The first tumor in football

Chapter 205: On this day, Camp Nou remembered number

The screen in Douyin's live broadcast room was shaking slightly. Zhan Jun adjusted his headset and said, "The score is now 4-3. Atletico Madrid must hold on for the last eight minutes."

His fingertips unconsciously stroked the tactical board, and he caught a glimpse of Fan Zhiyi tapping out a certain rhythm with a mineral water bottle under the table - that was an old habit of Chinese international players to relieve tension in the locker room.

The grass at Camp Nou glowed coldly under the fill light.

Simeone's suit collar was ripped open to the third button. He stood in the technical area with his hands on his hips, and the tip of his left leather shoe crushed the grass clippings regularly.

When the broadcast camera swept past, he suddenly raised his right fist and pounded it hard on the palm of his left hand. This action made Valverde on the sidelines subconsciously take a half step back - the back of the Barcelona coach's suit had already been soaked with cold sweat, and he was now nervously biting his thumb nail.

"Busquets paced back and forth on the kick-off spot, not noticing his socks had slipped down to his ankles."

Fan Zhiyi suddenly raised his voice, trying to cover up the trembling ending tone with professional terms, "Messi bent over with his hands on his knees, and beads of sweat fell on the grass along his chin. He maintained this posture for a full fifteen seconds."

The scarlet countdown on the electronic scoreboard ticked to 7:49.

The moment the referee blew the whistle, the eleven Atletico Madrid players meshed at the same time like precision gears. Costa pushed the ball to Song Wen and immediately ran sideways, using his burly body to block Busquets's route to the ball.

"Beautiful! Song Wen pulled the ball back behind him with the sole of his foot. This Cruyff turn is more standard than the textbook!"

Zhan Jun's commentary suddenly got stuck - in the picture, Suarez was approaching with his back hunched like a hungry wolf, the Uruguayan's blond sideburns were stuck to his cheekbones with sweat, and his pupils were shrunk to the size of a needle tip.

Song Wen suddenly tapped the ball with the outside of his right foot, and when Suarez's center of gravity shifted, his left ankle turned inward at a strange angle to complete a Marseille turn.

The north stand of Camp Nou erupted in deafening boos, but suddenly stopped talking when Song Wen used his heel to lift the ball over Umtiti's head.

The live broadcast room was filled with comments like "Is this a monkey?" and the number of people online exceeded 30 million, causing the server to freeze briefly.

"He's using the ball as bait." Fan Zhiyi suddenly slammed the table, shaking the mineral water bottle toppled over, "Did you see that? Every time Barcelona double-teamed him, he passed the ball exactly 0.3 seconds before the opponent formed a double team. This bastard even calculated the opponent's breathing rhythm!"

Valverde's arms waving on the sidelines gradually became stiff.

When the fourth official raised the electronic card for six minutes of extra time, he ripped off his tie and slammed it against the seat. This action was captured by high-definition camera and instantly topped the Twitter trending search list.

In the corner of the broadcast, Simeone was drawing a cross on the tactical board with his index finger - the first time he had revealed his faith in public in his nine years as Atletico Madrid coach.

"The last thirty seconds!" Zhan Jun's voice suddenly split, "Song Wen started in the middle circle arc, wait, he is slowing down. No! This is a second acceleration!"

The entire Camp Nou seemed to be pressed on the slow-motion button. The grass debris kicked up by Song Wen's sprint was still suspended in the air, but Suarez's outstretched right hand grabbed nothing.

He panicked instantly.

There were only a few minutes left in the game, and he knew he must not let this kid get started.

If Atletico Madrid scores another goal at this time, Barcelona will completely lose all hope of a draw!

He pounced directly towards Song Wen and hung on Song Wen's body.

The moment Suarez's canine teeth pierced his lower lip, the regret of biting Chiellini in the 2014 World Cup and the shame of biting Bakar in 2010 overlapped on his retina.

Ever since he was assigned by Valverde to guard Song Wen, he felt that he was always being fooled by that kid.

Especially in the last few minutes, Song Wen's various frivolous actions directly put Suarez into a red-hot state.

At this moment, the blood pressure in his brain soared.

Suarez has lost his mind and he continues to use his teeth to find a medium to release his blood pressure.

In front of him, Song Wen just bent down, and Suarez opened his bloody mouth without thinking! !

"Beep!" The referee's whistle and the exclamations of 70,000 people sounded at the same time.

And in a world that only Suarez could hear, a crisp "clang" sound echoed in his brain!
He bit Song Wen's head!
But in Suarez's feeling, it seemed that what he bit was not a head at all, but a piece of iron! !
"Ahhhh!!!"

Suarez only felt a sharp pain in his gums. He even felt that the buck teeth that had troubled him for many years seemed to have shrunk and been cured because of this bite.

The Uruguayan took two steps back, covering his mouth and crying in pain.

He looked at number 17 in disbelief.

He saw that the opponent was not hurt at all despite his full strength biting, and just wiped his saliva from his hair in disgust.

The referee ran over quickly.

This time, Antonio showed Suarez a red card without hesitation!
"Red card! Suarez has his rabies attack again! In front of everyone, the referee must give him a red card this time!! Let's take a look at Song Wen..."

In the live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi had a strange expression on his face.

"Song Wen doesn't seem to be in any serious condition, but he is a little disgusted by Suarez's saliva. This is not right, Suarez didn't make a precise move this time..."

It is a recognized fact in the world of football that Uruguayans have sharp teeth.

Countless players nearly died under his teeth.

This time, Suarez's attack on Song Wen did not even cause any skin injuries.

On the other hand, Suarez, the perpetrator, covered his mouth and shed tears with a pitiful look on his face.

"Um, Suarez seems to have bitten his tongue this time?"

At this moment, Suarez's eyes were full of disbelief.

His invincible weapon was obviously hit in this confrontation.

Even though the referee's red card was right in front of him, the Uruguayan only had one thought in his mind at the moment, "Why is this kid so stubborn!!"

As if he understood Suarez's thoughts, Song Wen smiled and raised his hand and knocked on his head, making two crisp sounds.

As early as the day before the competition started, Song Wen had been wearing a safety helmet for a whole day!

[The anti-fan value (Zhang Xizhe) has reached 50,000, and the ability is obtained - hat-trick. Zhang Xizhe, who once played abroad for Wolfsburg in the Bundesliga, always sat in the first row of the bench to watch the team's games. Because the weather was hot and the sun was glaring, he would wear a hat. ]

[Wear a hat: One day before the game, you can choose different hats to wear on your head for 24 hours to achieve different effects. ]

[Helmet: The helmet can keep you safe. Your skull will be hardened for the next game.]

The ability that Song Wen obtained from Zhang Xizhe, like the sea cucumber players, is an ability that Song Wen will use in every game.

But in most cases, Song Wen usually wears a golf cap to improve his set-piece ability.

But this time against Barcelona, ​​Song Wen specially put on a safety helmet.

This is to guard against the iron-tongued Ji Xiaosu.

Although Messi is scary, Song Wen knows that in Barcelona's lineup, Suarez is the one who needs to be guarded against the most! Listening to the metallic knocking sound coming from Song Wen's head, the Uruguayan's face was full of disbelief.

He slowly released his hand that was covering his mouth - at this moment, Suarez's mouth had really turned into a bloody mouth.

And in his hand, still lying peacefully was a front tooth of his deceased companion.

"Hahahaha!"

In the live broadcast room, Fan Zhiyi couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud.

"Suarez, what's going on? If I'm not mistaken, he bit someone and lost one of his teeth."

Zhan Jun's expression was also not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and he said with emotion:
"Suarez, these sharp teeth have been dominating for so many years, but this time they are finally in trouble!"

The barrage of comments went completely crazy at this moment.

[I am dying of laughter. Suarez's teeth fell out? 】

[Pass it on, Suarez has no teeth, so you should be called Suarez from now on.]

[If you are not my buddy, you dare to bite anyone's head. Don't you know that our King Song's head is so stinky and hard! ]

[I remembered the guy whose ribs were broken by Song Wen when he was in the English Championship. ]

[I can't hold it in any longer. This game is so damn interesting. ]

[I lost a red card and broke my teeth. What a loss! 】

With the farce caused by Suarez, the tense atmosphere just now has been swept away.

One reason is that Suarez's tooth loss is really too funny.

Secondly, because Suarez was sent off with a red card, it would be almost impossible for Barcelona, ​​who were missing one player, to equalize the score in less than a few minutes.

Inside the tactical analysis room at the Emirates Stadium, the coaches of the five Big Six Premier League teams raised their champagne glasses at the same time.

Guardiola's glasses reflected the close-up of Song Wen in the broadcast.

"The data just came from the data group," Wenger tapped on the tablet, "Song Wen's running distance in this game reached 13.8 kilometers, his touch success rate was 91%, and his confrontation success rate..." He suddenly paused and looked at the 100% confrontation success rate data column that was updated in real time, "This is beyond the human limit."

Klopp's beer foam slid down the wall of the glass: "Did you notice? Every time before he touches the ball, he taps the grass with his heel three times, like he is inputting a code to the ball."

The screen suddenly burst into cheers - in the screen, Suarez was walking towards the player tunnel with his toothless mouth covered.

The snow foam at Camp Nou glowed blue under the fill light.

Messi was supporting himself with his knees and gasping for breath, as if his lungs were filled with ice.

When he looked up at No. 17, his eyes met the other person's.

Under Messi's gaze, Song Wen slowly raised five fingers.

"Beep!" The referee Antonio blew the whistle to resume the game, and the electronic timer showed the 95th minute of stoppage time.

The moment Song Wen kicked the ball, he suddenly turned his head, and his pupils accurately locked onto the position where the referee was standing - 7.2 meters away from the center circle, forming a 17-degree angle with Busquets.

"Griezmann!" Song Wen's seemingly casual pass actually contained a dangerous intent. The ball rotated inward at 12 turns per second and accurately avoided the depression in the grass.

When the French striker knocked the ball back, Busquets' intercepting leg swept the air, and Song Wen had already completed three touches and changed direction.

The ball suddenly shot towards the referee's left heel, and refracted and changed direction at the moment Antonio raised his foot in panic.

The broadcast camera captured the sneer on Song Wen's lips.

"This bastard is using the referee as a human wall!" Valverde was so angry that he tore off his suit cufflinks on the sidelines.

When Song Wen broke through the Barcelona defense without the ball, there was a sudden burst of boos from the south stand of Camp Nou, but the moment Song Wen stopped the ball with his chest, it turned into a terrified gasp.

Pique and Umtiti's closed defense was perfect, but Song Wen suddenly used his toes to lift the ball three meters high.

When the ball was falling, he deliberately adjusted his position to make referee Antonio the best rebounding point - "Bang!" The football hit the referee's forehead heavily, and flew to the empty space on the right side of the penalty area in a strange arc.

"Costa got the ball!" Zhan Jun's commentary was drowned out by the noise.

Atletico Madrid's striker used his knee to complete a cross pass at the bottom line, and the football slid out an S-shaped trajectory on the snow-covered grass.

Song Wen slipped his left foot and made a direct shot with a flying kick!
Ter Stegen misjudged by a full 1.2 seconds.

When the football hit the net with a spiral of snowflakes, the German goalkeeper's saving gloves touched the goal post belatedly.

The moment the score of 5-3 exploded on the electronic screen, the mineral water bottles on the Barcelona bench collectively overturned.

"Is this a goal?!" Fan Zhiyi laughed while patting the tactical board, "The referee became the best assist!"

"Beautiful!" Zhan Jun shouted excitedly, "In the 96th minute of the game, Song Wen scored the final goal with a stunning cross-legged shot! Five to three! Atletico Madrid crushed the arrogant Barcelona at the Camp Nou!!"

Messi slowly sat down, holding onto the billboard, snowflakes falling on his trembling eyelashes.

At this moment, the confidence of the Argentine football king shattered like snowflakes in the sky.

Inside the Emirates Stadium, the champagne glasses of the five coaches froze in mid-air.

At this moment, they suddenly realized a problem.

Although Song Wen defeated Barcelona and is in La Liga, it does not mean that they will not meet again.

You know, the Champions League is in full swing.

"We need to set up a joint technical team," Guardiola suddenly broke the silence. "Every move he makes has a triple fake, and the conventional defensive model is completely ineffective."

Wenger pulled up Song Wen's running heat map: "Look here, every time he makes a seemingly meaningless return run, he is actually inducing the opponent's defense to have a displacement deviation of 0.5 meters."

Data analysis shows that the average position of Barcelona's four defenders moved 2.3 meters forward compared to the opening of the game.

The final whistle at Camp Nou sounded particularly harsh in the snowstorm.

Song Wen stood in the center circle with his arms outstretched, and snowflakes formed a strange vortex around him. When the broadcast camera zoomed in, Song Wen took off his shirt in the snow.

He held up his jersey high and pointed at the number 17 on it!
The Camp Nou stadium fell into an eerie silence.

On this day, Camp Nou remembered the number 17.

(End of this chapter)