It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 158 Chapter 156 I, Morati, have invested in this project!
Intermission.

As soon as Guardiola walked into the locker room, he was stopped by team doctor Pruna.

"what happened?"

Guardiola looked at the team doctor with some confusion.

"Pep, the H1N1 flu is getting worse and worse, and now UEFA refuses to postpone the game. Now we have to consider and prevent the players from being infected with the H1N1 flu."

During this period, H1N1 influenza is raging in Europe.

Apart from Ukraine, where the situation is currently the most serious, players in other leagues, such as the Premier League and Ligue 1, have already been infected with the influenza A virus.

Moreover, although Ukraine, where the H1N1 flu is most serious, has restricted the movement of people, international sports events have not been postponed. Now, Inter Milan can only take the risk to go to Ukraine to play.

Barcelona's next Champions League opponent is Inter Milan, who just returned from Ukraine.

"What's the current situation with the flu?"

Vilanova couldn't help but frown.

Pruna handed the report in his hand to Guardiola.

"It looks like the situation is getting worse. In the French Ligue 3, Paris Saint-Germain has already had three cases of influenza A, and we also have players from La Liga who have been infected with H1N1."

"If we look at it from a broader perspective, the number of people is increasing. Real Betis, which was relegated to the Spanish Football League B last season, confirmed on the 29th that 10 of their players had contracted influenza A (H1N1)."

Guardiola carefully read the report handed over by the team doctor and finally sighed.

"We can only take more precautions. Please tell the players about the precautions and do daily disinfection."

For a contagious virus like influenza A, a group with a large number of players and high mobility like a team is very likely to be infected.

While Guardiola was still worrying about this matter, Charles slowly walked off the field with his teammates.

There was a recent H1N1 flu outbreak, but for the players, there is another thing whose impact is no less than that of the H1N1 flu.

"Have you seen the latest news?"

Pik asked.

"What news?" Harvey squeezed up from behind and asked curiously.

Charles was thoughtful because Spain's tax laws are going to be reformed recently.

It is stipulated that foreigners who come to Spain to work after 2010 and have an annual income of more than 60 euros must pay 43% of their total income in taxes, while previously this proportion was only 24% (Beckham Act).

The Spanish professional football league (including La Liga) is very unhappy with the new tax law, and the president of the Professional League, Astia Saran, has threatened to strike.

“So is a strike really possible?”

Messi also turned his head.

Charles shook his head. "It's unlikely. Spain's economy has been bad recently. The new tax law will definitely be implemented. But the strike will probably not end in the end. It will only last for a few days at most."

Puyol nodded, smiled and added, "Okay, don't think too much."

After returning to the locker room, after listening to some precautions on preventing influenza and relaxing for a while, Charles once again followed his teammates out of the locker room.

No one made any substitutions in the second half.

Barcelona quickly passed the ball back after kicking off.

After Puyol got the ball, he started to dribble forward and kept observing the situation on the field.

Seeing Puyol pass the ball to Toure, Charles kept adjusting his position.

Just as Toure passed the ball to Charles, Charles turned around smoothly and touched the ball again.

The ball rolled quickly on the ground and landed at Iniesta's feet in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, Abidal also took the opportunity to join in.

The moment Iniesta got the ball, Ansaldi and Navas immediately came up to him. Iniesta did not choose to break through, but passed the ball to Abidal again.

Seeing this, Charles followed, but didn't get too close.

At the beginning of the game, all the players were concentrating their attention and energy. Under Navas's strict defense, Abidal passed the ball back to Iniesta again.

Ciel didn't need to look up, he knew that the next best choice was himself.

At present, all the other Barcelona players in the frontcourt are too close to Kazan's penalty area. Every player around them is a ball cage. Only when Iniesta passes the ball, these cages will close instantly.

Sure enough, Iniesta kicked the ball.

"call out--"

As soon as Noboa saw Charles catch the ball, he turned around and looked over.

Charles pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his right foot. Noboa kept moving. Just when he decided not to predict Charles's actions, he didn't expect that Charles paused for a second and then pulled the ball back with his right foot.

Noboa felt his head was shaking and a little dizzy, but Charles said it was not over yet.

Just as he received the ball with his left foot and Noboa just caught up, Charles flicked the ball with the outside of his foot again and passed it diagonally to Iniesta.

Abidal was still standing in the same place. When the two passed the ball to each other, Charles quickly retreated to the side, attracting Ruby's players to run towards him and freeing up more space.

Football, perhaps, is a game of space and time.

At the moment when Iniesta received the pass from Abidal, the space that Charles had just created and left empty became the chest of Ruby Kazan that was about to be pierced by a sharp blade.

"Snapped--"

A white light like a football flew by, and a red and blue figure rushed out.

"Although there was space just now, the players of Rubin Kazan compressed the space in an instant, which resulted in Ibrahimovic not having much room to deal with the ball and he could only carry the ball out."

Charles took a look and finally ran out.

When Ibrahimovic saw this scene, his eyes lit up and he kicked the ball without hesitation.

Noboa still wanted to defend Charles, but Charles stopped the ball with the inside of his left foot. At the moment when Noboa stretched out his foot, he pushed the ball outwards, dribbled the ball horizontally and immediately passed it to Toure.

"Barcelona are now constantly moving the ball back and forth, constantly creating space through the movement of their players."

"Xavi feinted and passed the ball back again... Charles made a magical run and got to the edge of the penalty area, where he had a chance to shoot."

"Break through, pass to the left, Iniesta... shoot!"

"The ball is in!"

"Through Barcelona's dazzling cooperation, Barcelona finally broke through Rubin Kazan's defense again and sent the ball into the goal."

"Kazan had already scored a goal and it seemed that victory was possible, but in the end the goddess of victory just waved at them, and her real favor went to Barcelona, ​​who attacked like a flood of mercury."

Camp Nou VIP box.

Moratti looked at the scene on the field with satisfaction, thought about it, and finally all his appreciation turned into helplessness.

As a good boss who is willing to give for the team, Moratti has always hoped that Inter Milan can achieve better results.

Mourinho approached him as soon as he returned from hospital after the last Champions League game, hoping to have a "very good player".

Moratti has been the team chairman for so many years, so he should know what Mourinho meant.

Isn't it just like wanting to buy Charlton Athletic's players because you are envious of them?

He wants to buy it too.

It's just too difficult.

It was rare that Moratti felt that he was thinking so hard that all his hair would fall out and he didn't know how to satisfy the "madman" under him. Looking at the players still celebrating on the field, Moratti opened the door of the box alone and walked through the passage to the outside.

He is a little hungry now and wants to see if there is anything else to eat.

Although food was provided in the box at Camp Nou, it was always the same food and he was tired of it.

Morati walked out of the corridor and just reached the stairs when he smelled the mouth-watering aroma of food.

This aroma smells like a hamburger, but it is completely different from those vulgar hamburgers. It is the aroma of an excellent hamburger that makes people want to salivate.

Moratti followed the smell of the hamburgers and walked over.

As an Italian, and a wealthy Italian at that, he grew up surrounded by all kinds of delicious food.

It's not like they're some British guy who hasn't had any good food.

But the total number of pages of cookbooks he had eaten was longer than the history of the United States, and he had never been as crazy about a burger as he was now.

Like an adventurer following the charming fragrance in the air, he finally found the source of the smell!
"Hello, where did you buy the hamburgers in your hands? They smell delicious."

Moratti forced himself to swallow the saliva that was flowing wildly, trying not to be too rude, and kept staring at other people's hamburgers.

Alessandro hesitated for a moment, "Um, you mean this burger in my hand?"

Alvaro smiled, but he couldn't help but have a hint of doubt in his heart.

He remembered that he didn't seem to find any actors?
How come someone actually delivered it to my door?
Moratti nodded. "Yes, I smelled the aroma from a long distance away, so I just wanted to ask where I bought this burger."

"I made this burger, I didn't buy it, so you can't buy it if you want to," Alvaro explained.

"Yes, he is the chef of the most famous hamburger restaurant in Madrid, and there is no branch here yet."

Alessandro continued.

"If you really want to buy it, you can go to Madrid to have a look next time."

Moratti felt a little regretful.

Is it possible that now not only the players but also the good hamburgers are being taken away from him and he cannot get them directly?

Wait, Moratti looked at the hamburger in Alessandro's hand and suddenly remembered something.

It seems, it is said, it is very likely that Barcelona is working on a burger to ensure Charles' health.

In other words, if Inter Milan could develop such a hamburger first, it would be very likely that they could bring Charles to Inter Milan first? !
"What kind of burger place do you own?"

Morati asked expectantly.

"I, Morati, have invested in this project!"

……

Just as Moratti was about to invest, the Barcelona players' celebration ended.

Rubin Kazan restarted the game.

Domingos kicked the ball quickly, but before the ball had been kicked a few times, it was obvious that the Barcelona players were very excited, unlike the Kazan players who had just conceded a goal.

Just as Iniesta was pressing, Charles also rushed forward to press.

Seeing Iniesta blocking his way, Noboa immediately stepped on the ball with his left foot, and then pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his foot.

Just when he kicked the ball with the inside of his right foot and wanted to pass it, Charles quickly stretched out his foot, and Noboa, who had already made the move, had no time to change his action.

Charles turned around and passed the ball again with his foot.

After Puyol stopped the ball, he looked at the entire court and finally passed the ball to Abidal.

Kalxin kept watching Abidal's movements, but still had no way to stop him.

Charles once again appeared in the most reasonable place, and his left foot stretched out at the moment the ball came. The ball was like a beam of light shining in the water, producing the most ingenious refraction.

Karadenis and Iniesta were just not far in front of Charles. When Noboa saw this, he immediately slammed on the emergency brakes.

Just as he leaned forward, the ball that had just been refracted by Charles instantly passed through Noboa.

Karadnis quickly came to assist.

Ibrahimovic and Sharonov rushed towards the ball together, but Sharonov was one step faster.

Iniesta hurried forward and tried to snatch the ball. At the moment when he lowered his center of gravity and spread his legs, Sharonov pushed the ball inwards again with the toe of his left foot.

Just as Iniesta tried his best to spread his legs and block the ball, Sharonov also saw Iniesta's limit and kicked the ball outwards with the toe of his left foot again.

The ball drew a zigzag on the grass, and just as Iniesta turned around, the ball had already passed to Salukovadze's feet.

Charles rushed forward quickly, and just as Salukovadze touched the ball with the tip of his right foot to stop the ball and turned around, Charles did not hesitate to turn sideways and knock the ball with his right foot.

Sarukovadze thought to himself that something was wrong and immediately stretched out his right foot to try to block the ball, but he was still a step too late.

Rubin Kazan throw-in.

Sarukovadze took the ball, wiped it with his jersey, aimed at the direction of Noboa and threw it hard.

Although Xiaer was stuck behind, he did not give up directly. He saw the right opportunity and jumped up, heading the ball past Noboa.

The ball drew an arc in the air, like a branch bent by the weight of fruits. Before it flew too long or too high, it fell directly onto Harvey's feet.

Xavi lightly picked up the ball like a scorpion's tail, trying to pass it on again.

But falling behind can never erase the momentum of Kazan players, but instead make them explode.

Simak teleported between Ibrahimovic and Xavi, and successfully intercepted the ball with his right foot.

Xima can appear suddenly, and Charles is not dead.

Just when Simak was about to pass the ball to Salukovadze, Charles immediately came in from behind, made a calm sliding tackle, aimed at the ball, and directly stole the ball from Simak's feet.

Sarukovadze just ran forward and wanted to support his teammates, but he didn't expect to receive a lonely ball. The ball was intercepted by Charles and hit his feet directly and bounced out of bounds.

"The second half was different. Although there were no substitutions, I don't know what the coach of Rubin Kazan said during the halftime break. It is very effective now."

"There is a saying that goes 'Don't chase after a defeated enemy'. Rubin Kazan, who are now behind, are a defeated enemy. Barcelona is having a harder time now than in the first half."

Alisanteev caught the ball and ran wildly.

Following on the left side of Karadenis, just as he was getting close to him, Karadenis flicked the ball with his left foot, then turned around and passed the ball horizontally to Kalesin who was waiting for the ball.

Barcelona's defense was not so easily broken through.

Helpless Kalesin could only pass the ball back. After passing through the defense of Rubin Kazan, the ball moved back to Riasantev's feet.

The Barcelona players gathered towards Ria Santeff like a tide, and just when they were about to be completely surrounded, Ria Santeff calmly found Karadenis in the crowd.

The moment Karadnis caught the ball, he seemed to have never run so fast before, and rushed out like a flash of lightning.

And just as he was about to step into the penalty area, the ball sent by Karadnis arrived as expected.

Calmly, Riasantev felt the eyes focused on him and stared into the distance.

Hit the door.

"call out--"

Valdes immediately moved sideways, and at the moment the ball flew over, he touched the ground with both feet, jumped high, and directly picked the ball out of the air.

"Oh, I was so close just now, but I still can't break through Valdez's five fingers."

(End of this chapter)