It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 106 104 Wheelchair Midfielder (Daily Transition)

While Charles was enjoying his holiday happily, Cruyff was sitting in the study with a grim face.

He originally wanted to teach his disciple Guardiola a lesson in his column, because he actually let Charles play when his gastroenteritis had not yet fully recovered, even as a substitute, which was very unreasonable.

Then focus on judging Real Madrid and call on the football world to strengthen protection of talented players.

This thought reached its peak when Charles scored five goals in nine minutes and was immediately sent to the hospital.

This is Barcelona’s future maximum-level account!

What should I do if it breaks?
He had already written thousands of words last night and the article was ready to be published, but after reading Marca this morning, he threw everything he had written into the trash can.

The godfather of Barcelona pinched his nose and read the previous Madrid media's propaganda news about Real Madrid, frowned and imitated the essence of them to defend Real Madrid's Juan Ramos.

Real Madrid had always wanted Charles to wear the white jersey, and yesterday at the scene, it was like inspecting the goods, and they witnessed with their own eyes Charles's god-like demeanor. Now, Marca is praising Charles even more.

Thinking of Figo and reading this morning's newspaper, Cruyff couldn't help feeling uneasy.

As the godfather of Barcelona, ​​his position is as flexible as the mouse at his hand.

At this time, there are already enough people praising Charles. Not only can he not speak his true feelings, but he also has to divert Real Madrid's sticky eyes from Charles.

After a while, Cruyff finally sent the article to Mundo Deportivo.

As soon as Mundo Deportivo received the article, it rushed out a special edition: "After Charles locked the score at 4-2, most of Real Madrid's players had lost their fighting spirit, but Higuain was still running tirelessly to attack Barcelona's defense."

"Winners take losers is the iron law of competitive sports, but in this Real Madrid team that has created a shameful history, there is still Higuain, a spark hidden in the dark night of Real Madrid waiting to be resurrected."

"Raul fell in the torrent of time, but Higuain, who is 10 years younger than him, stood up."

"In the 13th minute of the game, Ramos made a cross from the right, and Higuain headed the ball from a very tricky angle in the middle of the penalty area, leaving Valdes dumbfounded."

"After Barcelona took the lead, Higuain created the two most threatening attacks for Real Madrid in the first half."

"Although the most regrettable thing in the world is that there is no 'if', none of us can deny Higuain's bright future."

“拉莫斯能在中途接手皇马后，在20场联赛中17胜1平2负，同时客场8连胜的战绩，也刷新了皇马1960-61赛季创下的联赛客场7连胜的最佳纪录。”

"From this point we can't deny that he is a great football coach."

"But after all, Real Madrid is still in a turbulent period, and he is just a fire-fighting coach. We can't continue to count on him, so this is why Real Madrid lost this game."

"...From all angles, the reason why Real Madrid failed yesterday cannot be focused on the strength of Barcelona players, but also on the reasons that originated from Real Madrid itself."

“History is a heap of ashes, but deep within it there is still warmth.”

"Real Madrid should move on from this defeat and focus on developing outstanding young players such as Higuain."

The aftermath of the news that Barcelona beat Real Madrid 8:2 was like the aftermath of an earthquake and it did not pass so quickly.

Charles didn't know how Real Madrid treated this game and handled the public opinion crisis after the game, but Barcelona had issued a gag order and did not allow anyone to talk about it.

On May 6th, Barcelona will play away against Chelsea.

Charles, Milito, Marcos and Henry did not go to the scene, but stayed in Barcelona to watch the game.

Ciel watched this match and shook his head.

It can be said that the referee completely ruined the game.

The game started off normally. Messi slipped in the midfield and the ball was intercepted. Drogba received a through ball from his teammate and almost had a one-on-one chance, but he made a mistake in stopping the ball and missed the chance.

Just three minutes later, Messi dribbled the ball into the penalty area from the right again. Suddenly, there was chaos in the Blues' penalty area. In the melee, Xavi subconsciously shot the ball, which hit the Chelsea defender and bounced back, and was cleared by Bosingwa.

Soon, Chelsea scored their first goal.

Ashley Cole made a straight pass from the left, Lampard made a cross on the edge of the penalty area, the ball hit Yaya Toure and bounced off, just near Drogba.

Faced with the unexpected surprise, Essien volleyed the ball with his left foot without stopping in front of the penalty area. It was a world-class shot. Valdes had no way to deal with such a magical shot and could only watch the ball go into the blind corner of the goal.

Chelsea 1:0 Barcelona.

But then, the real star of the game emerged.*
After more than 90 minutes of tense and dramatic game, Barcelona tied with Chelsea 1:1 thanks to Iniesta's goal in stoppage time.

It was also because of this away goal that they eliminated the Blues and successfully met Manchester United in Rome.

On May 5, Barcelona faced Villarreal at home, and the two sides shook hands and made peace with a 10:3 draw.

A week later, after Barcelona lost 2:1 to Mallorca away, Charles got out of the wheelchair and started to participate in formal training.

But when he returned, Barcelona's defense was almost completely changed.

In addition to Marcos and Milito, Alves and Horlak bid farewell to this season.

When Charles took the food tray and sat down, he still looked incredulous.

He and Henry did not train with the first team a few days ago, but were doing recovery training.

I didn't expect it to be like this when I came back.

"Who is he? The new guy," Charles put the plate on the table and looked towards the corner.

Puyol did not look up, peeling the eggs slowly, "Munisa, the left-back that Pep just transferred from the B team."

……

After quickly finishing their meal, Charles and Messi left the restaurant first.

"Wouldn't it be good for us to do this?"

Macy pursed his lips.

Charles quickly opened his backpack and said, "It's okay. If the captain really dares to do it, we will call Pep over."

After he finished speaking, Charles took out a game card from his bag. On it was Puyol's data card. Five of the six major items were the same, but Charles changed the "speed" to 70.

"I was interviewed by Henry yesterday. After the interview, I asked the game officials for it to ensure that Puyol could not see it."

"Have you got the rest of your data on tape? If you only put in the captain's data, it'll be exposed immediately."

Messi trotted to the locker room door, and when he saw that no one was coming, he trotted back again.

"Don't worry, I've prepared everything for everyone. I told everyone yesterday, except the captain. Did you bring a video camera?"

Charles gave half of the data card to Messi and ran to the corridor to continue observing the situation. At this time, Puyol was walking slowly on the road. "Quick, the captain is here--" Charles lowered his voice and trotted back to the locker room, "Is the video recorder ready?"

The two of them hurried back to their seats, "It's ready," Messi nodded.

Not long after, Puyol pushed open the door of the locker room.

Charles winked at Messi.

Messi nodded imperceptibly, "Captain, are we getting new jerseys?"

Puyol nodded and slowly walked towards his position, "This was changed yesterday."

Ciel quickly took out a new jersey with red and blue stripes from his locker and put it on, "I thought this one wouldn't be changed."

Other players of the team also came in one after another.

Puyol soon found the data card on the seat and was stunned for a moment, "What is this?"

Then he picked it up and examined it, "What the hell?"

Harvey suppressed his laughter and walked over with a puzzled look on his face. "Only 70 speed, this is too outrageous."

Busquets sat aside and slowly changed his shoes, while adding fuel to the fire, "Only 70 speed, Carles, I am faster than you."

Charles felt that Puyol's curly hair seemed to explode with anger. He held the water cup in one hand and threw the data card on the seat into the trash can with the other hand. He did not forget to finish, "He's old."

"Hahaha--"

Henry walked in from the door with a smile, "Carls, you are already 31 years old, so just accept the reality."

Puyol was so angry when he heard this that he put down his cup and took the data card out of the trash can again. He looked at it again in disbelief, "Who changed my data to this? Come out——"

"Hahaha!!!"

Charles was laughing so hard that he was almost out of breath, but although the others were almost laughing, there was no way they would give up the opportunity to play a prank on Puyol.

"Busquets may really be faster than you, I'm not mocking you, that's the fact," Gudjohnsen continued to add fuel to the fire.

Ciel covered his face with his card and continued to act innocent, "How could you do this? You can't joke around."

Iniesta couldn't help but add fuel to the fire, "Carls, just be content, at least you are not a bronze card."

"It's okay, Captain," Eto'o walked over and patted Puyol's shoulder hypocritically, "At least you are stronger than Charles and won't get hurt so easily."

"Hahaha--"

The entire locker room was instantly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Messi suppressed the smile on his face and walked over, "Captain, are you okay?"

"If you don't want it, I'll take it," Charles also walked over hypocritically and picked up Puyol's data card.

“Take it away!”

Abidal shook his head. “You seem very dissatisfied?”

Puyol walked around the locker room, "This is nonsense, someone must be playing tricks, someone is playing tricks on me," and looked at Messi unwillingly, "Leo, is your rating still 86?"

"No, no, no," Charles took the data card from Messi's seat nimbly and happily like a hound, "Leo scored 90 points this year."

"Oh - so they're messing with me," Puyol also noticed the camera pointed at him. "When I came over just now, I thought I saw Charles doing something sneaky. So this is it."

"Why are you picking on me? It's not because I'm really slower than Busquets, is it?"

"In the past few rounds, Busquets's goal-scoring has shaken the wheelchair with a speed of 73 so much that sparks are coming out," Charles continued with a smile, "I'll give you the real card later."

Busquets took the real card from Charles and handed it to Puyol while smiling, "Oh, am I so slow?"

"How about we play a game of five-a-side wheelchair football to see who is the fastest wheelchair player?"

……

Charles' proposal was quickly agreed upon by everyone.

After everyone changed their clothes, they all wore flat shoes because there were no indoor football shoes.

Guardiola and Vilanova stood on the sidelines with a smile, "Tito and I each have a team. There are 10 people in each team, five of them sitting in wheelchairs and five pushing wheelchairs. We will switch roles in the second half."

"Everything else is the same as in futsal," Vilanova took over Guardiola's words, "Then let's start the grouping. Come on, let's draw lots."

"Okay, after the draw, the rosters of our 'Pep Team' and 'Tito Team' are out," physical coach Blau acted as the host.

"'Pep's team': No. 17, Charles, No. 8, Iniesta, No. 22, Abidal, No. 16, Sylvegno, No. 1, Valdes."

"Team Tito: No. 10, Messi; No. 6, Xavi; No. 15, Keita; No. 5, Puyol; No. 13, Pinto."

Charles sat in a wheelchair excitedly, "Titi, let's give them a little shock later! Busquets is pushing the captain, he definitely can't run."

Henry smiled and patted Charles on the shoulder, "Be careful later, the captain will stand up from the wheelchair in a hurry."

“Go, go, go!” Charles twisted and turned in his wheelchair, raising his hands high, “We will win!”

"Then our first Barcelona indoor five-a-side wheelchair football competition officially begins!" Blau looked at the players on the field with a smile, "Who will be the strongest wheelchair player? Let's wait and see!"

Charles and Messi were pushed not far from the center circle.

As the team doctor blew the whistle, Charles leaned forward and kicked the ball forward with his right foot with some effort.

"Back, back," Iniesta hurriedly directed the wheelchair, stretched out his foot to hook the ball passed by Charles, bounced it a bit, and finally passed the ball out from under the wheelchair with his heel.

Sylvernio was sitting in a wheelchair, almost trying to stand up, "Hurry up, Yaya, I can't catch the ball."

Yaya Toure felt like the wheelchair was going to send out sparks, "It's running, it's running."

With the help of Yaya Toure, Sylveño successfully received the ball. After seeing Charles' position, he lightly tapped the ball with the outside of his foot and passed it.

"Forward, forward, we want to conquer our territory--" Henry pushed Charles, and Charles carefully controlled the ball not far in front of him.

"You have to get past me first, little Xiali," Busquets accelerated suddenly, pushed Puyol to drift and turn, and quickly moved forward, "Let's see who is faster, the wheelchair or me!"

*I won’t go into detail about the specific content, it will be included in the free chapters.

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