The first tumor in football

Chapter 201: It turns out to be one of our own!

The noise at Camp Nou seemed to be muted at this moment.

When Song Wen deftly used the arch of his foot to remove Godin's long pass near the center circle, the boos of 90,000 Barcelona fans in the stands suddenly became distant and blurred.

He could clearly hear the rustling sound of his sneakers' studs scraping against the grass and feel the slight vibration of the ball at his ankles.

"Song!" Costa raised his arm on the right rib, while Griezmann cut into the penalty area from the left.

According to the tactical board Simeone drew during the halftime break, he should use a wall pass to tear apart Barcelona's midfield.

But Song Wen looked down at the snow on the grass that was shining coldly, but he had no intention of taking a step.

Busquets rushed forward first.

The Barcelona midfielder opened his arms like a moving meat grinder, trying to use his 192cm height to block Song Wen's breakthrough route.

However, Song Wen used the inside of his left foot to push the ball to the right, and at the moment when Busquets' center of gravity shifted, he suddenly exerted force with his right shoulder.

The dull thud of the two men's collision was broadcast live around the world through the microphone on the sidelines. The stunned expression of Busquets as he staggered back was accurately captured by the high-speed camera. This tough guy, nicknamed "Professor Busquets" by Chinese netizens, was like a road sign that was hit by a truck at 120 kilometers per hour.

"The referee didn't blow the whistle!" As Zhan Jun exclaimed, Song Wen had already dribbled the ball across the center line.

Iniesta tried to use his signature blocking move, but Song Wen made the ball change direction three times in a row and made him feel like he was standing in a spinning coffee cup.

The ball drew a strange "S" shaped trajectory on the snow. When Song Wen touched the ball for the third time, Pique found that the opponent had advanced to a position five meters away from him.

"Stop him!" Ter Stegen's roar pierced the wind and snow.

Pique strode towards him, the muscles of his right leg bulging out in an exaggerated outline under his tight pants.

The Barcelona center back suddenly made a tackle two meters away from Song Wen, and his left leg swept across like a battle axe.

But Song Wen's reaction was too fast to be human-like.

He suddenly pushed the ground with his supporting foot and his body leaped into the air like a cheetah pouncing on its prey. The instep of his right foot picked up the ball at the moment of leaping.

As Pique's studs brushed past the Atletico Madrid logo on his shin guards, Song Wen completed a second touch in the air.

"Go in!" Fan Zhiyi slammed the table and stood up.

The Barcelona fans in the south stand of Camp Nou suddenly fell silent as they were horrified to find that the No. 17 player in the red and white striped shirt was adjusting his pace with the ball at the top of the penalty area.

At the moment when Umtiti and Semedo formed a double team, Song Wen suddenly pushed the ball to the left with the outside of his right foot.

This ergonomically unsound action caused the ball to drift sideways strangely. When the French center back's studs dug deeply into the grass, Song Wen had already completed the kick with his left foot.

Ter Stegen saw a scene in front of the goal line that he will never forget.

The ball wrapped in snow particles first spun violently in the air, and then suddenly fell when it flew to the small penalty area, like a lead ball pressed into a snow pile by an invisible hand.

When he raised his hand subconsciously, he felt a burning sensation on the edge of his glove - that was the airflow caused by the ball hitting the bottom edge of the crossbar and into the net.

Everyone's eyes widened at this moment!
"GOAL!!"

When the Spanish commentator's shouts rang out, the phalanx of Atletico Madrid fans finally burst into loud cheers!
And at the moment the net shook, the Atletico bench exploded into a wave of red and white.

Simeone rushed towards the corner flag area pulling his tie, but was hugged tightly by the assistant coach halfway.

The Argentine coach didn't notice that his shoes were stepping on the fourth official's feet.

Costa stood on the right side of the penalty area with his mouth open, until Griezmann grabbed his shoulders and shook him, then he raised his arms belatedly.

He rubbed his eyes again and murmured to Griezmann:
"I am not wrong, right?"

Griezmann had a complicated expression.

"You read that right. He easily tore through Barcelona's defense and scored a goal..."

Costa fell silent.

Since Song Wen has such a terrifying ability to break through and dribble, then those passes against Sevilla...

Then, Barcelona fans reacted and drowned out the cheers of Atletico fans with boos.

Facing the boos from Barcelona fans, Song Wen, who scored the goal, walked to the sidelines, put his right hand on his ear and directly launched a provocation.

In the Douyin live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi was very excited.

"In the 2th minute, Song Wen successfully broke through Barcelona's goal and changed the score to 1:! This goal was so damn cool! He destroyed the entire Barcelona defense completely by himself! This is the best response to Messi's goal just now! If you can do it, I can do it too! And I can do it better than you!!"

Zhan Jun looked at the data that just popped up excitedly and said excitedly:

"Look at this data. In the 11.4 seconds from when Song Wen started from the backcourt to when he completed the shot, Song Wen's maximum speed reached 36.2km/h, he touched the ball 13 times, changed direction 7 times, and his confrontation success rate was 100%!!!"

The snow fell harder and harder at Camp Nou, and the electronic clock on the referee's chest jumped to 43:00.

The moment Suarez passed the ball to Messi, the entire stadium suddenly pressed the fast-forward button.

Song Wen knocked Rakitic away like an armor-piercing bullet, and the Argentine stumbled to the ground without even having time to grab the opponent's jersey.

"It should be this time..." Simeone's curse was stuck in his throat, and the referee's whistle came as expected.

The camera was focused on the clear sliding track on the grass, and the holes in Rakitic's socks exposed the fact that he had dived.

Faced with the referee's decision, Song Wen no longer had the idea of ​​arguing and just gave the other party a friendly smile.

Fortunately, with Song Wen's goal just now, Atletico Madrid's players finally perked up.

Godin's interception came unexpectedly.

The Uruguayan defender completed a textbook interception with his knee, and the ball's parabola bouncing on the snow just avoided Busquets' head.

The moment Song Wen turned sideways to receive the ball, panicked gasps were heard from the north stand of Camp Nou, and Barcelona's defense line shrank layer by layer like dominoes.

"Five-man double team!" Zhan Jun's voice suddenly rose.

Pique and Umtiti formed a steel gate, Semedo and Alba blocked the two wings, and even Messi who was chasing back turned into the fourth barrier.

At the critical moment, Song Wen caught a glimpse of the figure with black and white stripes.

The referee Antonio Taylor was moving according to the classic triangle movement method, and his position was just stuck in the visual blind spot of Barcelona's defensive chain.

This bald referee, who had officiated the Manchester derby in the Premier League, looked particularly attractive with the snow light reflected on the back of his head.

"Boom!"

The ball turned into a precision-guided missile, passed through Alba's raised hair, and bounced and changed direction above Taylor's shiny head.

Then, under everyone's surprised gaze, the ball flew sideways to the other side!
Antonio felt as if he had been hit on the back of his head with a club. Before he could react, he heard exclamations from the audience!

Song Wen was like a mad dog. Taking advantage of the Barcelona players' distraction, he broke away from the siege and rushed out! "It was a header from the referee!"

Fan Zhiyi widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief!

Barcelona players collectively fell into cognitive stagnation. Pique reflexively raised his hand to indicate that the referee was injured, while Umtiti stumbled over a snow pit he had stepped on.

Only Song Wen, like a shark that smelled blood, trampled four deep grooves on the snow and rushed towards the spinning ball.

The moment Ter Stegen left the goal, he finally realized that something was wrong.

The German goalkeeper's save was frozen in a funny slow-motion shot: his right glove grabbed the ball, which was on an unpredictable trajectory, while his left leg slipped on the snow and was split into two.

While he was struggling to exert force a second time, Song Wen had already completed a rainbow lob with his heel.

The slight sound of the ball falling into the empty goal became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Camp Nou.

"Referee! This is definitely a foul!" Pique rushed over and yelled at Antonio, but he forgot that the laughter from the video referee room was playing in the other's headphones on a loop.

Antonio looked at the ball that had already rolled into the Barcelona goal, and his eyes were confused for a moment.

If I'm not mistaken, I seem to have completed an assist for Barcelona!
On the court, it sometimes happens that the ball hits the referee and changes direction, but there has never been a case of directly completing an assist like he did!
Antonio, who was just praised by Barcelona fans, is now facing the hottest curses from the Barcelona goal!
This goal is obviously very controversial.

"Are you kidding me? Can this goal count? Should the assist be credited to you?"

The Barcelona players have surrounded Antonio, as if they want him to give an explanation immediately.

In fact, Antonio's whistle today was obviously very biased towards Barcelona.

But this is not because he got any benefits, but because he himself is a referee with very serious subjective tendencies.

He doesn't like Song Wen.

But it is precisely because of his subjective character that he will never allow others to dictate his judgment.

The current behavior of Barcelona players is undoubtedly a huge insult to Antonio.

Antonio raised the whistle halfway and then put it down.

He originally wanted to blow the whistle for the goal, but the laughter of other referees, the complaints of Barcelona players and the curses of Barcelona fans in his headphones made the referee change his mind instantly.

"The goal is valid! The referee said the goal is valid! In the 2nd minute! Song Wen once again broke through Barcelona's goal and tied the score to 2:! And this wonderful goal was assisted by the referee Antonio!"

Following Zhan Jun's excited commentary, Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"What a misunderstanding! I had misunderstood this bald guy before! Turns out he's a friendly soldier!"

In the Douyin live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was also exploding.

[Is Bald Qiang a part-time referee or a ball guide today? ]

[It is recommended that Barcelona complain to the referee that the transfer window was not registered, and this assist should be counted as salary! ]

【Antonio: I’m going to be honest, I’ve been a fan of Song Wen for ten years! 】

[Friends, I almost couldn't hold my 50-meter-long sword! ]

[MVP of this game: The back of the referee's head! It is recommended to do a CT scan after the game to check if the chip is installed! ]

[How can Suarez tolerate this? Eat it! ]

[The bald head was waxed and it was too slippery to touch. 】

Amid the noise, Antonio stood in the center of the Camp Nou stadium and blew the whistle to end the first half.

The score between the two sides is temporarily tied at 2:2.

Before leaving the field, Song Wen found Antonio and shook hands with the bald referee with a smile, which caused the Barcelona players and fans to glare at him!

As soon as the players from both sides left the field, Barcelona officials published an article online, saying that it was completely absurd and unbelievable that Atletico Madrid's second goal was ruled valid, and they would file a lawsuit with the La Liga Committee.

Atletico Madrid officials were equally unwilling to be outdone and published an article almost at the same time, complaining about the referee's penalty decisions in the first half of the game and also stating that they would file a lawsuit with the La Liga Committee.

The war between the two clubs obviously did not stop because of the temporary suspension of the game.

At this time in the Atletico Madrid locker room, Song Wen was giving Griezmann and Costa severe educational criticism.

The snowstorm at Camp Nou was howling outside the locker room window, and Atletico Madrid's scarlet team logo was glowing coldly under the ceiling light.

Song Wen pulled off his shin guards that were soaked in snow water. The crisp sound of the metal buckles hitting the wardrobe made the air suddenly freeze.

Costa was spraying painkillers on his bruised knee, Griezmann was frozen in his tracks while wiping his sneakers, and everyone felt that some dangerous magnetic field was gathering in front of locker No. 17.

"Diego," Song Wen's voice was cold, "your IQ when you dribbled towards the goalkeeper was lighter than the paper money burned by Barcelona's extreme fans."

The locker room suddenly became silent.

Costa's painkiller bottle clattered to the ground, and white mist rose between the two men into an invisible trench.

Veins bulged on Costa's neck, but when he raised his head, his eyes met Song Wen's mirror-like pupils.

It reflected the great opportunity that was wasted half an hour ago: Song Wen's precise long pass found the onrushing Costa, which should have created a one-on-one situation, but his bull-like charge was blocked by Pique.

Griezmann tried to break the deadlock with a cough, but was met with a sharper knife light.

"Antoine," Song Wen looked at Griezmann, "the way you played against Busquets reminded me of a plastic bag blown away by the wind."

The Frenchman's face flushed as he clenched his shoe brush tightly, with grass clippings from the Camp Nou stuck in the gaps between the bristles.

Costa felt a little dissatisfied and was about to retort when he caught a glimpse of the muscular lines under Song Wen's jersey.

He remembered the force with which Song Wen knocked Busquets away.

I also recalled the pain I felt when I was hit by a truck when we first met.

Looking at Costa and Griezmann with their heads down and silent, Simeone had a complicated expression.

He was still worried about the conflicts in the locker room.

But now it seems that I was worrying too much.

Faced with Song Wen's accusations, the two didn't even have the courage to refute.

why?
They are teammates, but also competitors.

However, facing an alien like Song Wen who cannot be judged by common sense and is a monster far beyond the understanding of normal people, if it were me, I would probably be speechless.

On the other side, in the Barcelona locker room, the atmosphere had frozen like ice and snow.

(End of this chapter)