rpbooks Chapter 352 8 kinds of martial arts
Chapter 352 8 kinds of martial arts
Chapter 352 Eighteen martial arts
Fan Bizhuang's words were resolute and decisive, which completely expressed his attitude. There is no room for relaxation between him and Barcelona.
For this, Messi is naturally extremely angry. He is different from Fan Bizhuang. In his most difficult time, Barcelona gave him hope, and finally with the help of the club, he has grown to where he is today. It is said that he is the most loyal supporter of Barcelona.
A player who came out of La Masia is full of hostility towards Barcelona. How can this not make Messi feel full of anger.
But he was silent after all. After all, he and Fan Bizhuang had "worked together" in the reserve team for a while, and he was very clear about what happened to the other party. , then the original "expulsion" almost made the opponent unable to set foot on the professional court, which is definitely regarded as "deep hatred".
But understanding is understanding. Messi, who loves Barcelona deeply, naturally wants to protect his team. He has made up his mind and must do his best to defeat Fan Bizhuang and Villarreal, let him know However, his "revenge" can only be nothing.
But what makes Messi feel powerless is that his fighting spirit is getting stronger and stronger, but it has not yet produced results. Fan Bizhuang's "revenge" has once again turned into a sharp knife and stabbed Barcelona's heart fiercely.
If Fan Bizhuang was very low-key in the first half, so low-key that people could easily ignore him, then Fan Bizhuang in the second half was like a bloody monster. Running, sprinting crazily, harassing Barcelona's defense over and over again, and because of Barcelona's high attack, there is a huge gap in the backcourt, which gives Fan Bizhuang huge space and room to play.
Just 3 minutes after the last goal, Villarreal once again made a successful steal in the backcourt, almost exactly the same as the third goal, and Riquelme made a long pass from the backcourt to find Van Bizhuang , the latter received the ball in every possible way, and dribbled the ball straight to the Barcelona penalty area at lightning speed.
Although the style of play is simple, Barcelona can't stop it at all.Fan Bizhuang's speed is really too fast, and Riquelme's precise long pass bypassed the interception line in the midfield. Fan Bizhuang only needs to run with the ball, and it is enough to leave most of the defenders behind.
"Fan! Fan!!"
"Fan rushed up again, and Barcelona's midfielders had no choice but to follow behind him!"
"Come on! That's it! The restricted area is ahead!"
There was almost no obstacle, Fan Bizhuang rushed to the top of the arc of the penalty area, and Puyol, who was fighting and retreating, had no way to retreat. If he did not go up, then the opponent is likely to be directly in this position. He kicked and fired—but if he goes up, with the opponent's speed and agility, there is a great possibility that he will be shaken away.
Given the dilemma, Puyol finally gritted his teeth and went forward.
He has a lot of experience. He stared at the opponent firmly, trying to see something in Fan Bizhuang's eyes. His plan was very simple. No matter what the opponent did, he would not be moved, just firmly The stuck position blocks the opponent's shot line.
However, to his disappointment, Fan Bizhuang didn't make a fake breakthrough with him at all. Fan Bizhuang, who was dribbling the ball at high speed, didn't slow down. At the same time, the instep of the outside of the foot is on the football.
Horizontal breakthrough to the right!
This is by speed!
"Breakthrough! This is a breakthrough from Fan!"
"There is no fake action! Fan is going to be tough with the Barcelona captain!"
"Puyol has a wealth of defensive experience, but Fan didn't give him the opportunity to use this experience. He just wanted to use his speed and flexible direction to eat the Barcelona captain alive!"
There were bursts of exclamations at the scene.
In the midst of such din, Puyol's face turned pale with shock. He moved his body quickly, but the defensive side was already in a passive position, and Fan Bizhuang's speed was too fast. He wanted to keep up, but It was in vain, Fan Bizhuang had already dodged past, slightly ahead of him by half a body.
The opponent has entered the restricted area!
"Don't let him shoot!"
This idea suddenly exploded in Puyol's mind, and he didn't have time to think about the next thing, so he stretched out his hand and pulled it forward.When he woke up, his face was pale.
Obviously, he achieved his goal, Fan Bizhuang was stopped by him, but it was in an unusual way, Fan Bizhuang couldn't escape, but stood still, and the referee's whistle was also sharp at this moment sounded.
Everyone knows what this means and what it stands for!
"Pull people!"
"The captain of Barcelona intentionally fouled!"
"Fan stopped. I thought that with his speed and strength, he would be able to break free from the captain of Barcelona, but he didn't... Everyone knows what this means. Barcelona, the game is over!"
Puyol was stunned and stunned. Suddenly, he saw Fan Bizhuang turned his head and smiled at him.It looks warm, but it has a hint of sarcasm and ridicule.
To Puyol's surprise, he felt that he didn't feel angry at all, but only helpless and sighed.
"You're a great player. It's a shame we can't be teammates."
Puyol looked at Fan Bizhuang indifferently, opened his mouth lightly, then reached out and untied the captain's armband on his arm, holding it tightly as if it was as heavy as a weight.
The referee has already drawn out a yellow card to him. This is his second yellow card in this game. Two yellow cards turned into one red. The bright red swayed in the night sky. Puyol lowered his head and handed over the armband in his hand. Harvey, slowly walked to the sidelines.
Fan Bizhuang looked at his back, pondered for a long time, and finally threw out the unbearable feeling in his heart, turned around and hugged his teammates.
Leading by three goals, the opponent was sent off, and there is still a chance of a penalty kick. The score is likely to become 4:0. This is no longer a question of whether they can win at home, but whether they want to kill Barcelona!
The answer is yes, the penalty kick was taken by Riquelme himself, without any suspense, Riquelme used an insulting spoon penalty to deceive Valdes, and the score became 4:0 !
"Victory! Victory!"
"Long live Villarreal! Long live Van!"
"Majestic Barcelona, open your eyes and see, this is the Love Song Stadium, and this is our territory!"
The fans shouted violently, cheered wildly, and some people sang the songs of the small town, and more people held up the portrait of Fan Bizhuang and sent words of thanks to Barcelona.
"Thank you for giving us Fan! Thank you for your generosity!"
Rijkaard squatted on the ground and covered his face with his hands, he didn't want his desperate expression to be captured by the camera.The sound at the scene was so harsh, and the numbers on the scoreboard were so bright, all of this seemed to be mocking him, his incompetence, and his blindness!
No matter whether the final score will change or not, he knows that he and his team will face a humiliating defeat here!
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"No!"
Messi's face was full of sadness and unwillingness, and at this moment his heart was full of anger and confusion.Before the game, he thought it would be a difficult game, but he and his team were sure to win, just like in the first leg, when they came back from behind.
But the reality told him that all this was impossible.This time, Fan Bizhuang did not leave the field. This time, Fan Bizhuang was still unstoppable!And he obviously can't become the team's savior again-four goals behind, one less player on the field, what can he do to be the savior?He is a man, not a god!
Messi has never felt as deeply powerless and painful as he is now. He looked at the man who was embracing and celebrating with his teammates, and clenched his fists tightly. He didn't even feel that his fingernails were embedded in his flesh. .
However, he could just watch quietly, and there was nothing he could do.
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A score of 4:0 is enough to guarantee victory. Even if Barcelona has the ability to shake the sky, it is almost impossible to stage a shocking reversal in the remaining time.
Barcelona is very aware of this. The game has reached this point. Even if they don't want to admit defeat, they can only accept the result of the defeat by default.
Rijkaard gave up the game, he started to make substitution adjustments, Eto'o, Sylvinho, Ronaldinho were replaced, Rijkaard used up three substitution places in one go , replaced three young players, his purpose is already obvious, to give up the game and train newcomers.
According to common sense, if one party surrenders and surrenders, the other party does not need to pursue and fight fiercely. After all, they are not enemies of life and death, so there is no need to kill them all.
But Villarreal is different, or some players don't think so, Riquelme is one, and Van Bizhuang is also one.
The two people's resentment towards Barcelona is not so deep. It has nothing to do with them if Barcelona doesn't give up. They won't let it go anyway.
Taking advantage of the unstable time when Barcelona just made substitutions and adjustments, Villarreal, driven by Van Bizhuang, set off a wave of offensive climax, quickly took over the control of the midfield, and converted the defensive counterattack into Fully suppressed, Barcelona's front line was pressed again and again, and could only be trapped in the half.
This is definitely an insult. Usually only Barcelona besieged others, but now they were surrounded by opponents and beat them up. This made all Barcelona players feel a sense of humiliation.
But after the humiliation, they are deeply powerless, because they really have no power to fight back!
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