It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 217 Chapter 215 Mourinho's Bus Station (Additional Update 24)

After Guardiola packed up his things, he walked towards the pre-match press conference venue with ease.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to push open the door, he ran into Mourinho.

"What? Are you lost here?"

Mourinho smiled and adjusted his tie.

Guardiola also smiled and shook his head.

"No, will you treat me to a meal after the game? After all, I took a 14-hour bus ride to get here, which was not easy."

The two walked towards the press conference hall together.

"What do you want to eat? Do you want a hamburger? Our boss just invested in a hamburger restaurant not long ago. I heard it's quite delicious."

"By the way, you can ask Charles to come and try it. Aren't you looking for delicious burgers for him all over the world?"

“You won’t get gastroenteritis if you eat this.”

Mourinho said with a smile.

Guardiola was speechless for a few seconds before he said, "You're just going to treat me to a hamburger? I remember your buyout clause was quite high. Isn't Abramovich very generous?"

"You can give it a try, too."

Mourinho almost rolled his eyes to the sky. He said nothing more and prepared to push open the door of the press conference.

Guardiola followed closely behind, but unexpectedly Mourinho suddenly turned around and looked at Guardiola.

"Do you know why I turned off my phone yesterday?"

"what?"

Guardiola looked confused, and Mourinho also let go of the door handle.

"Because even though you rank first in La Liga's away record, it's a luxury for Barcelona to win away from home in Europe, especially without Charles."

“自从2007-08赛季的欧冠1/4决赛客场1-0击败沙尔克04之后，我就很清楚地记得，巴萨在缺少夏尔的欧冠淘汰赛中，已经连续两年在客场没有赢过球。”

"Even last season, when you won the championship, you were weak away from home against Bayern and Chelsea. Even this season, you drew away against Stuttgart."

"Even if you include the group stage, without Ciel, you can only beat Dynamo Kyiv."

Guardiola was not angry.

He knew that Mourinho was fighting a psychological war again.

"But Charles will start in this game."

Mourinho sneered when he heard this.

"Then tell him to be careful, or rather, tell him to be careful. If he is being watched closely, it will be difficult to deal with."

"Without Ciel, your Yoshi won't be able to do anything."

After saying that, Mourinho pushed open the door of the press conference hall and walked out.

The reporters who were originally whispering at the press conference became excited when they saw today's main event walk in.

I wish I had eight hundred mouths.

"Mr. Mourinho, are you confident that you can defeat Guardiola in today's game?"

"I don't know, the game hasn't started yet, and I never predict what will happen in a game in advance."

"But we eliminated Chelsea in the Champions League and we beat Juventus last week, so our morale is higher than the five-time champions."

"After all, after their thrashing of Arsenal, they were only able to draw an ugly derby against Espanyol last weekend, with just four shots on target.

Guardiola sat on the other side in a daze.

He knew that what Mourinho had just said to him was all psychological warfare, but even though he knew it, he couldn't help but start to worry about it.

Finally, Guardiola couldn't help it and took out his mobile phone to start typing text messages.

"Is what you just said true or false?"

After sending the text message, Guardiola put the phone back into his pocket without changing his expression.

On the other side, Mourinho felt the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help twitching.

He is professionally trained and usually doesn't laugh.

In the end, Mourinho couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The press conference ended quickly and Guardiola returned to the visiting team's locker room.

At this time, the players on the field also finished their warm-up and returned to the locker room one by one.

At this moment, Guardiola also felt the phone in his pocket vibrating.

He opened the text message on his phone and saw the words: "Really."

"Tito, do you think we should change our formation?"

Vilanova was a little surprised, "What's wrong? Why did you suddenly change the formation?"

Guardiola touched his head in confusion, and after some ideological struggle, he finally decided not to change the formation.

Mourinho was betting that he didn't dare give Charles a bigger burden, and perhaps he saw through his thoughts, but this time, Guardiola chose to do the opposite.

He believed in Charles.

Although Charles has not yet reached his peak at Barcelona, ​​he cannot even reach the state he had during the Benedicto period.

But he still believed that Charles could bear all the burdens.

Thinking of this, Guardiola pulled Charles over and said, "Charles, wait a minute..."

After explaining things to Charles, Guardiola pulled over the tactical board, reiterated the key points, and then began to prepare chicken soup.

This battle is different from all the previous ones.

Having learned from the lessons of the last Champions League, Guardiola did not show the movie this time.

However, encouragement and motivation have never disappeared from his coaching philosophy.

After the players returned to their seats, Anova also pulled the tactical board somewhere else.

Guardiola stood quietly in the middle.

“From Barcelona to Cannes, the total distance is 634 kilometers.”

“From Cannes to Milan, the total distance is 351 kilometers.”

"But in the end we walked a total of 1060 kilometres to get here."

"Did we come all this way just to return empty-handed?"

"How many fans cheered us on along the way? How many fans cheered us on at the toll booths along the highway after knowing our route?"

"At 4:30 on Sunday afternoon, we finally reached the Spanish-French border."

"In order to get us to Cannes earlier, the checkpoint did not let us queue up for inspection like other vehicles, but let us pass directly."

"We are finally in France, one step closer to Milan."

"We were stuck in traffic in France for half an hour because of air traffic control and rail workers' protests."

"All drivers, on that day, at that time, were stuck on the road."

"But after they saw our bus, they all gave up their seats for us."

"We will take a rest at the highway service area first. The fans at the service area are cheering us on."

"We finally arrived at the hotel at 11pm on Sunday night."

"I know everyone was running out of patience, but the fans outside the hotel had been waiting for who knows how long."

"The next day, thanks to the cooperation of the Italian police, we were not stuck on the road again, except for the last section of the city center, and we arrived at the hotel smoothly under the escort of police cars."

“Drivers, checkpoint workers, fans, police officers.”

"Spain, France, Italy."

"With so much support, are we going to go home empty-handed?"

"Can't! Can't! Can't!"

……

"Although Inter lost to Barcelona in the group stage, in fact, Inter was the best team in the Champions League knockout stage."

"Chelsea and CSKA Moscow both had a hard time winning against Inter Milan."

"Especially the feat of beating the Blues twice. Before this Inter Milan, I'm afraid no team on earth could do it."

"In addition, Inter Milan is well-rested in this match, so the most reasonable score for Barcelona in this match is 1:1 or 2:2."

"Of course, with a fully fit Charles, Barcelona will naturally be eager to win."

"Moreover, Barcelona had won all three previous Champions League semi-finals against Italian teams and won the title twice."

"If Mourinho wants to help Serie A end this shame, he must take the initiative in the first leg."

"At the same time, if Barcelona wins this game, it will be their 250th victory in the international arena."

"Barcelona is the only team in Europe that has never missed any European competition. Barcelona has played 457 games in European competitions and the Club World Cup (including the Toyota Cup)."

"That's 25 more games than second-placed Real Madrid, with 249 wins, including 206 wins in 116 games in the Champions League."

"Okay, players from both teams are on the court..." As time passed, the referee blew the whistle of the game.

Inter Milan has the ball.

At the beginning of the game, both sides were still in the testing stage and neither posed any threat.

Charles finally understood everything within these few minutes.

Mourinho drives the bus really well.

Although Barcelona has a lot of attacks, Mourinho's defense can't be described as a bus, it's simply a bus station - full of buses.

After another ineffective attack, the ball returned to Valdes' feet.

Mourinho's bus rarely passes through half court anymore.

After a few simple passes, the ball returned to the feet of the Barcelona midfielder.

After receiving the ball, Iniesta passed it directly to Charles without much hesitation.

At this time, Ibrahimovic was in the penalty area, but Charles could not pass the ball directly to Ibrahimovic.

The center forward can break the bus by either letting Ibrahimovic head the ball in the penalty area, or making a cross from the wing, allowing Da Fengxian to carry two defenders and score with a header.

Either Ibrahimovic retreats and brings out a central defender, creating a gap in the opponent's defense, and Barcelona can then use the midfield to break through and score.

But first of all, the big man doesn't like headers, and Mourinho's coach won't let Charles pass the ball in so easily.

The second point is that even if Ibrahimovic retreats, the defender may not follow him.

And at the moment Charles received the ball, Mourinho's bus stopped directly in front of Charles.

Just as Motta rushed up, Charles aimed the ball with the instep of his right foot.

Motta quickly looked up, and at this time the ball had passed directly over his head like a rainbow.

Cambiasso and Maicon were preparing to provide support, and at this time Charles also passed directly behind Motta.

Mota quickly turned around and tried to stop Charles, but at this time Charles had already run from his left side to his right side.

At the same time, Cambiasso and Maicon rushed towards the ball from the left and right. Motta turned around and stretched out his hands, trying to block Charles behind his arms.

But Charles did not forcefully push away Motta's hand. Instead, he leaned back and at the moment when Maicon kicked the ball, he stretched out his left foot and pointed the toe at the ball.

"call out--"

Maicon and Motta took advantage of the opportunity and were completely unprepared. The ball jumped high again and Charles stopped and changed direction suddenly like a nimble little bird.

Just when the ball finally fell from the highest point, Maicon finally reacted. However, compared with Charles's, his movements were like a silent film with missing frames.

Charles leaned forward, and just before Maicon could take a step three centimeters away, Charles headed towards the ball.

"Snapped."

This time the ball was like a rainbow and passed over Maicon's legs again.

The Inter Milan fans on the platform widened their eyes.

They knew that Ciel was fast, but they had never seen with their own eyes how fast he was.

And at this moment, they finally realized how wrong their previous estimation of Charles' speed was.

Charles wasn't running too fast; he was flying too slowly.

After the ball passed over Maicon's legs, Charles seemed to have wings and rushed along the sideline.

Fans who couldn't buy tickets outside the stadium and could only watch the game through live broadcasts were even more surprised.

Because in the broadcast, they clearly saw that in order to match Charles' speed and ensure the clarity of the game, the billboard behind Charles turned into a virtual shadow.

Maicon turned around immediately, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't catch up with Charles.

He heard Mourinho's anxious shouts and instructions on the sidelines.

He heard the excited cheers and singing of Inter Milan fans in the stands.

All the expectations were like a shot of adrenaline, injected directly into Maicon's body.

Never ran so fast as now.

But as time passed, he couldn't catch up with Charles. He could even feel the gap between them, and gradually fell behind from half a body length to one body length, and then to one and a half body lengths.

Motta, Lucio and Cambiasso also tried their best to keep up with Charles' speed.

Iniesta, who was originally in the midfield, did not hesitate. Instead, when Motta, Lucio, Cambiasso and Maicon formed a daisy formation and wanted to surround Charles, he also joined them.

Meanwhile, on the other side, the Barcelona players were not far behind.

In an instant, Barcelona fired five arrows on the field.

Charles looked back and saw that under the command of Mourinho, the skilled bus driver, other Inter Milan defensive players also turned into buses, directly blocking the connection between other players and Charles.

Maicon gritted his teeth and finally pushed Charles to the bottom line.

Lucio leaped in front of Charles, and Cesar also chose his position and was ready to fight.

Charles held the ball steadily under his feet, and Lucio lowered his center of gravity and half bent over.

He also didn't know how to deal with Charles.

For a moment, he didn't know whether he should envy Zanetti, because he had to defend Yosi, and he had to defend Charles.

Moved!

Charles kept pushing the ball backwards with his left foot, and Lucio could only move backwards like a crab, just like Charles.

Samuel and Cambiasso, who were originally eyeing the ball on the small penalty area line, also moved back together.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

It's now!

Just when Lucio habitually lowered his head when moving, Charles pushed the ball to the right with his left foot. Just when Lucio habitually thought that Charles was going to continue to retreat, Charles pushed the ball to the right with his left foot.

"Snapped."

Lucio finally realized something was wrong and quickly chased after him.

At this time, Charles kicked the ball with his right foot. Seeing that he was about to pass by him, Lucio didn't have time to think and immediately fell to the ground and slid.

But Charles was really like a bird with wings. The moment he fell to the ground and made a tackle, Charles dribbled the ball, quickly bypassed his feet, drifted around the corner and rushed directly to the goal.

Cambiasso, who was not far behind him, rushed over immediately.

Just as Charles passed Lucio, Cambiasso immediately turned into the tire of Mourinho's bus and rushed towards Charles unreasonably.

Just as he fell to the ground and slid, Charles rubbed the ball with his left foot.

"call out--"

Cesar stood there in a daze, only having time to look back.

The ball was like the cold light on the blade of a sickle, and the lights of the Meazza Stadium were like the cold moon on the ancient battlefield.

The moonlight reflected a cold light, and someone was waving his wings. The ball slipped under Charles' feet, drew an arc in the air, and became a fatal punishment.

"The ball goes in, Barcelona 1:0 Inter Milan."

"I have completely forgotten the details of this goal."

"I only remember that Charles' feet seemed to be performing magic. Motakan and Biasso were all lost in the rainbow drawn by Charles' feet.

"Maicon also wanted to intercept Charles. He finally broke free from the illusion set up by Charles. However, the flat grassland turned into a tropical rain forest the moment he broke free from the illusion."

"Char is a bird that flies freely and nimbly in the rainforest, while the peacock seems to be restricted by the dense branches, roots, rivers of varying depths, and muddy land of the rainforest."

"Mourinho's command finally woke him up, and Maicon finally found a boat in the rainforest."

"Amid the crazy shouts of the Nella group, Maicon paddled hard."

"But how can a boat rowing in the river catch up with a bird flying in the sky?"

"Maicon can't catch up with Charles, but fortunately Inter Milan's stadium has a baseline."

"Lucio has been very careful. When Ciel moves, he follows."

"However, just as Ciel was about to take the fifth step, Lucio was eventually knocked over by Ciel due to his inertia."

"He tried to remedy the situation, but it was no use."

"His flying tackle was like a bicycle without fins, it had no effect on Charles."

"Charles dodged Cambiasso's flying tackle again and kicked the ball directly."

"Cesar was like a believer who had witnessed God, and he didn't move."

"Finally, under his watch, the ball flew into the net."

"It's not his fault, actually. Being able to remain calm while witnessing a miracle is a miracle in itself."

Good health on New Year's Eve.

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(End of this chapter)