It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 166 164 My Sand Hammer is Thirsty

No matter what Florentino thinks, time has not ended and the game on the field continues.

Real Madrid quickly kicked off and passed the ball back.

Originally, the situation on the field was calm and everything was still under control.

Just as Pepe received the ball, Iniesta, who was sprinting forward, saw this and without any hesitation, he slid directly towards the ball.

Pepe fell to the ground, covering his legs and rolling around.

"Damn it, stop pretending, this is just a tactical foul, why don't you get up?"

After cursing, Iniesta did not stay there for long and retreated to the midfield again.

Logically speaking, Real Madrid was just passing the ball back, so Iniesta didn't need to slide in so desperately.

What's more, Barcelona is now leading by three goals.

But Iniesta was angry.

How can this still be called a national derby if Pepe isn't given a lesson?

Real Madrid goal kick.

Casillas kicked the ball forward, and almost all the players gathered near the center circle.

The Real Madrid players were like seals heading the ball, with the ball passing back and forth over their heads.

Just as the ball was headed high towards Higuain, Puyol rushed up from behind, overpowered the little smoker and headed the ball.

Busquets volleyed the ball. Diarra and Alonso kept their eyes on the ball, and the moment the ball flew over, they immediately started to double-team Charles.

Just when Diarra was about to get close to the ball, Charles hit the ball with the outside of his right foot.

Diarra turned around quickly and saw the ball drawing a curve behind him and miraculously found Iniesta.

Diarra had no time to complain and could only resign himself to his fate and turn around and run towards Iniesta.

However, just as he was about to approach Iniesta again, Iniesta was still one step ahead of him and passed the ball to Henry.

"Henry was a step slow to react, Ramos anticipated it, got in front of Henry and intercepted the ball."

Henry gritted his teeth and chased after Ramos, while Iniesta also rushed out from the side.

Just as Ramos dodged Iniesta's outstretched foot, Henry behind him seized the opportunity, rushed out, and decisively poked the ball out.

"Henry used a tactical foul to intercept the ball."

"Not long ago, the media broke the news that Henry will leave Barcelona this summer and go to play in the Major League Soccer."

"Now after the introduction of Ibrahimovic, Barcelona often have two people taking turns to start at the center position, or when Charles is not playing, Ibrahimovic plays as center and Henry plays as left winger."

"It's hard to imagine that Charles is only 19 years old and has been nominated for the Ballon d'Or at the same time as being nominated for the Golden Boy Award for the first time.

"In fact, this is also a trend in football. Heroes emerge from youth."

The game is still going on.

Just when Busquets received the ball and wanted to break through, he glanced at the Real Madrid players in front of him, and finally passed the ball back to Puyol.

Charles was suddenly moved forward and squeezed in from behind Diarra and Alonso. At the same time, Puyol seized this rare opportunity and passed the ball to Charles again.

Before Diarra and Alonso could make a proper defense, Charles turned quickly, and Diarra reached out to grab him, but he just pulled air.

Alonso was in tune with Charles's thoughts, and just as Charles squeezed through the space between them again, he reached out and grabbed Charles' collar.

"quick!"

Charles grabbed his collar with one hand to prevent himself from being strangled.

Just when he was trying hard to control the ball under his feet, Pepe on the Real Madrid defense line took advantage of the situation and knocked Charles down with a flying tackle.

"Ah-dammit!"

Iniesta, who was standing nearby, rushed over and pulled Pepe up by his clothes.

Henry and Puyol rushed forward, and seeing the atmosphere become tense, the other Real Madrid players also surrounded them without any hesitation.

Seeing that more and more people gathered, the referee immediately ran over, fearing that these people would lose their temper and start fighting.

Just as Puyol rushed forward to do what a captain should do, Henry half-knelt on the grass and helped Charles up.

"How are you? Are you okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

Charles stood up quickly. Even though he had been tackled several times, he wasn't in any big trouble at the moment.

Seeing that Charles was fine, Henry also pulled his teammates away from the field.

Puyol blocked Iniesta behind him and stared at Pepe.

When it comes to violence, he is not afraid of anyone.

"Can you f*cking play football? Are you a lawnmower? Keep your f*cking feet clean, or else be careful. Don't think I can't handle you just because you're a defender."

Upon hearing this, Pepe, who already had a fierce look on his face, instantly became angry.

He is a man who can cut several minutes of highlights just from fighting, and when it comes to fighting, he has never lost.

Casillas rushed up in a hurry and separated the two.

"Calm down, Pepe, this is a yellow card. We are still behind. If one of us is sent off, there will be no hope."

Barcelona free kick.

"By now, both sides are getting angry."

"Xavi wanted to play a tactical set-piece this time, but Real Madrid rushed out and disrupted it in the first place."

"Barcelona's midfielder counterattacked immediately, but there was a mistake when the pass was passed to Alves."

After seeing that the time was almost up, the referee blew the whistle for the half-time break.

If Henry, Charles and Casillas hadn't intervened, the two sides would definitely have fought on the field.

Let's take a halftime break to let both players calm down.

"Okay, time for halftime."

"Real Madrid is still three goals behind. Seeing that Charles was fouled as soon as he got the ball, Real Madrid can't afford to take the risk now."

"If Charr continues to play like this, then their second half will be even more difficult, leaving Pellegrini with less and less room to play."

【Charlotte Bar】

"Oh my god, another day of carnage in the national derby."

"Yes, the owner of this forum should express his opinion."

"The game isn't over yet, and we're still three goals ahead. Wouldn't it be nice to pop some champagne at halftime?"

"It's okay. Based on my experience of watching Charles play for three seasons, Charles was able to score five goals in nine minutes in the last game. There's no problem."

"Pepe already has a yellow card. He couldn't defend against Charles in the first place. Now he has to be more careful. It's even more impossible to defend against him."

"Let's not talk about this for now. Where are our jerseys? Have we got them back?"

“All I care about now is the jersey.”

"If I wasn't so busy, I would be watching the forum 24 hours a day. I can't miss the Charles jersey."

"Good news! Good news! Brothers, we just drew a lottery at the [Barcelona Bar] and successfully won all three of Charles' jerseys."

"Now we have decided to contribute all the Charles jerseys as promised and let our friends in the Charles bar draw them." "Thank you very much for the strong support and sponsorship of the [Barca bar]"

"As long as you reply to this post 'Thank you for the sponsorship of the Barcelona Bar event, I love Barcelona', you can win any one of Charles' home jersey, away jersey one, and away jersey two."

"For this event, each person can reply up to three times, and duplicate wins will only be counted once."

"Oh my god, the Lord is so awesome!"

"Too strong, I want the jersey."

"Thank you for the Barca Bar's event sponsorship. I love Barca."

"Thank you for the Barca Bar's event sponsorship. I love Barca."

"Thank you for the Barca Bar's event sponsorship. I love Barca."

……

"What did you think of that goal from a zero angle just now?"

Henry smiled and looked at Ciel.

As a forward, although he can play in multiple positions, his favorite position is center.

The winger position was too far from the goal for him, and when he got the ball, he no longer had the strength to shoot.

So he was so shocked when he saw that Charles was in that position and still shot a ball of extremely high quality.

Charles lowered his head and smiled, "I was blinded by that kick, but there was no time to adjust, so I just shot it directly."

"How can I make such a decision at the last minute without a plan in mind?"

Messi came out from behind, "You must have practiced this many times at home, right?"

Charles smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

"Vilanova said that you and Pep often discuss football until midnight. Is that true?"

"Cough cough cough..." Ciel almost tripped and fell to the ground.

Is that what you call discussing football tactics until midnight?
It was obvious that he was called up in the middle of the night to discuss tactics, right?

"Um, let's talk about where to go for Christmas."

Charles quickly changed the subject.

"Christmas is still a long way off," Henry saw what Charles meant at a glance, "You want Christmas now?"

"No, I was just thinking that after this game, Pep might be so excited that he can't sleep all night. I was wondering if there was a way to consume his energy so that he wouldn't call me in the middle of the night. If this continues, I feel like my hair will fall out."

Messi thought about it and felt it made sense.

"So Pep likes to stay up late at night? No wonder his hair is getting thinner. I think this is a good idea."

Henry turned his head to look at Guardiola who was chatting with Vilanova, and finally nodded.

"So what activities should we do? Golf? Basketball? Tennis?"

"We might as well just play football and get the coach off the field. Wasn't he a defensive midfielder before? Let's have Pep play a football game with us and let him play as a defensive midfielder."

Charles had a sudden idea.

"Good idea. I remember Tito also played in our youth team. We can split him and Pep into two teams and have a coach competition."

Messi said excitedly.

"Good idea, what position did Tito play before?"

Henry asked with a curious look on his face.

Charles opened his mouth and was about to say something when Guardiola came over with three bottles of water.

"Charles, how are you now? That Pepe..."

"I'm fine, I feel fine now."

Charles took the water brought by Guardiola and said with a smile.

"I'm glad you're okay. Pellegrini is really too much. I don't want to think about Pepe either. The most important thing is your own body. Don't force yourself. If you really feel uncomfortable, just tell me and I'll replace you."

Guardiola patted Charles' shoulder gently.

"Let Pruna check you again later. There are some things that you often can't feel at the first time."

"Okay, I get it. By the way, Coach, we have a very interesting idea. Do you want to participate?"

Ciel asked excitedly after taking a sip of water.

Guardiola looked confused when he heard Charles' words.

"what activity?"

Messi pulled Vilanova up and stepped forward, "We just want to have a competition between coaches."

"That's right, even the coach has to go out and play football, and have an intra-team game."

Ciel nodded.

"That won't work. I'm not good at football at all. I'd rather be a coach," Vilanova said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "Pep would be a good choice to play football next time."

Guardiola pulled Vilanova over and said, "The coach can't say no. I'll agree on behalf of Tito for this game. How about it?"

Charles and Messi looked at each other and said, "Great, the coach is wise!"

Vilanova surrendered with both hands, pretending to be bitter, "Oh, spare me——"

Just as Charles was walking towards the locker room with everyone from Barcelona, ​​chatting and laughing, Benzema looked at Charles' back and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

"Pepe, aren't you afraid that you might actually break the glass man?"

"I know he's a glass man, but that doesn't matter on the court. He should be the one to be careful with his legs."

Hearing the voices of his Real Madrid teammates getting closer, Benzema gave up the idea of ​​holding Charles' hand.

As a man who is about to implement a big plan, Benzema still knows what to do.

Damn Pepe, he remembered clearly that Charles was put down by him twice today.

Since they were all tactical fouls, he didn't say anything, but the key point was that the second time was not a tactical foul, it was directly aimed at the person.

Benzema glanced at his teammates who were not yet behind him, walked quickly into the locker room, found his own locker, and checked the South American musical instruments inside.

He had spent a long time carefully selecting this musical instrument.

The maracas is a rhythmic percussion instrument that originated from South American Indians. Although it is just a musical instrument, its lethality is absolutely outstanding if it is used in a different way.

However, because the lever arm is short and there are no sharp parts, it will not cause serious damage.

The traditional maracas are made of a spherical dry gourd filled with some dry and hard seeds or gravel. There are also maracas of similar shapes made of wood, pottery, rattan and plastic, filled with beads, lead shots and other items.

This time, Benzema originally wanted to prepare a maraca with a ceramic shell, but because it needed some processing, he finally bought a maraca made of coconut shell.

After buying it, Benzema filled the maracas with lead bullets to ensure that it would not make any sound.

Soon, Pellegrini came in, pulled out a tactical board, and began to explain the new tactics.

Benzema pretended to glance at Pepe unintentionally. Now, he only felt the maracas in his hand, hungry and thirsty.

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