone knows that the Prime Minister of Italy is the owner of the Milan club and he likes football. I like Milan. So the best way to please him is to praise Milan.

Milan's performance this season is indeed worthy of these compliments.

They made great strides in the league, and also beat Valencia 3-0 in the first round of the quarter-finals in the Champions League, and there is no suspense to advance to the semi-finals.

The guests came up with wine glasses to praise how good Berlusconi's team performed, and beat Valencia to the ground.

They also happily recalled that Chang Sheng said before the first round that he wanted revenge, but they did not expect to be poured three goals by Milan in San Siro.

Having said that, Berlusconi and the guests laughed happily.

People who can become political allies with Berlusconi are all on the right in terms of political views, and they are naturally somewhat displeased with China. Of course, they will not let go of such an opportunity to mock the Chinese people openly.

"The Chinese also want to be head coaches? Do they understand football?"

"Chinese people are like this. They like to brag and talk big. I have been with them for business reasons...I don't like everything in that country..."

"The Chinese robbed our resources, robbed our market, and now they still want to rob us of our football? It's a pity that this time he played against the iron plate of Milan! Ha!"

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Someone was making fun of it, wanting to please Berlusconi, thinking that there seems to be a Champions League match today, which seems to be the match between Milan and Valencia.

So I suggest everyone to watch this game.

So many people praised his team, Berlusconi seemed very happy, readily agreed.

So the TV in the banquet hall was turned on and tuned to the sports channel by the waiter.

The picture is still flashing, and the sound has appeared.

The noisy sound was the shouts from the fans at the scene.

Very very noisy.

A fanatical atmosphere of a football scene rushed over.

Everyone smiled and looked forward to the screen.

They want to see how Milan slaughtered Valencia led by the Chinese.

This is a side show.

Surrounded by the crowd, Berlusconi smiled brightly.

Then the screen gradually brightened.

The first thing that caught my eye was wearing a white shirt. The Valencia players in black shorts are running... a celebration.

Celebrating Valencia players?

Just when everyone was stunned by what they saw, the commentator's voice sounded.

"Unbelievable... What should I say? Milan, which won 3-0 in the first round, was beaten 0-3 away! The total score was equalized by Valencia!"

Everyone in the room fell silent. Some people turn their heads to look at others, only to realize that others are also looking at themselves, looking at each other.

The most important thing is that everyone's eyes finally turned to Berlusconi, asking: What's going on?

Berlusconi stared at the TV screen, his eyes seemed to be two laser beams, which could burn through the TV screen in front of him, burn to Valencia on the other side of the Mediterranean Sea, and land on the Chinese who was raising his arms and shouting !

In the upper right corner of the TV screen are the warring parties and the score. It clearly shows Valencia 3: Milan.

As if he was still worried that Berlusconi would not understand, the real-time subtitles were displayed at the bottom of the screen, with real-time scores, players who scored goals, and most importantly, the total score below the score of the game, which read "3: 3".

draw!

Valencia, who was so beaten by Milan in the first round, even had no strength to fight back, even equalized at his home court!

Berlusconi's smile froze on his face and became extraordinarily ferocious. He took out his mobile phone, turning a blind eye to the gazes around him and the tenderness of the beauties.

Then he called Galliani.

"Adriano, you better explain to me, what the hell is going on?!"

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Galliani complained, but he couldn't help explaining: "I don't know... Silvio, I don't know what's going on... We still had the upper hand in the first three minutes of the game. But in the 5th minute when we conceded the first goal, the game seemed to be out of our control... No, the tactics were fine. Ancelotti played a defensive counter attack... But we were still scored by Valencia hit the ball... I don't know why, but it just happened..."

The phone call was extremely difficult, in addition to enduring Berlusconi's rants. The dialogue between the two was interrupted by cheers from the Mestalla Stadium.

When the cheers sounded, both Galliani himself and Berlusconi on the other end of the phone had to repeat the same sentence: "What are you talking about? I can't hear you clearly! Louder!! Damn!"

Then wait for the cheers to subside. They can continue to communicate.

After the fight was finally over, Berlusconi was still angry, but he didn't continue to drag Galliani to talk about the matter, because he also realized that it was useless for him to find Galliani. head coach.

So he decided to call Ancelotti at half-time.

Galliani heard Berlusconi's plan and said in his heart that you didn't watch the first half of the game, otherwise if you did, you wouldn't call Ancelotti.

Because Ancelotti has nothing!

Looking at the Valencia fans and players who seemed to be in the Carnival in Rio, Brazil, Galliani rubbed his big bald head, but couldn't think of any solution.

Today's game... evil!

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Galliani was there touching his bald head, and Soler and Sanchez also stared at the court in a daze.

There, the Valencia players were wildly celebrating their goals. Chang Sheng simply ran from the coach's bench to the place where the players gathered and celebrated with them.

No one in the stands could continue to sit in their own positions. They jumped high, raised their arms and cheered, and kept jumping in the stands.

It was like what they saw at the San Siro, but the people who did it were Milan fans.

Why?

What's wrong?

What the hell is going on? !

The two of them, like Berlusconi and Galliani, were full of question marks and couldn't figure it out.

But this is actually not important, because whether they understand why or not, it does not hinder the reality that Valencia is currently tied with Milan in total scores.