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Chapter 351 8 kinds of martial arts

Chapter 351 Eighteen martial arts

"Fan! Fan!!"

"Van received a long ball from Riquelme, he was very fast, Yaya Toure couldn't keep up with him, and Van dribbled the ball into the middle! Puyol came out -"

"No stop! Puyol couldn't stop Van at full fire! Fan broke through - oh, down! Van fell to the ground! Puyol tripped him with his foot! It was a disgraceful foul!"

"If he rushes over, Fan can face the goal and complete the shot. Puyol's foul is not rough, but the nature is bad enough. punish!"

"The referee showed mercy and just showed Puyol a yellow card! The Villarreal players were very dissatisfied and surrounded the referee to ask for an explanation. They believed that the captain of Barcelona should be sent off with a red card! The referee The referee sticks to his guns!"

"Free kick! Villarreal once again gained a free kick in the front court. The second goal of the submarine came from the cooperation of the free kick. This time, can they still score? Ha, everyone You know, Villarreal's set-pieces are extremely threatening, will the 'meal card combination' come forward this time?"

Amid the din created by the on-site commentator and the fans, Fan Bizhuang once again stood in front of the ball. His actions had already given the answer, and the "meal card combination" was still hidden. This time, a free kick He will still take the penalty.

But the fans were not dissatisfied at all, they all cheered happily while standing in their seats.

"Fan! Fan! Fan!!!"

"One more pass, blow 'em up!"

"Goal! Goal!! Totally kill the game!"

The previous free kick combined with the goal gave the home team fans great confidence. They have reason to believe that this free kick is still an excellent scoring opportunity.

Rijkaard knew this too, with a nervous and anxious application on his face.If they concede another goal, the game will really be impossible to play. After falling behind by three goals, it will be difficult for them to have a chance to comeback.Barcelona are very strong, but they are not gods!

"Watch his pass!"

"Damn it, Marquis, keep an eye on the man!"

"Yaya! Yaya - use your big tall one to push the ball out of me! Don't let them complete the cooperation!"

Thinking of the second goal conceded in the first half, Rijkaard couldn't calm down immediately. He couldn't figure out why Villarreal is such a bunch of freaks. Fan Bizhuang was alone, but he didn't expect that all of them were good players!Even Riquelme can score goals with his head. Damn it, do they kick the ball with their feet or with their heads? When did Barcelona's airspace allow the enemy to abuse it so wantonly?

This time, they must not be allowed to do so!

Rijkaard was still waving his hands and yelling again and again, but the whistle on the field had already sounded, and Fan Bizhuang made a move.

Running up, kicking the ground, swinging legs... the three movements are connected in one go, almost the same as before.

However, when he kicked the football with his right foot, everyone was shocked to find that it was completely different from before.

It was a pass before, but this time, it was... a direct shot!

"Whoosh~"

The football rose from the ground, and it was another wonderful arc, barely bypassing the human wall, and then fell straight to the upper right corner of the goal!

"Where will Fan pass the ball this time, he raised his leg, no...it's not a pass! It's...a shot!"

"Fan - shoot directly!"

"Unexpectedly, this time Fan didn't choose to pass the ball, he did it himself!"

Amidst the exclamations, Rijkaard also looked at this scene with some dumbfounded, a great uneasiness emerged in his heart!

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the football had already reached its destination, and Valdez didn't respond at all. When he turned his head, the football had already plunged into it from the intersection between the beam and the column!

"Not a pass? How could it not be a pass? Why did he shoot! Ahhh!"

Rijkaard roared angrily, with an incredible expression on his face.

But all this is of no avail, the facts are doomed, and the Love Song Stadium has become a sea of ​​joy for the third time today.

The screams of the home commentator Alsace have resounded in every corner of the stadium: "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOO... AL! The goal is..."

"Fan!"

"Fan—!!"

"Fan!!!"

Alsace yelled the first half of the sentence, and tens of thousands of fans on the scene picked it up for him, and shouted the second half, the voice of "Fan" swept the audience like a mountain roar and a tsunami!

"Good! Good!! Really beautiful! Speed, angle, power, everything! Good shot! Wonderful!"

In the VIP box, Aragones did not maintain his usual wise image, he jumped up like an ordinary fan, cheering and clapping his hands.

What he wants has already found the answer, just with this free kick goal, he knows that this young man, his team is bound to win!

Roig also stood up, clapping his hands as well, his wrinkled face turned wine red because of excitement and excitement.

"This is Van! This is the king of this course!"

"Nice job, little one! Hahaha!"

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The Barcelona players stood in front of the goal in a daze, with unbelievable and painful expressions on their faces.

In their inherent thinking, Fan Bizhuang should choose to pass the ball with this kick, but he chose to hit the goal directly!Moreover, this arc shot is so amazing, not to mention that they were not prepared, even if they were prepared, it is probably impossible to block it.

Valdez angrily took off his gloves, cursing and picking up the ball from the goal for the third time.Puyol shook his head helplessly, and looked at the junior boy who might have become his teammate who walked out of La Masia not far away with complicated eyes. Messi put his hands on his hips and looked absent-minded.

Off the court, Fan Bizhuang's La Masia teammate Busquets held his forehead and sighed, Bojan bowed his head in silence, and Alba muttered, not knowing what he was talking about...

Everyone has different thoughts and feelings, and the one who performed the worst is their head coach, Frank Rijkaard.

"How could this be?"

"how so!!!"

Rijkaard muttered to himself in a daze, then squatted on the ground with his head in pain.The kid who was kicked out of La Masia by him, the kid he looked down upon, finally made a counterattack. His free kick was like a sharp knife, stabbing him mercilessly. In the stomach, also stabbed in the heart of Barcelona.

He knows that his time in Barcelona has entered the countdown, not only because his team performance this season has been suppressed by rival Real Madrid, not only because his team is likely to lose by a big score in this game, but in the end The important thing is that it was his ignorance that caused the club to lose such a superstar who is enough to become the favorite of heaven in the future!

He was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do, he could only stare blankly and despondently at the boiling Love Song Stadium, and remained silent.

On the field, Fan Bizhuang had already completed the signature action of kneeling on the ground and pointing to the sky with both hands. He stood up, raised his head to the sky and roared, and rushed to the stands.

Like Riquelme, he chose the stand of the away fans, where he stood and held up a finger to signify that he had scored a goal.Then he took off his jersey and held it up high, so that the Barcelona fans in the stands could clearly see the color of the jersey and the number printed on it!

"This is the Villarreal jersey!"

"This is my jersey number!"

"Now, do you regret it?"

Fan Bizhuang's arrogant and unruly actions caused a burst of boos from Barcelona fans, and many angry fans shouted "Judas" while throwing down the sundries in their hands.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care at all, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and the laughter became louder and louder, implying an extremely carefree intention of revenge.

There is no doubt that Fan Bizhuang paid the price of a yellow card for his willfulness.

It's just that he didn't take it seriously, put on his jersey, and walked back to the middle circle.

"You shouldn't have provoked the fans. Anyway, you were part of Barcelona and you..."

Near the middle circle, Messi looked at him and said so.

Fan Bizhuang looked indifferent and disdainful: "So what? What does that have to do with me? I won't go back to Barcelona again. They hate theirs, they hate theirs, what can I do?"

"You..." Messi pointed at him angrily, "Didn't La Masia leave a trace in your heart? Don't you feel grateful at all? It's the club that cultivated you, it's..."

"All they brought me was indifference and disdain!"

Fan Bizhuang interrupted him coldly with a wave of his hand, "Barcelona is just my enemy! It is now, and it will be in the future! What I want to do is to trample your pride and dignity on the ground!"

As he said that, Fan Bizhuang also made a movement of stepping on the ground.

Messi remained silent and said nothing, but his eyes became extremely sharp and cold.

"I thought that even if you left, you would only have resentment at most. I didn't expect that you had such resentment towards the team! Well then, we are enemies. From now on, you are me, Barcelona, ​​the biggest Enemies can never reconcile!"

Messi's words were resolute and firm, even gnashing his teeth.

Fan Bizhuang didn't take it to heart at all. He grinned and showed his white teeth. Although he was smiling, it made people feel a sense of serenity: "It's been a long time ago! Since I left there From a moment on, it is doomed to be immortal!"

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"

"Keep your eyes wide open, the boy who was chased away by you like a bereaved dog, is back now! He's back with the flames of vengeance!"

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