"Smack!" Soriano clapped his hands regretfully.

"None of the goals were scored! The angle of his shot power is not enough! "After all, Begiristan is a person from the past, and he immediately saw the flaws in Dzeko's shooting.

"Look at these two guys, one of them ruined the team's good situation against Borussia Dortmund, and the other was in Napoli, they couldn't score such a simple goal!" Soriano shouted.

"You're not going to be upset about that Daniel, are you?!" Begiristan laughed.

Begiristan is very unhappy with Wen Sheng, but it doesn't matter, everyone is in a club, they don't see each other when they look down, and if they want to get mixed up, they have to continue to tolerate Wen Sheng.

"What am I fighting for him?! He is also responsible for not being able to get out of the line! Soriano snorted, as the CEO, he was dissatisfied with Wen Shengke, but he must be broad-minded, and it is even more necessary to tolerate Wen Sheng.

"Phelan, tell me, if he can't qualify with the team, can we fire him this season?!" Begiristan asked as if he had thought of something.

"Hahaha, Aitto! You crack me up! "Soriano really wanted to laugh.

"I want to tell you it's impossible! First of all, we can't qualify?! Are you kidding, don't you know that we have a solid goal difference?! Napoli want to win and I admit it's a possibility, but a big win?! Do you think it's possible?! In the past two years, the team has conceded more than three goals in the league, and a slap can be counted! ”

"Secondly, this kind of thing is not something we can decide, only Mubarak and Mansour can decide his fate! Then again, if we get rid of him, who will we invite when the time comes?! ”

"It's not that no one, Boas, I think it's good!" Begiristan actually said.

What the?! Old iron! Boas?! Soriano has 10,000 grass and mud horses whistling in his heart, Boas's ability is true, but looking at his record in leading the team in the Premier League, Soriano will not dare to invite him to be the head coach.

Soriano didn't even say a word to respond, and Begiristan knew it was no fun.

"Daniel, this guy is too dark, Zahavi is getting a lot of benefits from him!" Begiristan said again.

This Soriano doesn't want to say that no one is a White Lotus, and it's not unclear that the commission club is not clear, the agreements are all there, and they are very formal!

Soriano can still understand Begiristan, in the final analysis, Wen Sheng controls the transfer power of the team, and the players he wants are often not handled by the club, and Zahavi can appear, but if you want to open a little, this is also a win-win situation, and it is not that Zahavi has relied on Wen Shengbai to take countless benefits.

On the other hand, if Begiristan can control the transfer power, the benefits are self-evident.

"He didn't eat alone!" Soriano thought silently in his heart, remembering that many transfers to Wensheng were also handled by the club, and not every one had to be asked in person.

"Woo!" The stadium resounded with the exclamations of the Napoli fans, followed by applause, Soriano came back to his senses and looked at the stadium, where the Manchester City players were arranging corner kick defense. Hart put it to the test and got a corner.

Don't look at the super excitement of the Napoli fans, in fact, in the 26th minute, the shot completed by Napoli was not very threatening.

Behrami had a long-range shot from 30 yards out and it was sudden, with a lot of power, the only problem was that the angle was too positive and Hart didn't need to move his feet at all, but because the shot was so powerful and close to the crossbar that he had to raise his hand to lift the ball over the crossbar. Huaxia Library

But it was this corner kick that Napoli scored!

It was Joe who went wrong. After Hart, Pandev took a corner, Joe Hart attacked, but he couldn't hold the ball and fell to the ground, and another Napoli centre-back, Britos, stabbed the ball into the back of the net.

"Fack!" Soriano stood up from his chair.

"Lying grass!" Wen Sheng patted his forehead, he didn't count Hart for such a move, wouldn't it be over if you fucking hit the ball out with both fists?!

You pick it up, you take a fart!

Hart's face turned pale, and in fact he lost the ball for a reason, and that reason was with Fernandez.

Fernandez and Kompany tangled in the middle, and then Hart attacked, Fernandes didn't jump, but he pushed Kompany, and it was in this situation that Hart collided with Kompany and lost the ball.

Hart and Kompany both wanted Kaushoi to explain the situation just now, accusing Fernandez of fouling, but Kaushoi didn't see it, there was no VAR these years, and he could only admit bad luck after suffering a loss.

Hart secretly looked at Wen Sheng on the sidelines, Wen Sheng really pulled Cross and said something, Hart saw that the expression on Wen Sheng's face was not anxious, but a little flat, and he couldn't help but relax a little in his heart.

"If I knew, I would have punched out! Alas! ”

The Napoli players did not celebrate, as they fished the ball out of the net and quickly moved to the centre circle of the tee.

Don't look at them scoring one, in fact, it doesn't change their situation, they still need to attack!

Benitez's assistant coach told Benitez that Dortmund took the lead in another game, and Master Bei's face sank, if Dortmund can't win Marseille, and Napoli can win Manchester City, then it will be Manchester City and Napoli who will join hands in qualifying, and now Dortmund has also scored, and Napoli is still the worst team among the three teams.

Webster also informed Wensheng of the live score of the other game, Wensheng nodded, Dortmund scored, Napoli are even more unlikely to hang around, they have to score more goals.

The game fell into a stalemate, and the two sides were still quite lively.

Manchester City sacrificed a control-flow tactic, but due to their conservative stance in defence, the formation was relatively loose, and there was not much investment in attack, and the attacking routine was still a little simpler.

Towards the end of the first half, Manchester City played a few minutes of offensive climax, making Napoli very passive, in front of the goal, Benitez almost thought that his team could not withstand it, but they were lucky to wait for Kaushoi's whistle to maintain a 1:0 lead.

Good things come in pairs, and Benitez walks into the dressing room.

"I think it might be good to report the real-time score to you! At the end of the first half, Borussia Dortmund drew 1:1 with Marseille, and if this score can be maintained, then we will qualify! ”

The morale of the Napoli players was full of blood in an instant, and some players drew crosses on their chests and prayed silently, as for what to pray, well, everyone understands!