It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 168: Real Madrid locker room brawl
"Unstoppable goal, unstoppable Charles!"

"No matter how many dirty tricks Pellegrini came up with in the dressing room, and no matter how hard Real Madrid players tried to implement them, nothing could stop them in the end."

"Just like you can only block the sunlight, but you can't hurt the sun."

"Although he was fouled and knocked down many times, Charles didn't say anything, nor did he complain to the referee. He just stood up silently again and again."

"But Pepe's dirty moves and fouls that murder football will eventually be punished with justice."

"Four goals. Once again, Charles dominated the game against Real Madrid."

"If Real Madrid's choice is to murder the beauty of football, then Charles' choice is to use an irreversible fact to declare to everyone here: football can never be truly murdered."

"There were a lot of rumours in the newspapers that Real Madrid wanted to bring Charles back to the Bernabeu."

"But looking at what just happened on the football field, if this is the so-called desire, the treatment of Real Madrid's lost treasure, it's better not to go to the Bernabeu!"

"Because they don't deserve it."

"Guardiola is going to make a substitution, which is a very wise choice."

"Because judging by the situation on the field, Real Madrid was under the control of extreme emotions that they would be destroyed if they couldn't get it. No one knew what unreasonable instructions Pellegrini would make next."

Charles looked at the substitution card on the sidelines, touched his waist, and slowly walked off the field.

He will look at the mirror in the locker room later. He can't see it now, but Charles feels that the spot must not be much better.

We can't just swallow this anger.

He suffered in Barcelona's cafeteria every day. This time when Real Madrid came, he couldn't eat in the cafeteria and couldn't even take a bath in the bathhouse.

If the situation is too serious, he will find the administrator to see if the water valve in the bathroom of the away locker room can be turned off.

If you dare to play against Charles in Barcelona, ​​you must be mentally prepared.

After high-fiving Ibrahimovic, Charles left the field.

Guardiola ran over with a worried look on his face, "Charles, go to the locker room now and let the team doctor take a closer look. It would be best if you can go to the hospital for another thorough checkup later."

"Okay, I know."

Ciel nodded.

This was just what he wanted.

"Does your waist still hurt? Has the medicine worn off?"

Guardiola frowned when he saw Charles touching his waist.

"It's true that I still feel a little uncomfortable. Let me go in and check it out first."

Ciel explained quietly.

The medicine sprayed by the team doctor is analgesic.

He took allergy medicine today, not painkillers, so it is normal for him to feel pain.

"Go in quickly, or go directly to the hospital. Charlie is waiting in the hospital."

As he spoke, Guardiola nudged Charles.

Ciel obediently walked towards the locker room.

It’s a bit regrettable that Ibrahimovic didn’t start today.

Although Puyol is iron-blooded, he is still too far away.

If Ibrahimovic, the black belt master of Taekwondo, were here, Pepe probably wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous.

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but sigh that Pepe was very lucky.

If the referee had not given the card quickly today and let him leave the field directly, if he was still on the field, I don't know how many kicks he would have taken from Ibrahimovic.

After returning to the locker room, Charles didn't even check the bruises on his back. He went straight to the locker room manager and asked him to turn off the water valve in the visiting team's locker room.

Benzema and Diarra who were implicated can come to his house to take a shower.

"Should I turn off the water valve?"

The administrator adjusted his glasses.

Ciel said nothing, but turned around to reveal the bruises on his back.

Seeing this, the administrator immediately took a deep breath and stood up.

"Damn it, Real Madrid, they broke our shower facilities!"

The water cup on the table shook, and the administrator looked at his watch and said, "Don't worry, I'll take care of this."

Before Charles could say anything, the administrator immediately turned and left.

Soon, the administrator opened the door with the key in his hand, found the water valve of the visiting team's locker room, and closed it without hesitation.

After successfully shutting it off, the administrator clapped his hands, then turned the valve a few more times out of concern.

Just as he was about to leave, an idea suddenly occurred to him. He found the electric meter box, confirmed it several times, and then turned off the power in the visiting team's locker room.

"Damn Real Madrid, it's really abominable. I don't know what they did in the locker room. They tripped the circuit breaker of our precious Camp Nou."

The administrator muttered to himself.

Just as Charles went to find the administrator to turn off the water valve, the fans in the stands also focused their attention elsewhere.

A fan with a fat face touched his hand.

"are you ready?"

"Ready."

Several fans around him said in unison.

Hearing this, the fat-faced fan winked and left his seat.

After he left, the fans around him also left one after another.

Soon, a group of people followed the leading fan to the parking lot.

The fat-faced fan took out a dozen masks from the trunk of his car, distributed them to everyone, and then grabbed a handful of golf clubs from a box.

A habitual offender, this is it.

"The H1N1 flu is serious recently, so I prepared some extra masks."

"Besides, playing golf is my personal hobby, and there happens to be a set of golf clubs here, so is it okay for me to carry it with me?"

"Yes, yes, that's all right!"

After distributing the things, he picked up a road cone from the ground and waved his hand.

"Let's go and teach that damn Pepe a lesson."

Everyone put on masks silently, and each of them held a golf club in their hands and followed the fans with fat faces.

"Won't we be arrested right away if we charge into the field?"

Finally someone responded.

"No, wait, let's not jump down from the stands. Let's go in from the restaurant. There is a glass door there, and we'll go in to the players' tunnel. We'll wait in the tunnel for a while, and then go in and teach him a lesson after the game is over."

The fan with a face full of flesh explained patiently.

……

Soon, the referee, who was afraid to add extra time, blew the whistle to end the game, fearing that if he waited one more second, the situation on the field would get out of control.

Barcelona 5:1 Real Madrid.

Real Madrid fans watched this scene with great reluctance.

It’s bad enough that Real Madrid didn’t win, but Pepe also injured Charles.

Thinking of this, the Real Madrid fans were so angry that they voluntarily left the stadium.

They really didn't want to stay in this sad place any longer.

"Let's go, now is the time to teach him a lesson."

The ferocious-looking fan said this while tightly gripping the golf club in his hand.

At the same time, the players on the field walked off the court one after another.

Benzema didn't walk too fast in order not to attract attention.

Soon, the group returned to the visiting team's locker room.

"It's so dark, does anyone remember where the switch is?"

As soon as Raul entered the locker room, he found it pitch dark.

Now that the game is over, it’s already dark.

If he were in the Real Madrid locker room, he could find the switch with his eyes closed.

Benzema did not say anything. With the help of the light coming through the locker room door, he accurately found his seat, unzipped his backpack, and took out his "instrument".

"Found it. Hey, why is the light off?"

Casillas found the switch with his excellent memory, but there was no light in the entire visiting team's locker room except the sound of him constantly pressing the switch.

Benzema's mouth curled up slightly. God help me.

However, just as he was about to implement his plan, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the venue.

Benzema subconsciously hid the maracas behind him.

"Who?"

"Brothers, come on!"

"Bang--pa--ka--"

"Damn it, who hit me!"

"Ah - stop hitting -"

The locker room was pitch black after the power outage and nothing could be seen, but it was extremely lively.

Soon the noise in the locker room attracted Pellegrini.

"Damn it, what are you guys doing? Fighting right after the game is over!"

"Turn on the light, turn on the light for me!"

Pellegrini felt like he could hardly breathe.

He knew that Real Madrid had a tradition of locker room fighting, but which top team's locker room didn't have such a tradition?
For example, during the internal strife in the Bayern dressing room in 1999, Lizarazu slapped Matthäus in the face during public training.

But he didn't expect that the infighting in Real Madrid's locker room would be so serious.

If he were a little older, would he have to learn from the previous head coach Ramos and hide in the toilet?
Thinking of this, listening to the noisy sounds and the dark locker room, Pellagrini's face turned green with anger, and he turned around and left to find someone to calm down the war.

Just after Pellegrini turned and left, fans holding golf clubs rushed out of Barcelona's away team locker room like slippery loaches.

The chaos continued, but fortunately this "power outage" did not last long.

When the hard-working administrator turned on the switch while counting the time, the light in the Real Madrid locker room finally came on again.

Pepe was lying on the ground with a bruised face and his white jersey was covered with various footprints.

In an instant, all the Real Madrid players stepped back in fear.

When they were fighting in the team just now, they shouldn't have hurt their own people by mistake, right?
Diara lowered his head and dared not look at this scene.

Quietly kick a broken maracas ball under your seat.

Another French player, Benzema, sat in his seat, holding his backpack with an innocent look on his face, and seemed as if he had not reacted yet.

Pellegrini, who had just called for help, felt a sudden rush of pain before his eyes.

It turns out it wasn’t an internal fight, it was a gang fight!
Seeing this, Pellegrini had a rough idea of ​​the punishment method in mind.

After the internal conflict, Bayern did not blame Lizarazu for it. Instead, they chose to smooth things over and fined both of them.

However, many Bayern players are deeply dissatisfied with this.

They don’t think the club is biased, but they think the club is not biased enough!

So, other Bayern players took the initiative to donate money to pay Lizarazu's fine.

As for Matthäus who was beaten, he had to pay for it himself.

He intends to imitate Bayern's original punishment method.

"What happened just now?"

Everyone in the locker room looked at each other.

Furious, Pellegrini pushed open the door of the coaches' lounge in the locker room and said, "Come in one by one and tell me what happened. Igor, come in first!"

Casillas followed in with a confused look on his face.

At this time, Raul stood up, narrowed his eyes, and looked around the locker room like an eagle.

"I have to keep this all to myself. If anyone tells anyone about this, this will be his last day at Real Madrid."

Everyone nodded.

What happens in the locker room must stay in the locker room. This is the unspoken rule in football locker rooms.

Pepe saw himself lying on the ground for a long time without anyone taking care of him. He endured the severe pain and shouted, "Hey, save me first——"

When Ronaldo, Raul and others sent Pepe to the hospital, Benzema, who had been sitting in his seat, quietly reached into his backpack and put down the broken handle of the maracas.

But how could such a thing be concealed, especially at Camp Nou.

After the game, reporters quickly learned what had just happened in the Real Madrid locker room.

Pellegrini was still trying to find a traitor in the locker room, so he had to send his assistant coach alone.

The moment Guardiola walked into the venue, reporters on the scene had already compiled new questions based on the explosive news.

"Pep, there was a fight in the Real Madrid dressing room just now. Are you aware of this?"

"It is said that more than a dozen fans rushed into the Real Madrid dressing room, causing serious injuries to Real Madrid players. Was this organized by Barcelona?"

"Charles went straight back to the locker room after leaving the game. Is it because he was injured?"

"Puyol, what did you say to Pepe on the field?"

Guardiola didn't react to what had happened for a while, and the Real Madrid assistant coach who attended the meeting alone started talking first.

The Real Madrid captain's gag order did not work so well on the staff.

Besides, the truth has already been exposed, so there is no point in hesitating and covering it up.

"After the game, Manuel and I were still communicating with Mr Guardiola and did not return to the locker room immediately."

"But when we came back, we were stunned. A group of unknown thugs, wearing Barcelona jerseys, rushed into the locker room, but it was pitch black in the locker room, and they just beat up our players."

At this point, the assistant coach, who had originally looked gloomy, suddenly burst into tears.

"We don't know why. When we called people over, there were only injured players lying on the ground in the locker room, and the thugs ran away without a trace."

"Such an action should never appear on a football field, nor in the locker room after the game. We now seriously suspect that this is the epitome of Barcelona's barbarity and brutality."

"From the beginning, Barcelona was not a good team. They actually attacked the opponent's players after the game."

Guardiola looked at his assistant coach in disbelief.

Puyol picked up the microphone and started talking.

"We didn't even know what was going on. We just arrived at the press conference and heard a dog barking."

"What thugs attacked your locker room? Why don't you blame us for whatever happened in your locker room?"

"Everyone knows that your locker room has the most conflicts... humph."

Reporters off the field exclaimed it was exciting.

I wish Puyol could say more, because apart from Real Madrid themselves, the people who know them best are their arch-rivals Barcelona.

Amid the flash of lights, Guardiola was gloomy.

"After I returned to the dressing room, Charles was taken to hospital for further examination and treatment. Everyone in the dressing room was concerned about Charles and had no time to attack the Real Madrid dressing room."

"If Pellegrini or Raul can't control their dressing room, I don't mind letting our captain Puyol go to Real Madrid to share his experience for a few days."

Puyol was beaming.

As soon as Guardiola finished speaking, the entire conference hall was instantly filled with noisy sounds.

"Excuse me, Pep, what happened to Charles?"

"Charles' waist was still hurting after he returned to the dressing room. He also felt a little uncomfortable in his foot, which was the foot that Pepe kicked him in."

Guardiola looked bleak.

"After the team doctor's examination, it was found to be a bone stress reaction. Charr's style of play would not have caused such a problem, but because of Pellegrini's tactics and Pepe's foul, Charr faced such a problem."

"We don't know how long Charles will be out for. He is still in the hospital and his condition needs daily observation."

"In addition to the bone stress reaction, there is also a waist injury, which also requires further examination."

"As for the turmoil in the Real Madrid dressing room, I think it was just your normal behavior after losing the game. After all, it's not the first time you have done such a thing."

"That kind of thing never happens in my dressing room."

"I don't care what the Real Madrid dressing room is like. It has nothing to do with Barcelona. The only thing I care about now is Charles' injury."

"Is this wrong?"

The teaching assistant couldn't stand it anymore and regretted not bringing someone with him.

"In all my years with the team, I have never seen or heard of any visiting team players being beaten in the locker room after a game."

"Don't make excuses! Pepe is still in the hospital."

Puyol looked coldly at the assistant coach who was jumping up and down.

"Then I really hope that he doesn't meet Ibrahimovic and Henry who are taking Ciel to the hospital."

Lizarazu is French.

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(End of this chapter)