It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 137 Chapter 135 Mourinho: Who threw the burger?
"Ciel!"

“Ciel!!”

"Ciel!!!"

There was constant cheering from the away fans' stands and the neutral fans' stands. The shouts quickly became unified from the initial chaos, and the enthusiasm in their hearts all flourished and turned into the most dazzling name of No. 7 in their hearts.

And Charles did not disappoint them. He made a rare turn and ran to the away fans' stand, put his hands on his chest, and then slowly opened his arms.

In an instant, the away fans went crazy.

God loves the world, but now God on the court loves them!
Michele Moretti, who was sitting in the conference room watching the game, looked at the pictures on TV excitedly. He originally wanted to remain calm and not lose his chairman's demeanor, but at this moment he could no longer bear it.

As the president of Ajaccio, he loves the club deeply, but has no money.

In the 2005-06 season, the team's last glorious moment, when they were still playing in Ligue 7, their budget was seven times that of Lyon.

In the 2006-07 season, he had to accept the fact that the team was relegated, but the lack of money restricted the club's efforts to overcome Ligue , and they could not even reach the promotion zone in Ligue .

Later, due to the financial crisis, in order to get through this difficult time, he had to reduce the number of players in the club, but he did not expect that this reduction would include the loss of a super player - Charles!
"Yes, these are the stars that our club has produced, just like Marius Tresor, Sebastian Squillaci, Dado Pulso, Dominic Baratelli, Rolande Kubis and Guillermo Ochoa. No, Charleroi is much stronger than them."

Michele Moretti said excitedly, "This year marks the 100th anniversary of the founding of Ajaccio Football Club. With our long history and outstanding ability to train stars, we only need a little opportunity to make the name of Ajaccio great again!"

"Hmm..." The Ajaccio Sports Department official pondered for a moment, "Ajaccio Gazelec Football Club said the same thing, and they said that Charles spent his youth training time and grew there. Compared to you, their role will be greater and more important."

Since Charles became famous, more and more people have come to Ajaccio for tourism. The main source of income for Corsica has always been tourism. The more famous Ajaccio becomes, the more people come to travel, and the better their economy will be.

So it is natural to fund or help Ajaccio's football club.

Michel Moretti was so anxious that he almost stood up from his chair. "Gazelec was founded in the same year as our club, but they have never been as good as us! Their stadium can only seat 8000 people."

"And then we can invite Charles to participate in the 100th anniversary competition of our club."

The Ajaccio official nodded and said, "You're right. Why don't we invite Charles back to play a friendly match together? As for the money, I'll let you know after I discuss the result with the department."

Mitchell clenched his hands.

Merde.

Even if he were to play football next time, his goal efficiency would be higher than this group of people's efficiency. No, this group of people's football level would be better than his players'!

It would be fine if he wasn't willing to pay, but he actually wanted a piece of the pie.

The Gazelek next door is not as annoying as you guys.

……

After conceding another goal, Inter Milan's defense became tighter. Although Barcelona had been controlling the ball and it was constantly threatening Inter Milan's goal, facing the iron-like defense, even their flowing offense could hardly penetrate.

In the injury time of the first half, Toure stole the ball from Montari. Montari wanted to turn around and block Toure, but Toure turned around and pushed the ball with the outside of his left foot.

At the same time, Charles changed his running rhythm, shook off Motta and easily received the ball.

"Hold him! Hold him quickly!"

Mourinho couldn't help but his heart beating wildly as he watched the situation on the field.

Charles is like an adult movie, many people dare not admit publicly that they like it, but he dares, so when can Moratti buy Charles? !
Hearing the coach's angry shout, Motta gritted his teeth and struggled to move his legs, adjusting his pace to the fastest, but Charles was faster than him. He wanted to reach out but was just a few centimeters away.

Zanetti still wanted to stop Charles, but Charles didn't give him the chance at all.

Obviously he was still facing him, but the next second Charles kicked the ball out with the outside of his right foot.

"Snapped--"

Samuel was leaning forward, trying to run faster, but when he saw the ball passing in front of him and wanted to stretch his legs to intercept it, he found that it was too late.

Chivu rushed towards Messi, trying to clear the ball, but Messi just flicked the ball away and his plan failed. Lucio gave up Ibrahimovic behind him and rushed forward.

At this critical moment, Messi wanted to head the ball, but at the highest point of the ball, Lucio touched the ground with both feet, jumped high, and headed the ball away, overpowering Messi.

Just as everyone's eyes followed the ball, Alves headed the ball from the right and Cesar immediately adjusted his position.

Zanetti had just stepped onto the top of the penalty area and wanted to work with Motta to keep an eye on Charr, the unstable factor, but they were still a step too late. Charr stood near the penalty spot and headed the ball without hesitation when facing the flying ball.

At this critical moment, Cesar remained calm under all eyes, and he bent down and dived sideways as if he was diving. Just when he thought he would block the ball, the ball bounced a little on the ground and jumped into his arm.

"Charles—Charles—"

"The ball goes in, Barcelona 2:0 Inter Milan!"

"Today, Barcelona wore an orange-red away jersey and looked like a ball of fire when they ran on the field."

"At this moment, no matter how cold and tight the blue-black steel defense is, the flames will rush across this green field."

"As long as they heat up, as long as they burn, as long as they never go out and keep burning, Charles will appear where everyone is expecting him, holding torches and wood, melting the defensive ice called Inter Milan!"

"When I first watched a game, I was attracted by the parabolas on the court. The beauty of a parabola does not lie in the splendor of the highest point, but in the courage to face challenges head-on."

"Although Barcelona's parabola was once blocked above Inter Milan, and Inter Milan's defenders looked like an insurmountable Mount Everest, the ball from Barcelona was still moving towards the mountains covered with blue and black stripes."

"The ball was still in the air, and Charles did not disappoint them. He jumped high from the penalty spot and successfully broke through the siege."

"I guess Milan's Mount Everest has never been a mountain that limits him. If migratory birds can't cross it, let him give it a ride."

"Look forward to him, trust him, and Charles will use his incredible creativity and magic to turn attempts into successes!"

Mitchell watched Charles and his teammates celebrate on the court, then glanced at the report just submitted by the operations director, and finally took a pen and made a mark on the ticket price.

Damn the financial crisis!
As the chairman of the football club, he also pays close attention to football. His family subscribes to many sports newspapers. He has also read many newspapers that either praise or criticize Charr, saying that Charr is Barcelona's most failed signing.

His heart ached especially at this time.

No matter what glass cannon or super bubble man, as long as Charles can score goals and assist, he is willing to play only 25 minutes a game. But what makes him most painful is not that he can't get it, but that he once had it.

Merde.

The game starts again.

After Inter Milan kicked off again, the ball passed through the backcourt, and Chivu passed the ball to Montari, who then passed the ball directly to Milito.

Milito tried to break through with the ball, but Puyol didn't give him the chance at all and was stuck between him and Eto'o.

Milito finally broke into the Barcelona penalty area but still failed to create a suitable shooting space. As he was about to reach the end line, he kicked the ball with his right foot as if passing or shooting.

Puyol stretched out his foot to intercept almost at the same time, and under the expectant gaze of Inter Milan fans, the ball passed Puyol's feet, but in the end all expectations turned into a sigh - Valdes, who attacked, took the ball safely.

Valdes threw the ball to Abidal's feet, and Zanetti and Motta turned around without hesitation when they saw it.

At the moment the two turned around, Abidal saw where Charles was and kicked the ball without hesitation.

"call out--"

Charles stopped the ball safely while running, and at the same time Zanetti hurried back to Charles.

Seeing that Motta was still some distance away and Charles was full of energy and it didn't look like 25 minutes had passed, Zanetti gritted his teeth and grabbed Charles' clothes from behind.

In the second when Charles was pulled back and slowed down, Motta and Maicon rushed over together, and the three of them surrounded Charles, one from behind and one from the left and right.

But soon, Charles' brute force in rushing forward caused Zanetti to lose his grip, and at the moment he lost his grip, Charles accelerated again.

Seeing that Charles wanted to cut inside, Maicon immediately stretched out his right foot to try to intercept the ball. Charles quickly pushed the ball outwards with his right foot. At the same time, Motta also stretched out his left foot. Charles had no time to avoid and was tripped.

I slid more than half a meter on the slippery ground and experienced the joy of paddling.

Guardiola threw away the hamburger that he was holding in his arms to keep warm, and knelt on the sidelines with his hands behind his head.

"Pruna! Pruna!"

"Snapped."

Mourinho touched his head, picked up the burger that hit him, clenched his left fist and looked around, "Who did it?"

Before he even got back to the player tunnel, someone threw a burger at him! Should he be thankful it wasn't a pizza covered in soup?
The assistant coach carefully pointed at Guardiola, who was kneeling on the ground and screaming.

"Jose, it was Pep who threw the burger."

Mourinho's face twisted and he tore open the wrapping paper of the hamburger. Sure enough, the Barcelona logo on the hamburger came into view.

As soon as he saw the team logo, Mourinho instantly remembered the years when he worked as a translator in Barcelona and the various grievances he had with Barcelona.

He can do everything for victory. He can be practical or flamboyant. As long as it is for victory and as long as he can win the championship, no matter how good the relationship off the court is, as long as they are his opponents, they are all his enemies.

He wants to win. He wants to use his supreme achievements to shut everyone up and slap the faces of those who looked down upon him before.

He hates Barcelona.

With all his appreciation and hatred, Mourinho opened his mouth and took a bite of the hamburger with the Barcelona logo printed on it.

"Are you OK?"

Henry and Abidal rushed over instantly, and at the moment when Henry helped Charles up, Abidal forcefully pushed Motta to the ground.

Eto'o glanced at Guardiola who was kneeling on the ground, and rushed towards Ibrahimovic at a faster speed.

Maxwell, sitting on the bench, watched Motta being pushed down with a blank expression on his face.

As soon as Sneijder saw Messi and others, he rushed over subconsciously. Halfway through, he seemed to remember something and his pace became even faster.

The Avengers ran towards the foul site from all directions with mixed and complicated purposes.

"Charles was pushed to the ground. No one knows what's happening now. His national team teammates reacted the fastest and rushed out. Inter Milan's reaction was not much slower and they also ran over."

"The situation is a bit out of control now. With such a large-scale conflict, it will be difficult for the referee to control the situation."

"Look at the coaches of both teams. Guardiola is kneeling on the ground with his hands folded, praying that the players are okay, while Mourinho is standing on the sidelines eating a hamburger calmly."

"Okay, Barcelona's huge medical team is on the field. Ouch, Charles just slid half a meter on his face on the ground. It seems that he bumped his nose and is bleeding."

"Barcelona's team doctor is now urgently treating Charles' injury. Ouch, it looks like the injury is too serious. Now Guardiola has to make a substitution."

Charles was helped off the field by the team doctor, and Henry followed behind him nervously, "Is he okay?"

Pruna shook his head. "It may not be a big problem now, but we must go to the hospital for examination and to stop the bleeding for the specific situation."

When Guardiola saw Charles leave the field, he immediately stood up from the ground.

"Charlie is already ready at the hospital, let's take Charles to the hospital for a thorough checkup now!"

German referee Wolfgang Stark blew his whistle immediately after giving Motta and Abidal a yellow card respectively.

Although he is called a "harsh referee", Barcelona and Inter Milan have never won the games he officiated, but a conflict of this scale cannot be controlled by a "harsh referee".

After glaring at each other fiercely, the two sides walked towards the player tunnel one after the other.

After Abidal returned to the locker room, he took a look at the Hamburger SV which had disappeared in the middle, and suddenly turned to look at Reus and his teammates who had come with the team.

“Who has pizza?”

In the 2004 Manchester United-Arsenal match, the Gunners were already trailing 0-2 at halftime, and then a conflict broke out between the players of both teams in the player tunnel. The coaching staff and staff also joined the fray. Neither Ferguson nor Wenger could persuade their adrenaline-fuelled subordinates to stop. As a result, someone took advantage of the chaos and threw a plate of pizza at Sir Alex Ferguson. The Scotsman had to change his clothes before accepting a TV interview.

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