It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 219 Chapter 217 Rebirth I am not Onana (Additional 44)

I have to say, the goalkeeper's long kick is different.

The ball almost crossed a football field and flew straight to the gate guarded by Valdes.

Puyol and Milito jumped high at the same time, and in the entanglement with each other, the ball was finally passed to the end of the court.

Sneijder quickly passed the ball to Cambiasso.

At this time, Iniesta finally reacted and stepped forward to press.

Charles did not follow Guardiola's teachings and returned to midfield once again.

Cambiasso looked at Iniesta and Charles in front and behind him, and did not try to be too brave, but transferred the ball again.

Mourinho watched the situation on the field excitedly, constantly directing, shouting and making fine adjustments on the sidelines.

“Speed ​​up, speed up!”

Samuel, who received the order, kicked the ball under the goal. At the same time, Charles and Ibrahimovic quickly put pressure on the midfield.

But today Mourinho's bus seemed to be equipped with heavy armor and was not disturbed by Charles and Ibrahimovic at all.

Motta kicked the ball with the back of his foot, and a beautiful arc appeared above the field, reminding everyone of Charles' previous goal.

Barcelona's defense quickly retreated, but at this time Mourinho's bus was not only extremely defensive, but also drove recklessly.

Cambiasso didn't hesitate at all. He looked at Eto'o's direction, shook his ankle, and passed the ball straight in!

Puyol and Pique had just stood in front of Eto'o when he dribbled past them.

After finally creating space, Eto'o looked at the Barcelona goal in front of him and hit the ball hard.

He wants revenge for what happened to Barcelona last year.

He wants to avenge Barcelona's humiliation of selling him at a low price.

He wants to take revenge on Barcelona for playing word games with him and not paying him the contract fee.

He was also the contributor to Barcelona's five-crown victory last year!
Carrying Eto'o's anger, the ball headed straight for the goal with great force.

Valdez took a deep breath, feeling the restraint of the egg yolk pie ribbon on his arms, pushed off the ground with his feet, and lunged to the left.

"boom--"

The ball hit Valdes' hand and bounced out.

The danger is not over yet!
Milito moved forward and wanted to make a follow-up shot. Valdes was anxious, but in such a short time, he had no time to make a second save.

At this moment, Puyol came like a god from the sky, drifted around the corner and cleared the ball.

Sneijder and Pique rushed towards the ball at the same time. Feeling Sneijder getting closer and closer from behind, Pique gritted his teeth, aimed at the ball and threw his body upwards.

There was no way out. He was now surrounded by Mourinho's bus and could only try to pass the ball back to the goalkeeper.

However, just like Murphy's Law says, at the most critical moment, Pique's back pass failed and the ball was not even pushed forward by him!

At the same time, Sneijder behind him took the opportunity to rush to his side.

In a millisecond, Pique, who was trying to make amends, accidentally slipped when he landed.

Even though the two-wheel drive became four-wheel drive, the ball still slipped away from him.

Valdes finally got up from the ground at this time, but Sneijder, who came in from behind, took over Eto'o's baton, met the ball again and kicked it hard.

"call out--"

The attacking Valdes turned back in panic, his pupils dilated rapidly.

"Do not--"

The ball shot towards the right side of the goal like a cold arrow.

But there was an orange-yellow figure that was faster than the black and white ball. Just when the ball was about to go into the net, the orange-yellow figure changed from 丨 to 丄.

Finally the ball hit Charles' ankle and bounced out of bounds.

But the orange-yellow figure was like a bus out of control, crashing heavily into the doorpost.

"Charles! Charles!"

Guardiola knelt down on the sidelines and urged Pruna to go on the court in a heart-wrenching manner.

Valdez staggered to his own goal and supported Charles' shoulder, who had hit the goal post.

"Are you OK?"

Charles just felt his head buzzing.

Just when Puyol passed the ball back, he, who had retreated to the midfield, looked at the blue and black buses piled up in the frontcourt. He immediately realized that something was wrong and ran all the way back from the midfield.

Fortunately, Garrincha is fast enough and his legs are long enough, otherwise Charles felt that he would definitely not be able to stop this ball.

"I'm fine, but Valdes, you have to give me half of your shutout bonus later."

Valdez almost cried.

"Not to mention the shutout bonus, after this game, I can also make an exact same hairstyle as yours."

Before Charles could refuse, Pruna rushed over with his medical box.

"Oh my goodness, the goalposts are round now. If they were square like before, you would be left with scars."

Pruna quickly opened the medical kit and prepared to give Ciel emergency treatment.

Guardiola was standing far away and couldn't see clearly. He could only watch from afar as Pruna wrapped circle after circle of bandages around Charles' forehead.

At the same time, Mourinho, who was originally standing on the sidelines directing the game, returned to his seat and began to rethink his tactical arrangements.

On the other side, Guardiola, who was irritable and anxious, took a look at the water bottle on the ground not far in front of him and kicked it directly.

"Snapped--"

The plastic bottle that was originally filled with water disappeared in an instant and flew straight to Inter Milan's bench.

"Damn it, who is it!"

Mourinho was caught off guard and hit on the head by a mineral water bottle flying from a distance. Just as he was about to look for the culprit, Guardiola, who was not far away, ran away with his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The fourth official was shocked. Guardiola rushed into Inter Milan's bench and held Mourinho's head anxiously to apologize.

Mourinho took a deep breath and stopped the assistant coach who wanted to take action.

"Pep Guardiola!"

"I'll treat you to dinner after the game. I'm really sorry. How about I give you a blow job?"

Mourinho pushed Guardiola away and tightly grasped the water bottle that had just been thrown at him with his right hand.

"roll."

……

"The ultimate attack and defense drills, the situation on the field is never permanent."

"Barca is like a group of dormant snakes, and Charles is the most hidden and dangerous venomous snake in the group."

"But Mourinho used a cage of four people to restrict Charles to the greatest extent."

"Charles' attack failed. Although the ball eventually returned to Barcelona, ​​he was temporarily restricted and could not provide any help to Barcelona in the short term."

"Faced with the bumpy road ahead, Barcelona's midfielder tried a long shot, but the ball was eventually caught by Cesar."

"Milan's counterattack officially begins."

"After patiently organizing the game, in the 16th minute, Cambiasso made a straight pass, Eto'o dribbled past the defense at the top of the penalty area and shot low with his left foot."

"But Valdes reacted quickly and saved the ball."

"But Inter's attack is never the idea of ​​one person, it's the will of the group."

"Milito wanted to make up the score, but just as Inter is not fighting alone, Barcelona also has Puyol in addition to Valdes."

"Puyol managed to steal the ball from Milito and pass it to Pique."

"Because Inter Milan's formation is pressing forward at this time, they only need to counterattack quickly and there is a great chance of scoring a goal."

"Everyone is quietly waiting for fate's arrangement, but the indomitable warriors are already looking for opportunities to defeat fate."

"Char keeps moving forward."

"And then Pique slipped while passing the ball back."

"The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole follows behind."

"Sneijder took the ball and tried to score in one go."

"Opportunities come to those who are prepared. This statement is valid for Sneijder, but it also applies to Charles."

"When everyone placed their last hope on Valdez, an orange-yellow figure whizzed past him like a ghost."

"Charles came and tried his best and finally blocked the ball with his foot."

"Barca escaped once again, but their hero hit the post."

"Barca has always adhered to Cruyff's total attack and defense philosophy."

"The attack starts with the goalkeeper and the defense starts with the striker."

"We may not have felt it before, but after watching today's game, I think everyone can deeply realize what it means for defense to start with the forwards."

"Why was it that Florentino's first Galacticos had so many superstars, but the results were not outstanding?" "Because those superstars in the frontcourt never knew how to defend. Because they were superstars, all they needed was to score goals and be famous."

"But this kind of thinking is the biggest insult to football, a team sport."

"Charles is already a young football superstar. Walking down the streets of Europe, just ask anybody, young or old, men and women, and you will know him."

"He has a bright future ahead of him."

"Even when Barcelona was short of a defensive midfielder, in the media vote, Charles was Barcelona's first choice for defensive midfielder in an emergency, because he did have experience playing as a defensive midfielder before."

"But Guardiola would rather play himself as a defensive midfielder than let Charles play as a defensive midfielder."

"In the final game, Max temporarily served as Barcelona's defensive midfielder."

"Even so, he was still willing to give his all in defense, running all the way from midfield to the goal."

"I know that the world is always moving forward, and each generation will have its own thoughts."

"But there are some precious qualities that we can never forget."

“I just hope that young people in the future can learn qualities like Charles when they play football.”

“That is, always be willing to give, willing to take responsibility, rather than standing by and watching, rather than always waiting for opportunities to come.”

……

After seeing Guardiola finally leave, Mourinho touched his head that had just been hit.

The teaching assistant looked worried.

"Jose, are you okay? Or should we beat him up in the parking lot after the game?"

Rinho almost rolled his eyes.

"I'm fine, so don't do anything else. By the way, go get a copy of the photo of Charles hitting the goalpost from the reporters on the sidelines."

The teaching assistant was a little confused.

"You want to stab him? No, we can't do what Florentino and Ferguson did in the Champions League last year."

Mourinho clenched his hands tightly, resisting the urge to hit his assistant coach with a water bottle.

"What are you thinking about? Take this photo and print it out, then post it in our youth training camp locker room."

"Let them know that even a star like Charles is willing to chase back and help defend. Tell them not to think that they can be arrogant just because they have achieved this little bit of success now."

While the two were still discussing, the game on the field had quietly begun.

Inter Milan's corner kick was once again cleared by Barcelona. Charles touched the bandage on his head and staggered back to the midfield.

Maicon walked out of bounds, took the ball thrown by the caddy, wiped it carefully, and finally decided to throw it to Eto'o.

However, Eto'o had just received the ball and faced a three-man double-team from Barcelona players, so he finally chose to pass the ball back to Maicon.

On this side, Mccondon does not need any adjustments.

The ball at his feet is like a paintbrush in the hands of a painter, flexible and free to use.

"Snapped."

Maxwell and Eto'o turned at the same time, but the ball was destined for Milito behind them.

Puyol stuck close behind Milito and reached out to grab the hem of his clothes.

However, Milito turned around and dribbled the ball, catching Puyol off guard.

Puyol turned around quickly, and the ball had already passed him quickly.

The other Barcelona players in the penalty area had no time to react. Charles, who had just returned to the midfield, was still trying to adapt to the bandage on his head. It was impossible for him to make another miraculous move.

Valdes quickly lowered his center of gravity, he still wanted to get the shutout award today.

At the same time, Sneijder, who was lurking in Barcelona's small penalty area, met the ball and knocked it past him.

"call out--"

Valdes is not Banana or Onana, so he is naturally fast when he gets to the ground.

The moment the ball flew over, Valdes blocked it with his hand.

At this time, Puyol, who was not far away, took on Milito and kicked the ball hard under the ball.

Mourinho's bus quickly assembled and rushed towards where the ball landed.

However, Ciel was clearly faster than them.

Lucio, who stayed behind to watch over Charles and had not joined the attack, grabbed Charles' clothes tightly from behind. Charles, who was standing on one leg, lost his balance and fell directly.

Before he could get up, Lucio knocked the ball from behind.

"Snapped."

Maicon, who had been chasing relentlessly, kicked the ball, and the ball moved again at a dizzying speed.

Charles quickly stood up, and Samuel received the ball and launched a counterattack again.

The ball went straight through the gap between Charles and Ibrahimovic.

Before Busquets could move, Cambiasso passed the ball directly to Eto'o.

Barcelona's defense was exhausted, but Eto'o still found a gap.

Eto'o made another straight pass and directly broke through Barcelona's defense line.

At the same time, Milito and Motta successfully made an offside move and were ready to take on Valdes.

As soon as Motta entered the penalty area, his eyes widened.

Because Alves was like a chicken with its blood pumped up, he got ahead of the two and hooked the ball back.

Puyol, who was not far behind him, took two steps at a time, jumped high and headed the ball.

"call out--"

The ball slipped directly in front of Sneijder, but he was powerless to do anything because Xavi did not make any adjustments and with a shake of his ankle, the ball was transferred away again.

Cambiasso and Charles rushed towards the ball at the same time, and in a split second, Charles took control of the ball first.

At the moment when Cambiasso stretched out his leg, Charles flicked the ball with his left foot and kicked it with the outside of his right foot, avoiding Cambiasso directly.

At this moment, Motta discovered that Cambiasso's plan had failed, and he switched from watching from the sidelines to stealing the ball.

Charles quickly switched his supporting foot, turning around with his right foot while pulling the ball back with his left foot.

Before Motta could stretch his foot, Charles turned around again and shook off the two men.

At this time, Mourinho's buses all stopped in front of Charles.

The bus named Maicon crashed into the car without any hesitation.

Because he found that in this game, Ciel's balance was not as strong as before.

Sure enough, as soon as he bumped into him, Charles almost lost his balance again.

Just when Maicon was delighted, Charles, who almost fell, grabbed his shorts with one hand.

Maicon didn't react in time, and Charles used the force of the car to turn manually and overtook directly.

Lucio originally wanted to catch the ball, but unexpectedly he became a VIP audience member of Ciel's performance.

After Charles turned manually, he used his right hand to support his body and rotated 90 degrees, blocking him directly behind him.

Maicon quickly stood up and wanted to help, but although Charles had poor balance in this game, he turned around as fast as a whirlwind.

Charles hooked the ball with the inside of his left foot, pushed the ground with his right foot, and like an arrow, he once again shook off Lucio and Maicon.

Once when he was about to reach the end line, Charles shook his ankle and sent the ball directly to the front point.

Mourinho's shaking hands.

His bus broke down.

His players had done their best, but under Charles's tearing, a section of the window of his bus was torn off.

This loophole in coordination within a very short period of time was noticed by Charles.

It’s not that he doesn’t drive the bus well enough, it’s just that there is a bus jack in the Barcelona team.

No matter how hard it was for Mourinho to accept it, the ball sent by Charles accurately passed through the window of Mourinho's bus, and Iniesta, who had been waiting there for a long time, met the ball and knocked it over.

"call out--"

Cesar hurried to the ground, but the direction of the ball was not aimed at the goal at all.

At this moment, the real murderous intention of the Barcelona team rushed out from the side with lightning speed and pushed the ball skillfully.

"Snapped."

This was not the sound of a ball being hit, this was the sound of Cesar's heart breaking.

Although he tried to stretch out his hands, sometimes it was still so close yet so far away.

Inter Milan's bus had clearly stopped in front of the goal, but he still couldn't hold it.

Barcelona 2:0 Inter Milan.

I recently had an inspiration called "Rebirth: I'm Not Onana".

There is also an easter egg chapter, which may be approved tomorrow, or it may never be approved. The content is Guardiola kicking a water bottle.

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