[Football Fans] Glory

In the next 10 minutes, Barcelona launched a fierce attack, but there was only thunder and no rain. Until the end of the first half, the score was still [-]-[-] with Real Madrid leading. The tense atmosphere shook the entire audience before they let out a long breath.

Players from both sides walked into the player tunnel one after another and went back to the locker room. Barcelona and Real Madrid players walked together. No one spoke at first, but the half-dead Barcelona defender Nadal, who was tortured by Real Madrid's mad attack in the first half, happened to walk up to Guti. Looking at the smug expression of the Real Madrid boy and his national team teammate, Nadal gritted his teeth, stretched out his long arm, twisted his fingers, and pinched Guti's face.

Tsk, so tender!

Guti, who was attacked, covered his face and jumped back, glaring angrily.

Nadal snorted twice, "I heard you had a treat last week."

Guti rolled his eyes in anger and shouted, "Captain Fer, Nadal bullied me~~~"

Hierro, who happened to be at the turning, turned around when he heard the sound, and saw Guti covering his face with tears in his eyes.

"what happened?"

Hierro stopped and walked back.

Hearing Guti's shout, Nadal was furious, and stretched out his hand as fast as lightning again, "How dare you sue!"

After that, Nadal let go and strode away.

Hierro met Nadal head-on and gave him a wink. The funny Hierro could only suppress his smile and go to Guti.

Unexpectedly, one second after Nadal walked away quickly, the two Garcias of Barcelona, ​​one front, one back, one left and one right shot at the same time on Guti's PP, and then ran away.

Guti, who put down his hand to cover his face and covered his PP, was furious. Just as he was about to move his legs to chase someone, Figo, who came from the side, quietly touched the side of Guti's face with his thick and powerful palm, loudly. After murmuring 'very tender' to himself, he quickly walked away.

After watching all this, the Real Madrid players were dumbfounded, and after a few seconds of silence, there was loud laughter in the passage.

"I rely on!"

Guti covered his face, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Seeing that his child was molested by Barcelona players, Hierro was not angry, but walked up to Guti in a funny way, first looked at his face, it was a little red, but it didn't mean he was pinched, he had just played half-court. It's possible to do like this—"Damn, who said it's possible, sir, my face hurts."

Guti was irritable.

Guti, who yelled at Hierro, jumped angrily, making Hierro just want to laugh.

But he still touched Guti's face lightly in distress, "Does it really hurt?"

"Will I lie about such a small matter?"

Guti pointed his paw at his face.

Pfft, everyone in the passage was laughing, Guti glared at them angrily, "What's so funny?"

Carlos put his arm on his teammate's shoulder, his whole body shaking with laughter.

Raul covered his mouth and shook his head violently to show that he didn't smile--I didn't laugh a fart, think I'm blind! .

The honest man, Nedved, was kinder, and asked thoughtfully, "Go back and wash up quickly, and be careful of catching a cold."

So Guti was taken back to the locker room by both Hierro and Nedved.

Redondo, who went back to take a shower first, listened to his teammates' eloquent description of the "molestation" incident in the passage just now, his eyes twinkled and he smiled again.

Hierro didn't take a shower, but just casually wiped his face and changed into his jersey, smiling all over his face.

"Jose, hurry up."

Noticing that Guti was looking at himself in the mirror, Hierro yelled twice.

After yelling, he turned to talk to Redondo, "That guy Nadal was really ruthless, Jose's face turned red."

Redondo was silent for two seconds, "Really?"

"Yeah, that Figo has also got started, tsk, I didn't expect that guy to be scheming."

Nedved, who was wiping his face, froze for a moment, glanced at Hierro quickly, and then continued to wipe.

Mijatovic, who also heard Hierro's words, also looked up at Hierro.

Redondo was silent for another second, "Fernando!"

"Ok?"

"I confirm now that you are indeed Jose's guide."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that you are all the same."

Redondo put down the towel in his hand, folded the replaced jersey and placed it on the stool in front of the closet.

After all, Lei Dongdo Shi Shi ran out of the locker room first.

Playing Barcelona does not require too many changes, as long as you can show your own strength.

This is what my father said before the game, and the Real Madrid players performed well in the first half, so during the intermission, my father only came in for a turn and said, 'continue in the second half' before leaving.

After Redondo threw this sentence out, Hierro smiled, "Fair is still the same."

In this game, Real Madrid's two midfielders Mijatovic and Nedved once again looked at Hierro.

Hierro was still smiling, "It doesn't matter if the strategy is good or not, as long as it works."

Although Redondo, who raised Jose as his own child, had an awkward personality, he protected his shortcomings, and this was enough.

Although he is an honest person, Nedved still feels that he is really too stupid. He used to think that Hierro was a good guy just like his face. As Jose said, "There is no good guy who can play in the midfield." ——Hey Nedved, isn't this even you scolding!

As for Mijatovic, he was a tough guy but really not a good guy, never was!

The weird atmosphere in the locker room made many people feel chills all over, and they all ran out early in the end.

Hierro, who came out last, walked out happily.

Seeing the Real Madrid players actively running out to fight, the Real Madrid fans on the sidelines excitedly waved banners and slogans, cheering for them!

This scene made the players really emotional.

"If they knew the truth, they would surely cry!"

Carlos and Raul beside him said so.

"Hehehehe~~~"

This is Raul who no longer knows what to say.

On the other side, Guti, who was gnashing his teeth, kept turning his eyes to Barcelona. A group of young players wearing Barcelona jerseys sat above the Barcelona bench. There was a small man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his immature face was full of smiles. Calm, he was talking to the people around him.

Little Harvey, still a young man with lush (?) hair, really weird, really like what his Chinese friend said, Barcelona’s Feng Shui (what is this stuff) is really bad, obviously it’s not bad when he was young Why is the little guy so ugly in the end, and not just one, but all of them.

At this time, Harvey seems to be still in the Barcelona youth team?

After Josep fades away, he will become Barcelona's midfield metronome. Commander, I really look forward to it!

Guti looked away.

While moving his legs, he thought, the future king of Barcelona is almost 10 years old, and he will soon be found out with physical problems, so it's time to step in!

Although later generations have passed the story of the love between Messi and Barcelona to the world, but no one knows what the truth is—Guti smirked, although Barcelona signed Messi, they were only responsible for giving Messi Some expenses for Xi’s medical treatment, but no other money was paid. When Messi’s father accompanied his son in Barcelona for medical treatment and playing football, his father worked part-time while earning living expenses for his son to play football. For the first two years, the father and son The two lived very hard in Barcelona. They haven’t been back to Argentina for two years, just to save money. Why did Messi follow his father’s words? Not only because it was his father, but because he personally experienced it His father paid for him.

Before Messi was found to have physical problems, he was a well-known football prodigy, and it was impossible to sign him. After his illness was discovered, he was abandoned by countless people and his family was in desperation. It is the best Chance.

Guti licked his lips and tucked in the jersey with a smirk, "Raul," he called out.

"how?"

Raul turned his head.

"Let's score two more in the second half!"

"Ha, good!"

The football was beating lightly under his feet. Guti kicked and pulled, turned his body to the left and then hit the ball with a counter-reverse, passing the ball easily.

There were boos from the Barcelona fans on the pitch, and even the small number of Real Madrid fans tried their best to overwhelm the boos from the Barcelona fans.

Figo wiped his sweat and looked over in silence.

Guti, who is a few years younger than him, is now a man of the moment in European football, but what about himself?

He lowered his head and stomped his feet. He was not reconciled, but he would definitely succeed.

The ball came, and Guardiola's pass was very comfortable. It happened to be about a meter in front of him, and he took a step forward to receive it. Figo took the ball forward and attacked from the side.

After several consecutive touches, he passed Real Madrid's Panucci. When he was about to pass the ball, Figo suddenly felt that something was wrong and immediately retracted the pass.

Sure enough, a foot appeared in front of him. If he had passed the ball just now, it would have been cut off.

Looking up, Ye Luo stood in front of him with a simple and honest face.

The corners of Figo's eyes twitched, don't think I don't know Hierro, the captain of the national team, is not easy to mess with, even if you smile like a flower, I can't be fooled.

After taking two steps with the ball, his body swayed slightly back and forth, and Figo, who took the ball under his feet and made a breakthrough, quickly sent the ball.

Seeing the ball fly out from his waist, Hierro glanced at Figo, this kid is not bad!

The ball flew to the middle, Ronaldo rushed into the calf and volleyed.

Ilgna flew to block the ball out of the baseline.

A powerful shot.

Although he did not enter, he was still cheered by the Barcelona fans at the scene.

Ronaldo, who was a little disappointed, put his head in his hands and couldn't believe that the goal was missed.

Barcelona corner.

Figo ran to serve the corner.

A group of people in the Real Madrid penalty area turned their backs.

The whistle ball was sent out.

Ilgner standing in front of the goal shouted, "Mine!"

Although he has only been here for half a year, he has already learned Spanish well, much better than the young Panucci.

The Real Madrid players who squeezed their opponents for their goalkeepers pushed outwards to make room for Irgner.

Ilgna jumped high, stretched his long arms and plucked the ball from the air.

At this time, the Real Madrid players had dispersed, and the players in the center and front field ran away. Irgner took two steps with the ball in his hands, and made a big pass, and the ball flew directly from the back field to the front field.

"Damn it's too far~~~"

Guti shouted and chased.

Other teammates were also chasing wildly, but it was Carlos who caught the ball in the end because he was the fastest.

"It's too shameless."

Guti muttered, what are you doing running so fast as a defender, you run faster than the forwards.

"Raul, you are really useless."

Although this fast break failed to break through the goal defended by Baya, it also frightened him to death and held the ball for a long time without letting go.

Carlos backed away disappointed and returned to his own half.

And Raul who heard Guti mumbling, hehehe twice, "I'm not a speed type."

"It's useless!"

Guti pouted.

"As if you could run fast."

Raul snapped back.

"Sorry, I'm faster than you."

Guti pouted again.

Is there a problem with our Real Madrid, the midfielder runs faster than the striker, and the defender runs the fastest, what is going on!

The scene of the breakthrough from the rear was replayed several times in Guti's mind. Panucci is not bad. On the other side, Sans, who was trained by his own youth, is not good at pure defenders. It is better to go back to the side. It's hard to find a defender. Once Hierro gets injured, no matter how powerful Redondo is, he can't handle the backcourt alone. Now the midfield is too full, but the backcourt is still almost there.

Enrique can play as a central defender, but he has suffered a lot of injuries.

Move Pavel back?But it would be a pity not to use his attack power.

While running, Guti looked around at the positions of his teammates, and his mind constantly corresponded to the running positions and player distribution on the field.

He lightly jumped up his chest to stop the ball, squeezed the opponent and tapped his heel. The ball flew around the defender and flew to the feet of Nedved who was attacking.

He continued to run, received the ball and passed it to Rivaldo, and then passed it again and again, mobilizing all Barcelona's defenses.

there is space.

Guti's eyes flashed, and he slashed down with a wave of his arm.

Raul suddenly dived to the top from the gap and scored the ball.

Zero to two.

The cheers of Real Madrid fans sounded at the scene.

Raul, who got up from the ground and ran, rushed over and jumped onto Guti's shoulder.

Guti looked up at Raul's excited smiling face, um, we don't have many pure forwards, obviously there are so many people, so it's not enough!

The old man on the sidelines suddenly shuddered.

It's so cold, it's freezing to my old man's house.

Dad wrapped his coat tighter.

Looking at the teammates who came over to celebrate, Guti shrugged and threw Raul down.

"José!"

Raul, who was crushed to death by his teammates, roared angrily.

Guti digs his ears, the wind is so strong that he can't hear anything!

Tianyin: You are enough!

The author has something to say: PS: I really can’t write a serious game, let me save some effort!