number one striker

Chapter 214

Seeing that Busquets gave up chasing, Alves couldn't help but rushed up: "Defend against him! Do you really think we are leading?!"

As a result, Motta turned around and smashed the ball, and Alves was dunked in the past.

Unfortunately, Busquets also caught up again.

Motta pouted his butt to get stuck, raised his arm to block Busquets, and then gave the ball out.

He felt as if he had touched Busquets, but he didn't expect the referee to whistle a foul.

"What a mess!" Motta waved his arms impatiently, and was about to walk back, but saw the referee draw a red card from behind his butt.

"What?!" Mota opened his mouth wide, in disbelief.

Pinto got excited, and the assistant coach next to him also looked back for the fourth official, frantically swinging his arms and doing "elbow strikes".

"Red card! The referee is very determined! Mota has been sent off! Inter Milan will have one less man to fight!"

"Mr. Referee, this is not a malicious foul, Motta is just" Zanetti pleaded to the referee with his hands behind his back, "This is a great game, I think people don't want to see Inter Milan play more with less."

The referee shook his head: "I'm sorry, but a foul is a foul."

Caesar's head exploded with a "buzz".

The fuck!

You Busquets can't escape, can you? !

Mota walked around him, but he was sent off!

Damn, god damn it!

The camera showed Mourinho, who smiled ironically and shook his head self-deprecatingly.

"Mourinho is very helpless! This wry smile contains many layers of meaning!"

Cambiasso stood there helplessly with his hips akimbo, and when he turned around, Mota was gone.

On another look, he was walking towards Busquets angrily and grabbed his neck.

"Ah!!" Busquets wailed in pain, and Yaya Toure and others quickly surrounded him and pulled Mota away.

"Just act! Oscar owes you a statuette!!"

Faced with Motta's questioning, Busquets simply ignored him.He is being checked by the team doctor, although he is fine.

Faria dragged Motta back, but the angry Mota didn't want to leave at all.He yelled at Busquets endlessly, with tears in his eyes.

"Thiago!" Caesar ran over from the other side of the court, and Motta shook his head painfully when he saw Caesar.

"Luther, I should really listen to you and ignore that bastard." Mota closed his eyes with a face full of self-blame.

It's just that he didn't notice how Caesar predicted this.

"Hey, Thiago, it's okay. Don't worry, we won't lose. Just wait in the locker room, okay? I promise, we will win." Caesar comforted Motta, who finally gave up struggling and followed him back to the locker room.

"Fucking shit referee!" Figo yelled in front of the fourth official. The young fourth official looked embarrassed and could only pretend not to hear.

Alves was talking to Mourinho, the game restarted, and Alves stopped the topic.

The smile on Mourinho's face became even more helpless. He looked back at the fans at Camp Nou and applauded with "respect".

This applause is for you!
And UEFA!
Eat shit, you guys!
Caesar believes that is exactly what Mourinho's inner workings are doing at the moment.

The result cannot be changed, but the game will continue, and Inter Milan can only change their tactics.

"First, Eto'o was unable to play, and then Motta was sent off. Inter Milan's current situation is terrible." Eliza looked worried.

"The two of you are defending on both sides, Caesar, forget about the counterattack in your mind now, and engrave 'defense, defense, defense' in your mind, understand?" Mourinho seized the opportunity of the dead ball and said to Caesar.

Caesar nodded hesitantly, and Mourinho saw his inner thoughts and said: "I know you want to score goals and counterattack. But the current situation does not allow us to do so. Just calm down and defend. As long as you follow what I said, you will definitely be able to advance. Don't you tell Thiago that you will lead the team to advance? Put advancement first, you know."

"Okay." Caesar was finally persuaded by Mourinho. Indeed, promotion is the most important thing.

"Let's see, Inter Milan has changed! Caesar is standing on the left, Milito is defending on the right! The one in the middle is Sneijder, and everyone in Inter Milan has retreated to their own half. Is this going to give up attacking and completely defend?"

"Hahaha! Coward! I knew it! Mourinho is a coward!"

"Offensive attack! Barcelona is the strongest! Break them down!"

"Messi scored one! Xavi scored one! Pedro scored one!"

Seeing Inter Milan shrinking, Barcelona immediately pressed out to attack.They will not let go of any opportunity to attack their opponents, especially now that Inter Milan has one less player to fight, and the defense must be stretched.

"Keita passes Sneijder to Messi! Messi cuts in! Cesar saves!"

"Pedro and Ibrahimovic cooperated! Uh, Ibrahimovic is offside, otherwise the ball would be dangerous."

"Xavi goes straight! Lucio barely makes a clearance! No kick! Xavi hits again! Wide of the goal!"

Cesar put the ball on the 6-yard line in an attempt to buy time.

As a result, the referee didn't give him this face at all. He signaled Cesar to take the ball twice in a row to no avail. The referee immediately ran over and showed a yellow card to Cesar who was surrounded by boos.

"YEAH!! No amount of delay will change your fate!!"

"Barcelona attack! Attack, attack, attack!"

What Caesar hates the most is defense, but now in order to advance, he must be patient in the backcourt, using his body to form a wall to block the opponent's attack.

With one less person fighting, everyone has to run a few more steps.

With Motta in the middle, Chivu could only go back to the middle, and the left was handed over to Caesar and Zanetti.

Messi holds the ball and looks at the blond German opposite.

This guy can be described as a "soldier from heaven". He suddenly appeared in Inter Milan's starting lineup, suddenly stepped on the Champions League stage, and suddenly abused Barcelona.

Where are you holy?

"Messi is facing Caesar! Now there is a voice that Caesar is the third king after Messi and Ronaldo. This is an exaggeration. After all, he has not won any heavyweight honors. But in terms of age and impact, Caesar's role in the team is no less than his two predecessors. Maybe one day in the future, we will see the era of Messi, Ronaldo and Caesar."

"Messi cut inside and broke through Caesar! Caesar stabbed the ball away! Zanetti made a clearance! Piqué stopped the ball and failed! Sneijder stepped forward to tackle! Piqué stumbled and barely passed, but Sneijder seemed to be injured."

The moment Sneijder tackled the ball, he felt a sudden burning pain on the inside of his thigh, and he couldn't get up in one breath, nor could he get up.

"Hey hey hey! Someone is injured here! Kick the ball out quickly!" Milito opened his arms and yelled loudly, but Pique didn't stop.

Barcelona's attack continues!
(End of this chapter)