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Chapter 355 The last blow

Chapter 355 The last blow

"Aside from running fairly fast, what else can you do?"

"You can't defend, you can't attack, is your brain full of shit? Listen to me, boy, you are not suitable for playing football! You don't have such athletic cells!"

"You will never become a professional sportsman, and even an amateur team will not be willing to recruit a piece of trash like you! You should honestly do some cleaning work here!"

"Frank said his team didn't need your type. So Van..."

"Leave, go outside and find a suitable sky for you to soar!"

"..."

Memories of the past suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, former teammates, former coaches, and even former La Masia staff, their sarcasm and disdain were so clear, and Enrique told him the decision of the first team and persuaded him to find another The picture of the way out also flashed in my mind.

He will never forget the contempt and indifference he got there, nor will he forget that he was resolutely let go there.

He got something there, but more, he got resentment.

He never belonged there, he stayed there, just wanted to get close to professional football, that's all.

Therefore, when he has the ability to "revenge", he will not be soft in the slightest!Because in my heart, you are nothing!

"I said, I want to get back what belongs to me!"

Fan Bizhuang muttered a sentence in his heart, raised his head, his eyes flashed with determination and coldness!

Messi and Bo Yang are still catching up, and apart from persistence and unwillingness, there is also a hint of despair on their faces.

It is a truth on the football field that people cannot run with the ball, and it is also widely recognized that it is difficult for a player with the ball to run past a player without the ball.

But this point is completely wrong for Fan Bizhuang.

Messi and Bo Yang desperately chased back, but they could only watch each other run further and further away.Marquis came up to meet them. They originally thought that even if they couldn't intercept successfully, they could stop the opponent's movements for a while, but it turned out that their wishes came to nothing.

Marquis was like a wooden stake, beaten to pieces!It's not that Marquez's defensive ability is not strong, but a high-speed running Fan Bizhuang is too strong!

Can't stop it at all!

Messi remembered the scene of the first round of confrontation between the two teams. At that time, he also ran with the ball all the way, and scored the ball after a long-distance attack. At that time, Fan Bizhuang was behind him, powerless.

And now he also experienced this kind of despair, because at this moment, he is also powerless!

Fan Bizhuang stood still and raised his feet high. Valdez, with a panicked expression, abandoned the door and attacked.

"Fight!"

Messi and Bo Yang gritted their teeth almost at the same time, took a strong breath at the same time, took another step, threw their bodies out, and slid away.

"Tackling!"

"Messi! Bojan! Two people shovel at the same time!"

"Valdés attacks - can they stop Fan who has gone crazy!"

The Love Song Stadium was suddenly silent, everyone was staring at Barcelona's penalty area, so nervous that they didn't even dare to breathe!

In the blink of an eye, the answer is already obvious!

Three people failed, whether it was Messi and Bojan's tackle, or Valdez's attack, they failed to stop Fan Bizhuang!

In the blink of an eye, Fan Bizhuang, like eyes behind him, lowered his raised right foot lightly, with a flick of the outside of his foot, he dodged past Valdes who was attacking, and with another flick, the empty door was closed In front of you!

"No shot! No shot! It was just a feint from Fan! He was going to..."

"Pass the goalkeeper and hit the empty goal!"

Messi and Bojan closed their eyes in pain, Valdez also slumped on the ground covering his face with his hands, Fan Bizhuang took the ball to the goal line unhurriedly, paused, and then, kicked violently, throwing The football is drawn into the empty goal!

As if to vent all the dissatisfaction and pain, and as if to bid farewell to the past, this time, Fan Bizhuang did not celebrate after roaring to the sky, but glanced lightly at the stands of the fans of the visiting team, and then ran to the fans of the home team. Under the stands, he took off his jersey, and displayed the number and name on the back of the jersey in front of everyone!

"Remember me, I'm number 23! Villarreal's number 23!"

"I'm Fan! I'm the... king of the Love Song Stadium!"

This is the subtext of Fan Bizhuang. Every fan in the small town can clearly feel the voice from Fan Bizhuang. After a brief silence, tens of thousands of fans stood up collectively, applauding and applauding one after another.

"KING! KING!!! KING!!!"

"Long live Your Majesty the King!"

"Regardless of the past, we only know the present! Fan, you belong here, the Love Song Stadium! Long live Your Majesty the King!"

The commentators from various TV stations were still shouting "GOAL!" over and over again, screaming and cheering for Fan Bizhuang's hat-trick, but their voices could not be heard, the fans The wave of their cheers has already overwhelmed everything.

Pellegrini nodded and clapped his hands with a smile, while the substitute players waved their arms in joy.

On the other side, Rijkaard's face was pale, almost collapsed on the ground, with a painful expression.The Barcelona bench was also silent, with grief and despair on everyone's faces.

Enrique and Vilanova also stood up at this moment, looking at the young man standing in the center of the love song field, watching his arrogant and unruly movements, they all knew that this young man had completely wiped his body away. The traces of Catalonia, from this night, from this moment, he really waved goodbye to the past!

He is Fan, he is Fan Bizhuang, he is an outstanding professional player, he is a different teenager, and he has a bright and bright future.

However, all of this has nothing to do with Barcelona.

"I suddenly felt that it might be a good thing if nothing happened in the first place, Fan, and he would probably become the club's biggest and most dangerous enemy!"

Enrique sighed softly, and his thoughts drifted back to that cold night. If he hadn't gone to Tongs bar at that time, and hadn't had that conversation, maybe there would be no subsequent events, and Fan Bizhuang was still a bewitched The pearl buried on the beach is still silently working as a football apprentice that no one pays attention to.

However, there are no ifs in the world, and Fan Bizhuang has lived up to his expectations and has become an extremely good, even one of the most outstanding young players of this era.However, instead of wearing a Barcelona jersey, he appeared as an enemy of Barcelona.

Things are impermanent, nothing more than this.

Enrique's mood was very complicated, and he didn't know whether he should smile with relief or sigh with regret at this moment.

Vilanova didn't speak, but the hand holding the notebook was trembling slightly, his heart was not as calm as his face showed.

"Who knows what will happen in the future. Let's take a step, let's take a step, don't forget that we are Barcelona, ​​we have experienced failures, but we will never be knocked down by failures... Barcelona!"

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Fan Bizhuang's third goal, like a bullet that destroyed the enemy's last fighting spirit, directly cut off all Barcelona's thoughts.

Every Barcelona player's face was full of bewilderment and despair, and he was no longer energetic.Of course, some people still have angry expressions on their faces. They all know that Fan Bizhuang is also half a Barcelona native. In a certain way, he is also a product of La Masia's youth training.

But it was such a person who led another team, and chopped down the butcher's knife raised high on their heads.

"traitor!"

"Judas!"

There is no right or wrong in the football world, only winning or losing. This is the cruelest place. Everything is for the pursuit of victory, and the rest is beyond one's control.

This is a very simple truth. As a professional player, never giving up and working hard is a commendable virtue, but when the cruel reality falls on them, the Barcelona players find it difficult to accept.

Many people stared at Fan Bizhuang with hatred, and roared in low voices.

But Fan Bizhuang didn't care about it at all, he ignored all the hostile eyes of the other party, and he always had a flat to almost indifferent expression on his face.

He knew what these people were thinking, and he also understood the anger in their hearts, but so what, they wouldn't even have the chance to retaliate against themselves—at least in this game, there wouldn't be any more.

The referee showed Fan Bizhuang his second yellow card of the game. Two yellow cards turned into one red, and he was directly expelled from the game.

This is the second time in this game that he stripped off to celebrate and received a red card, which was undisputed.

With eyes that wished to bite him to death, Fan Bizhuang turned around and walked off the court slowly.

Unlike Puyol's sad departure, Fan Bizhuang left with his head held high. Cheers and applause erupted again. Fan Bizhuang waved his hand towards the stands like a hero returning in triumph.

"Fan got the second yellow card of the game, and he was sent off by the referee. But it doesn't matter anymore, 6:1, we have the victory firmly in our hands!"

"No one will criticize Fan for not being calm. In front of his three goals, all criticisms and doubts will not appear, because he is the hero of this game! At least, in front of the small town fans, he is a love song Heroes of the pitch!"

"His character is extreme, he is very stubborn and rebellious, and he always does things that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. But what does it matter? Please remember his name, his name is Fan Bi — Zhuang, he once walked out of La Masia, but now, the blood of Villarreal flows in his body!"

"Yes, he is the king here! The mighty... king!"

"Long live Your Majesty the King!"

(End of this chapter)