Bonazzoli, who had scored the first Coppa Italia goal of his professional career, bounced excitedly on the spot three times~
"I scored! I scored again!"
Shaqiri ran over and hugged him.
Bonazzoli was 185 centimeters tall, while Shaqiri was 169. Bonazzoli lifted him right off the ground!
Then the two of them said to Tang Long, who had run over to celebrate, "Tang, what a pass!"
Goalkeeper Berni took the white towel tied to the net and waved it at the sky, whooping!
On the sidelines, Chivu clenched both fists, bent forward, and roared!
"Beautiful! What a piercing pass! Keep playing like that!"
"Waste your chances, and you'll be punished." Chivu turned to the bench. "They hit the post twice in a row, and we went straight down the other end and scored. Hahaha! That's football, boys!"
The players on the bench all nodded at Chivu.
Assistant coach Herrera's mouth twitched slightly.
He gave Chivu a complicated look, thinking the guy was stealing the limelight.
What was this? Was Herrera in charge, or was Chivu?
Normally, Mancini directed things from the sidelines as head coach, with Herrera standing behind him as his assistant.
Today, Herrera was in charge as acting head coach, but Chivu was standing beside him.
Chivu hadn't originally been allowed to stand there, but he'd asked Mancini to let him join the bench as an assistant coach, and Mancini had agreed.
"Christian, take a few players to the corner and get them warmed up!" Herrera said, shooing him away in irritation.
Inside the VIP box at Stadio San Paolo.
The great Maradona turned to Napoli owner De Laurentiis and asked curiously, "Who's that Inter player who made the pass?"
"Shaqiri. He played for Bayern. He's Swiss," De Laurentiis replied, sounding annoyed.
"No, no." Maradona waved a hand.