It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 185 183 I Want Him to Pay the Price (Update 2.63)

Sevilla restarts the game.

Escud glanced at where Charles was, but finally stayed in his position obediently.

I couldn't find Charles to tell him what was in my heart.

He believed that Domenegue would be able to understand him, and that their zodiac signs were quite suitable.

He shouldn't... be kicked out of the national team so easily, right?
Sevilla launched a counterattack on the field, but the ball was quickly cleared out of bounds by Barcelona players.

Barriente slowly walked out of bounds, picked up the ball on the ground, wiped it, and finally threw it hard to Navas.

The moment Navas stopped the ball, all the Barcelona players on the field surrounded him.

Just as Iniesta was pressing him, Navas passed the ball directly to his teammate Carlos.

Carlos wanted to pass the ball, but Alves prevented him from doing so.

At the same time, Puyol in the distance took over the ball and passed it back to goalkeeper Valdes.

Valdes looked at the situation on the field and finally passed the ball to Pique.

The ball kept passing between the feet of Barcelona players.

Just as Alves received the pass from his teammate again, two Serbian players double-teamed him at the same time.

Alves kept attracting Serbian players to steal the ball.

And at the moment Carlos stretched out his foot, he found Alves who had the passing space and kicked the ball under.

"call out--"

Charles kept looking back and moving forward silently.

Now the ball was not passed to him, but now most of the Serbian players unconsciously moved to the left and were attracted to the direction where the ball was.

In other words, this area of ​​his is relatively empty.

Xavi didn't hesitate at all and kicked the ball the moment it flew towards him.

The ball crossed half the field and flew straight in front of Charles.

Before Konko could sigh more, he could only rush towards the ball like Charles.

Just when the two approached the ball almost at the same time, Konco just thought victory was in sight, but he saw Charles stride forward and dribble the ball more than a meter away.

Konko had no choice but to grit his teeth and continue to squeeze out all his potential, rushing towards the baseline with Charles.

Wait, bottom line?
Kong Ke, who was about to run away with black eyes, suddenly realized something.

At this time, Charles kicked the ball with his right heel. Konko turned around in embarrassment and saw Ibrahimovic standing on the penalty spot, pushing the ball.

"Do not--"

Amid Konko's shouts, Palop fell to the ground and rolled sideways.

"Snapped."

The moment the ball was blocked, Messi immediately made a follow-up shot.

Palop, who had just fallen to the ground, had no time to get up, but in times of crisis, someone always has to stand up.

Escud was kneeling on the ground because he had to defend Ibrahimovic's shot, but when the ball came, he kicked it:
"boom."

The ball rolled straight out of the baseline.

Corner kick for Barcelona.

Palop took a deep breath and pulled Escud up from the ground.

"Thanks to you just now."

Escud rubbed his leg, "This is what I should do."

On the other side, Messi took the ball thrown by the ball boy, and Charles also walked up slowly with other Barcelona players.

"How will the punishment be later?"

Messi asked while holding the ball.

Charles thought for a moment, then covered his mouth and told his teammates what he was thinking.

Palop, standing on the goal line, has already composed himself.

After three consecutive games against Barcelona and conceding goals in each game, his mentality has become very calm.

Seeing Charles holding the ball and walking towards the corner area, Palop couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Because he found that as long as he saw Charles and the ball, he couldn't calm down at all.

Before the corner kick officially started, Palop quickly ran to the goal post and found the small note he had prepared under his water bottle.

It was called a small piece of paper, but in fact it was similar to the cheat sheet he prepared.

"Charles, right foot, scored directly; stepped back to assist, passed to the front post for header; left foot stayed in place, back post."

After looking over what he had prepared in his cheat sheet and reciting it several times, Palop finally felt a lot more at ease.

After the previous few games, he also asked Escud a lot about Ciel's habits.

But Escud didn't offer him any useful advice.

Like the time he asked Escudé whether Charles was a left-footed or right-footed player.

Escud said he didn't know either. He asked Charles when he was in the national team, but Charles said he had no heel and could walk upright on his feet.

"Beep——"

Charles stood in place, twisted his body and swung his arms, kicking the ball hard with his left foot.

Palop's eyes widened.

The ball was not passed to the back post at all.

There was only a loud noise in the air, and before Escud could see the final trajectory of the ball, he only felt a strong wind blowing on his face.

At this time, Ibrahimovic jumped high in front and kicked the ball.

Standing on the goal line, Palop pushed the ground with his feet, trying to stop the ball.

But the ball was going too fast and was too close, and before he could make a save, the ball had already hit the net behind him.

"Ibrahimovic is riding high on the wave of success!"

"It seems that the Sevilla goalkeeper was looking at the cheat sheet just now, but I don't know if he looked at it correctly. He didn't defend correctly this time."

"The key is that Charles' corner kicks are really powerful. You never know which way he will choose to score."

"After facing Barcelona for several consecutive days, I don't know how the Sevilla players feel now."

The first half was not over yet, but Sevilla was already trailing 2:0.

We had been playing against Barcelona for three consecutive days, but we didn't adjust our mentality well. The third game was another wake-up call.

Just when the Sevilla players were feeling a little discouraged, the Sevilla coach, who was originally sitting on the bench and watching the game with patience, rushed directly to the sidelines.

"Focus and don't give it a chance!"

"Escude, Konko, don't give the ball space to shoot when defending. If you need to shoot, shoot. If one person can't do it, use two people to attack together and block all his space!"

Konko put his hands on his hips, pretending to listen to the head coach's lecture.

In fact, I don’t know how many times I rolled my eyes in my heart.

Being a coach is comfortable. All you have to do is talk about it. He is not the one defending Charles.

I have been saying this to him non-stop over the past few days.

He didn't even think about the fact that besides himself, who was French and was playing against Charles, there were other Frenchmen in the team.

Putting aside his problems, just the existence of Escud was enough to make him afraid to take any drastic measures.

This head coach must have forgotten the internal strife in the Real Madrid locker room after the Spanish national derby.

It is still unknown what exactly happened during the internal strife in Real Madrid.

However, he didn't want to experience for himself what would happen.

Still on your feet?
When he is Pepe?

Serbia restarts the game.

The ball returned to Serbia's defense line, and goalkeeper Palop kicked the ball to the front court, but unexpectedly the force was too great and the ball flew out directly without being controlled.

Valdes took the ball that his teammate ran out of bounds to pick up for him and put it on the ground.

Thinking about the score that was already 2:0 before halftime, Valdés felt the strength brought by the egg yolk pie ribbon on his arm and took a deep breath.

He wants to play too.

Although he would most likely be scolded for not following Guardiola's tactical arrangements, he shouldn't be scolded for just kicking the ball to Charles, right?
After seeing where Charles was, Valdez kicked the ball hard without any hesitation.

The bright handle of the Big Dipper reaches the northern sky, and the blazing moon rises in the eastern sea.

Charles stared at the ball coming from afar, reached out and pushed Konko beside him away, and headed towards the landing point of the ball.

Konko, who was pushed away, did not give up directly, but stuck closely behind Charles like a shadow and ran towards the ball together.

Charles raised the toes of his left foot slightly and easily took the ball off the ground. Konko, who was chasing Charles, grabbed Charles' arm again.

But just like last time, Charles seemed to be unaffected and easily controlled the ball under his feet.

Konko wanted to do something, but Charles's right hand, which he was holding, gently pushed him aside.

Before Konko could adjust, Charles, who was originally facing the Sevilla goal, unloaded the ball with his left foot while supporting himself with his right foot. He turned around naturally like ripples on the lake caused by the breeze.

Kong Ke stumbled and quickly regained his balance, while at the same time putting his arm around Charles' waist again.

Feeling the huge force coming from his hand, Kong Ke felt like he was about to lose half his life. He gritted his teeth and put all his weight on Charles, while stretching his foot to push against Charles' knee.

Damn, if the head coach continues to curse, he will call Escud to show him what the "Camp Nou mutiny" is.

At the same time, after completing a 360-degree turn, Charles stepped on the ball with his left foot and pulled it back without any adjustment.

After feeling the pressure on his knee, Charles stood still, and his left foot, which had just pulled the ball back, aimed at the ball with extraordinary flexibility.

"Snapped--"

Konko realized something was wrong, but there was no time to react. He could only watch the ball pass through his crotch.

After completing a series of actions, Charles suddenly burst out, moving like a rabbit, breaking free from Konko's hands, and catching up with the ball in two steps.

Escud and Ibrahimovic rushed up immediately to grab the best viewing positions.

Konco turned a step late, but he had the advantage of position and was one step closer to the ball, so he could only use the old method again: he opened his hands and tried to block Charles behind him.

But Charles was not to be outdone. He also stretched out his right hand and pushed Konko hard, while pushing the ground with his left foot.

Kong Ke only felt a huge force coming from his body, like a truck hitting him.

The fans in the stands simply closed their eyes.

Charles hooked the ball with his left foot and regained control of the ball under his feet.

It is extremely difficult to steal the ball from Charles.

Even though they are die-hard fans of Sevilla, at this moment, at Camp Nou, the only thought in their minds is "Dead ashes cannot be blown up, and the grave is thousands of miles away!"

Charles strode into the penalty area and received his own ball, and goalkeeper Plona immediately attacked.

Just as he was reaching out to take the ball back, Charles took a big step forward, and his left foot, like a rowing paddle, gently stroked the inside of the ball with the outside of his foot.

The ball swayed like water waves and flowed forward along with Charles' feet.

Prona lost his balance and knelt on the ground, crawling forward.

But Charles was in front of him, carrying the evil ball, as if he was walking a dog, and he made a detour in front of him.

Plonna raised his eyes, and then Charles whispered like a demon to his three-headed dog of hell: "Go, child."

The obedient and sensible ball came to life at that moment and whizzed straight towards the goal.

Palop tried hard to intercept, but the ball still missed him.

The ball went in!
Sevilla fans looked at Charles running on the field with numbness on their faces.

The Barcelona fans next door were still cheering.

The Barcelona fans in the first row were waving flags.

The fans in the third row were singing.

The fans in the seventh row stood up excitedly and started dancing.

All the happiness was theirs, while the Serbia fans had nothing, he just thought they were noisy.

They have played against Barcelona for three consecutive games, whether at home or away, and they can accept losing.

Even if they were massacred or committed atrocities, they had experienced it before.

But to have them happen again and again, and to have their goals scored by this guy Charles, causing such tragedies, isn't that a bit too much?
The point is that when I watched Charles' game before, although he was also very good and scored goals like crazy, at least I could see Charles lying on the grass with his hands on his chest, not moving;
Rolling on the ground, holding his feet;

Being pushed from behind by a defender;
Hit the goal post during the header...

But why, even though their defender was almost hanging on Charles, he still didn't knock him down and send him off the field?
In the survey report on "Barcelona's defensive midfielder candidates" published in the newspaper before the game, they spent a lot of effort to vote for Charles as the first.

Damn Guardiola.

Is he blind?
Can't you see public opinion?

Konko lay on the ground gasping for breath.

He couldn't stand it anymore.

Escud trotted over, "Are you okay?"

"Oh, oh, I feel like I'm about to fall apart, cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

Konko was like a puddle of mud, lying on the ground, his eyes lifeless like a salted fish that had lost its dreams.

"Escud, my good brother, let's change places!"

"Ah?" Escud was horrified and shook off his hand.

No, I treat you as a good brother, and you treat me as a scapegoat?

"I'm a center back and you're a full back, how do we switch positions?"

Escud shook his head in refusal.

Konko almost couldn't breathe, and looked at Escud with tears in his eyes. He felt that he would die if he continued to fight against Charles.

"French help French, please, my good brother."

Escud looked reluctant.

"Let me talk to the coach and ask him to replace you?"

Kong Ke didn't even have the strength to nod. His nose felt sore and tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.

"Thank you, my good brother."

Escud patted Konko on the shoulder and said, "What are you thanking me for? French people are helping French people."

After saying that, Escud ran to the sidelines and found the head coach of Sevilla.

"What? Konko is going to go down?"

The Sevilla coach held his head in his hands and looked at Escudé in disbelief.

Although he was not satisfied with Konco's performance, it was because he cared about Konco and Konco was also their main full-back.

If Konko is out, who can stop Charles?
Is he playing?

Then when Charles came over, he fell to the ground, shouting "Ouch!" Did Charles hurt him?

In this situation, what else can we do except to make Kong Ke suffer?
Should he be made to suffer?
"No, go back and tell Konko that he will always be the most trusted full-back for Sevilla. We can't be without him on the field."

"Let him hold on a little longer."

The Sevilla coach said sincerely.

Escud was speechless and choked with emotion, then he ran back to Konko in small steps.

"How's it going, my brother? Can I get off now?"

Konko looked at Escud expectantly.

"Ah, um, Abu, let me switch places with you."

Escud said with a look of reluctance.

Konko suddenly got angry, "You mean the coach doesn't want me to leave the field? Instead, he wants me to switch positions with you?"

"No, he asked you to continue playing in this position. The change of position is what I wanted."

Escud explained.

When Konko heard this, he became furious. He grabbed Escud's shoulders tightly with both hands and his face was ferocious.

"Julivan, the French are helping the French. He's gone too far. In the past few days of the game, he just kept asking me to tackle Charles. I just want to get off the field now..."

"What do you need me to do?"

Escud covered his mouth and looked at Konko.

Konko looked at the Sevilla coach angrily, "I want him to pay the price..."

(End of this chapter)