It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 220 218 Barcelona is not invincible

Guardiola hugged Vilanova excitedly.

“2:0，2:0，我们2:0了！”

"I see it, Pep, I see it!"

The two returned to their seats with excitement on their faces.

"Where's my water? Tito, have you seen my water?"

Guardiola looked around his seat but couldn't find his water bottle. Vilanova sighed helplessly.

"You forgot that you just threw your water at Mourinho."

"Really?" Guardiola finally remembered it and took another bottle of mineral water.

Everyone has different joys and sorrows. Just as Guardiola was happily drinking water, Mourinho also picked up the bottle, but his face was gloomy.

"What are we going to do next? Is it really impossible to limit this Barcelona team?"

Mourinho had just unscrewed the cap of his thermos bottle when the assistant coach sitting next to him suddenly clapped his hands.

"Jose, there was a foul before this goal, so this goal should be cancelled!"

"When Charles was attacking, he was pulled down by our players, so our players committed a foul. We should give our players a yellow card and cancel the goal and award a free kick instead."

Mourinho didn't say anything, but quickly screwed the cap on his bottle, then rushed directly to the fourth official with his assistant.

"Our players committed a foul in the free kick. You should change the decision to a yellow card and give another free kick to cancel this goal. This goal is invalid."

Soon, Mourinho and his assistants besieging the fourth official caught Vilanova's attention.

Vilanova excitedly patted Guardiola's shoulder.

"Pep Pep, they're going to cancel our goal, something happened!"

Upon hearing this, Guardiola immediately took Vilanova with him and rushed towards the fourth official.

In an instant, the fourth official was surrounded by four people, and the tension between the two sides became stronger.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the referee hurried over.

Without asking any reason, he took out a yellow card from his pocket and gave it to Mourinho and Guardiola respectively.

"Yellow card, for what?"

Mourinho was indignant and wanted to say something, but his assistant held him tightly and tried to take him back to his seat.

Benkolenka was still writing his name on the yellow card with a pen without even raising his head.

"I'm the referee!"

The fourth official also took a step back upon seeing this.

"I will report what happened today truthfully. If you four have any dissatisfaction, you can appeal after the game."

Seeing that the referee chose to maintain the original decision, Mourinho and Guardiola returned home in disappointment with their assistant coaches.

However, just after returning to his seat, Vilanova suddenly clapped his hands.

"Pep, did you notice that Charles' running posture was weird in this game?"

After hearing the assistant coach's reminder, Guardiola also reacted.

"Why did it feel like he was unsteady and limping when he was running and dribbling the ball today?"

"Yes, yes. And you see he has fallen many times today. In previous competitions, his balance was very good."

Vilanova echoed.

Guardiola frowned and began to discuss the reasons with Vilanova.

In the end, the practical Guardiola called Charles directly to the sidelines.

"Is your leg okay? Tito and I noticed that your running posture is a little strange, and you seem to fall easily."

Ciel shook his head and allowed Pruna to examine him.

The reason for this is most likely that Garrincha's legs are of different lengths. Every time he runs, he feels that one leg is longer than the other.

"I'm fine. Maybe I'm not used to it today."

Hearing this, Guardiola and Vilanova both became nervous.

"How could this happen? Check it out again during the halftime break."

……

On the field, Inter Milan restarted the ball and passed it back to the backcourt for organization. Cesar received the ball and made a long pass with his foot.

Milito and Puyol rushed towards the landing point of the ball at the same time, but in the end Puyol got the ball first.

Puyol dribbled the ball sideways a few steps, with Milito still chasing closely behind him.

"Snapped."

Maxwell immediately passed the ball to Iniesta after receiving it. However, before Iniesta could stop the ball, Motta behind him rushed up and slid to the ground to make a tackle.

Busquets tried to steal the ball, but Motta was faster. Busquets stretched his foot but missed the ball, and the ball had already reached Sneijder's feet.

Although he was cleared out by Real Madrid, his own strength has never been proven by relying on Real Madrid.

Sneijder just kicked the ball and it went straight across the entire half court.

In the distance, Milito was like a dandelion blown by the wind, rushing towards Barcelona's penalty area with Puyol who was galloping at full speed.

However, I don’t know if it was because the wind direction of this game was wrong, Milito never got past Puyol next to him, but Valdes who attacked successfully hugged the ball.

Finding that their attack had failed, the two men were about to brake, and at this time Valdes threw the ball hard, the offensive and defensive situation changed again, and the ball came to Busquets' feet.

Busquets slowly dribbled the ball through the midfield, and Mourinho's bus quickly changed form.

As soon as Charles retreated to the midfield, Mourinho's buses had already parked one by one in front.

At this time, Busquets also aimed at the direction where Charles was and knocked the ball.

"boom--"

Charles stopped the ball steadily with his left foot, and Cambiasso also blocked in front of Charles at the same time.

Not far away, Motta and Sneijder were ready to provide support.

Cambiasso took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

In the previous attack, he had discovered that even four people might not be able to stop Charles.

If there is no foul, then Charles will not be able to stop it.

But even if it was a foul, Charles was not so easy to deal with.

Even if he loses his balance and falls, his strong ball control and dribbling skills allow him to keep the ball steadily under his feet.

Cambiasso always felt that he would have a nightmare after this game.

He even felt that when he went to bed tonight and lifted the quilt, he would be able to see Charles inside.

At this time, Charles' left knee quickly tilted to the left, and Cambiasso quickly moved in the same direction.

However, at the moment when his center of gravity shifted, Charles' right foot quickly pushed the ball to the right. Cambiasso immediately realized that he had been deceived, and Sneijder in the distance immediately stepped forward.

However, at the moment he rushed up, Charles pushed the ball with his right foot and transferred the ball to Iniesta again in milliseconds.

And he rushed straight between Sneijder and Camillasso like an arrow shot from a bow.

Cambiasso then sprinted forward with Charles.

On this side, Iniesta is dancing with a sword, aiming at Pei Gong.

He just shook his ankle and the ball flew sideways towards Alves who was making a forward run.

Alves did not stop the ball. After making sure that Ibrahimovic had lurked in Inter Milan's penalty area, Alves kicked the ball hard.

"call out--"

Samuel headed the ball past Ibrahimovic and cleared it.

Just as the ball was falling, Pandev took over and headed the ball again like a seal.

However, the ball was not hit with the right force and was headed a little crooked.

At this moment, Charles was like a grass-gray snake lurking for thousands of miles, revealing his true fangs.

Maicon rushed towards the ball, but Charles was too fast.

He had just taken a step when Charles had already flown in front of the ball, stopped the ball with his left foot, and dribbled past him.

At this time, Charles was like a flood, galloping freely in the middle of Inter Milan.

Sneijder and Cambiasso wanted to transform themselves into goalkeepers and keep Charles out.

But Charles kicked the ball with the outside of his right foot and passed it directly to Yosi who was not far away.

Cambiasso quickly stretched out his foot, and at this time Charles was just about to step over his outstretched foot. During the high-speed movement, Charles was unable to avoid it and was tripped by Cambiasso again.

Yosi, who was so close, not only failed to pass the ball in time, but Sneijder stole the ball instead.

At the same time, Inter Milan quickly counterattacked.

Just as Charles was staggering to his feet, holding his head, Motta had already rushed across the center line with the ball.

Barcelona players quickly returned to defense, and at this time, Motta was like a soldier crossing the Chu River and Han River, kicking the ball above his feet.

"Snapped!"

The ball drew a dazzling arc in the sky and fell straight to the top of Barcelona's penalty area.

Puyol and Pique gritted their teeth and rushed towards Milito one after another.

Just as Pique and Milito stepped into the penalty area at the same time, the ball fell from the sky.

At this critical moment, Valdes jumped lightly and picked the ball directly out of the air.

I will protect Ciel's clean sheet award!

Busquets stood in the middle and waved to Valdes for the ball.

Valdes held the ball in his hands and pondered for a moment.

The decision was ultimately made to drive the ball in the direction of another player with a French fry hairstyle.

"call out--"

Before Charles could react, Valdes kicked the ball straight towards Mourinho.

Mourinho took the ball steadily with both hands and then threw it to Motta.

Inter Milan had the ball out of bounds, and Motta finally threw the ball steadily to his teammate Maicon.

Before the Barcelona players could prepare to grab the ball, after a few passes, the ball landed at the feet of goalkeeper Cesar.

Cesar did not take it lightly, but pushed the ball with his left foot and passed it to Samuel.

Samuel, sweating profusely, looked at the situation on the field and finally kicked the ball hard.

The powerful ball crossed the entire half court and flew towards Milito.

Alves wanted to head the ball, but as soon as he jumped, the ball passed between his crotch.

At the same time, Motta seemed to be resurrected and flew past Xavi.

Just as he was about to touch the ball, Puyol, still in good shape, kicked the ball with the inside of his right foot and kicked it out of bounds.

At this time, Motta seemed to smell the scent of a goal. He was full of blood. He quickly rushed out of bounds, picked up the ball and threw it in.

After completing a wall pass with Cambiasso, Milito, Eto'o and Motta quickly formed a bus, escorting the ball through Barcelona's penalty area.

Puyol, Pique, Alves and Busquets still wanted to intercept, but in the blink of an eye, more and more players in blue and black jerseys joined the bus parade.

After a series of dazzling cooperation, Sneijder passed the ball directly to Milito, who shot from a small angle and successfully broke through the goal guarded by Valdes.

The whole audience cheered instantly, and the Inter Milan players who surrounded Barcelona's small penalty area all hugged Milito and celebrated wildly.

The previous fatigue was swept away at this moment.

"Sneijder, Sneijder passed the ball to Milito, and Milito successfully scored the ball into Barcelona's goal!"

"Inter Milan 1:2 Barcelona!"

"This goal proves that Barcelona is not an unbeatable giant."

"This goal proves that it was not only Charles from Barcelona who played very well today, but also Sneijder and Milito from Inter Milan."

“Although we only scored one goal, we all believe that victory is just around the corner.”

"Now we are only one goal away, one goal away, and Inter Milan can equalize with Barcelona."

"This is a legend, Mourinho is putting on a legendary performance."

"Before the game, even the most optimistic Inter fans could not imagine that Inter Milan could have such an exaggerated performance in this game."

"Although they only scored one goal, Inter had threatened Barcelona's goal countless times before that."

"Iniesta, Xavi and Busquets were in the midfield, but Barcelona's ability to control the game was not as good as Inter Milan's."

"Under Inter Milan's midfield pressure, Barcelona's midfield was unable to play quick short passes."

"And the two goals Barcelona scored before were almost entirely due to Charles's personal inspiration."

"But Inter Milan's goal was a team effort."

"Compared to the match between Barcelona and Inter Milan in the group stage half a year ago, this scene now seems like a myth. In the past six months, Inter Milan has also undergone a gorgeous transformation under Mourinho's training."

"Mourinho did not refer to the way the Spaniard contained Barcelona in the previous Catalan derby."

"He almost strangled Barcelona's attacking group in the most civilized way. Apart from Charles' two goals that were entirely based on his own ability, Inter Milan hardly gave Barcelona any chances."

"Although Inter's attack was a little flustered after falling behind by two goals, under Mourinho's command, Inter quickly regained their calm and confidence."

"In this tactical session, Mourinho almost completely overwhelmed Guardiola, and Milan also restrained Barcelona on both offense and defense."

"Although Barcelona is still one goal ahead of Inter Milan, Guardiola must be careful."

"Because among his front three, except for Ciel, Ibrahimovic and Yoshi, they are all under threat."

(End of this chapter)