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Chapter 349 The decisive battle is in the second half!

Chapter 349 The decisive battle is in the second half!

"It was unexpected. Santiago didn't stand in front of the football. Fan, Fan stood up! Is he going to take this free kick? This is an extremely rare scene!"

"It seems that the 'fan card combination' can't be seen in this free kick attack, but what I want to say is that Fan also has a free kick skill!"

"Maybe Fan wants to show off? There are not many opportunities for him to show his face in today's game. If there is such a free kick opportunity, why not do it!"

"Okay, Fan starts to run up, lifts his leg and shoots - no, it's a pass! The football falls quickly to the back, Thomason! The Danish veteran stepped up again, overpowering Marquez and shaking his head... Whoa, the header is diverted!"

"Riquelme came up, he was so fast, he jumped up and there was no one around him! He hit the football, it changed direction and went towards the goal—"

Riquelme leaped in mid-air, with no one around him. He looked at his teammates below him, as well as the panic-stricken opponents, with a bright smile on his face, stretched his head forward, and powerfully hit the football!

The next moment, the Love Song Stadium fell into a frenzied jubilation.

"Yes, yes, yes! Valdez jumped up and failed to catch the football, which rushed into the goal without hindrance! Roman! Roman! He did it! He scored a goal! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!"

"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOOOOOOOOOOOAL! GOAL! 2:0! 2:0! Two set kicks, two goals, is this Villarreal's tactics today? peifect! Simple cooperation, this It's a call between two veterans, and everything will come naturally!"

"Van lied to everyone! No combo, no direct shot, he put the ball in front of the Dane, the Dane put the ball in front of the Argentine, Riquelme didn't miss a chance, he ... scored a perfect goal!"

Amidst the cheers all over the sky, the teammates roared and rushed forward, Fran threw Riquelme to the ground, and everyone rushed forward, pressing them all down!

"Roman! Roman!! You bastard, you scored a goal! What an amazing goal!"

"2:0! 2:0! We are two goals ahead of Barcelona! The mighty Barcelona is far behind us!"

"You did it! You fucking did it! Damn it, you did it! You helped the team lead by two goals!"

In the crowd, Riquelme smiled brightly and carefreely. He rushed out of the crowd, took off his jersey, held it in his hand, and roared as he ran.

Such a crazy side rarely appears on the Argentine. He always maintains a calm and wise side, but at this moment, he can't control his excitement. He once came to the Camp Nou with the dream of conquering the world. Once he was kicked out of the house like a bereaved dog, and he had fantasized about trampling the other party under his feet more than once, but now, all his dreams have become a reality.

"what!"

Riquelme stopped under the billboard behind the away goal, clutching his jersey tightly, his arms vibrating in the wind, roaring.

This stand is the camp of the fans of the visiting team. Riquelme used his goals and roars to vent the dissatisfaction and aggrievedness hidden in his heart.

Don't you look down on me?Didn't you boo me?Didn't you drive me away mercilessly?

Now, do you see it?Now, do you regret it?

The fans of the visiting team were silent in the stands.

Without any accident, Riquelme was punished with a yellow card for his aggressive behavior, but the fans at the scene all got up and cheered and applauded him uninterruptedly.

"Roman, you still have us!"

"Roman, you will always be part of this place! We will always be family!"

"No matter what the future holds, you will always be in our hearts! Will never forget!"

Fans erupted in such shouts, and the small town people used their way to make their heroes feel warm.

"And us!"

Teammates gathered around again, or patted him on the shoulder, or gently rubbed his hair.

"I am fine."

Riquelme stopped roaring and venting, turned around, looked at the sincere faces, restored his previous calm and introvertedness, put his jersey back on, and gently hugged Fan Bizhuang beside him.

"It's a lot easier to say it. Why don't you try it, Fan?"

Fan Bizhuang was stunned: "Huh?"

"I mean, Dahl scored a goal, and I scored a goal. Next, it's up to you." Riquelme said with a smile.

"it is good."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, his eyes gleaming with extraordinary firmness.

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Rijkaard stomped on the sidelines angrily, but the fact cannot be changed. In just half an hour, his team fell behind by two goals in the away game.

What made him feel even more terrified was that he found that the tactics and strategies he had prepared before the game seemed useless at all. In the script prepared in advance by the other party.

"Damn it, it can't go on like this! Change, change! A change must be made! But... how should it be changed..."

Rijkaard continued to pace back and forth on the sidelines, thinking about countermeasures, and kept muttering in his mouth, but he never came up with an effective solution. Even the commentators in the commentary saw that he was at a loss. He shook his head again and again.

"Mr. Frank seems to be at the end of his rope. Barcelona is already standing on the brink of failure. If he can't think of a way, then...the only thing waiting for Barcelona is failure!"

"Coach Frank is already panicking. I have to say that Villarreal is more prepared for this game. They completely restrained the mighty Barcelona!"

"The Catalan team can only be led by the nose!"

Enrique also sighed and shook his head helplessly. Although he and Rijkaard were at odds, and the conflict between them could no longer be reconciled, he was a staunch Catalanist anyway. Naturally want Barcelona to win.The conflict between the two is an internal problem, and they should be consistent in their attitude towards it.

"Frank seems to have nothing to do." Enrique pondered, and looked at his friend beside him, "What about you, what do you think? Is there any solution?"

"No."

Vilanova spit out two words very simply and neatly.

This made Enrique stunned. In his impression, Vilanova is an excellent coach with keen observation and resourcefulness. No matter how difficult the situation is, he will have his own unique insights.But this time, he actually said bluntly no, this...

As if to answer his friend's doubts, Vilanova hesitated for a while, and after a while, organized his words, opened his mouth and said: "As far as the current situation is concerned, the team has no way out, and there is no other option but to attack." Law."

Enrique nodded, the situation is indeed the case, two goals behind, the team can only attack, there is no other way out.

However, this is something that even a discerning fan can see. What is the solution?

"If you want to avoid failure, there is no other way than a desperate attack. The reason why I said I have no opinion is because..." Vilanova raised his head, but instead of looking at Enrique, he stared at Enrique. The No. 23 player of the home team on the field, "Villarreal is likely to make a change. Luiz, Fan was so quiet in the first half, you and I both understand his character and temper, you don't feel it Is it strange?"

"You mean..." Enrique thought of a possibility, his face full of surprise.

"That's right. I think it's time to belong to Fan. Inaction, the whole first half up to now, almost can't feel his presence, it has already caused our two goals, and once Fan shows his power... ..." Vilanova didn't continue, but the meaning was obvious, once Fan Bizhuang entered the state, Barcelona would be in a more dangerous situation.

Enrique also thought of this, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "It seems that we have really created a headache for ourselves!"

Vilanova shrugged and said nothing.

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The fears of Enrique and Vilanova did not materialize, at least until the end of the first half.Villarreal has indeed changed their tactical play. With two goals in hand, they switched from offense to defense. They expected Barcelona, ​​and they used the smallest effort to do the biggest thing, tightened the front line, and insisted on defending wholeheartedly. fight back.

Barcelona knew that their opponents were playing to let them attack in order to counterattack the abacus of disturbing their defense, but they still had to jump into the trap by themselves. Who made them lag behind now, and they were still two goals behind. They didn't want to surrender, so You have to follow the opponent's routine!

Barcelona's offense was a bit desperate, even the back line was pressed close to the center circle, and the two full-backs turned into avant-garde, attacking together in the frontcourt.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Barcelona at the moment as aggressive.

But Villarreal, who had been psychologically prepared, responded calmly, their defense was rock-solid, and their counterattack was sharp enough. After a successful interception, they often kicked forward with big feet, allowing Thomason, Fran and Ka Sora rushed to fight.Regardless of the small number of counterattacks, Barcelona's defense is not stable, and the threat created by the home team is even greater than that of the visiting team.

The only thing that is strange is that Fan Bizhuang's performance is still tepid. He seems to be strolling in the garden. Although he is running, he seems to be listless or trying to save energy.

When the whistle sounded at the end of the halftime game, the score was still 2:0, the home team was in front, the away team was behind, and both sides failed to score in the remaining time.

The teammates talked and laughed, hugged each other's shoulders and walked off the field, while the Barcelona players on the other side left the field in a hurry with a little disappointment.

Fan Bizhuang looked at the Barcelona players who looked like a defeated rooster, curled his lips, turned around, and walked slowly towards the player tunnel.

"Fan."

The footsteps stopped, and Fan Bizhuang knew who the voice was without turning around.

Messi shouted behind him: "What are you thinking? Why are you behaving..."

"Is it because of poor performance? It's okay, just say it. It doesn't matter, I performed poorly, but my teammates performed well, can they beat you as well?" Fan Bizhuang said with his back to Messi, his tone said Out of ridicule.

"You..." Obviously, Messi was irritated by his provocative words, and punched him almost in a yelling way, "Wait, I won't let you win the game so easily! Even if you are not in good shape Jia, I can't beat you, and neither can the team that beat you!"

Without any expression or response, Fan Bizhuang shrugged and walked away.

Messi watched his back gradually fade away, gradually disappearing at the end of the player channel, and clenched his fist tightly.

On the other side, Fan Bizhuang stood still in a place where no one was around.

"Roman has revenge, how can I be behind? Hey, let's watch the second half. The decisive battle has just begun. How can I let Barcelona...disappointed!"

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