“…”

“…”

“…”

Camp Nou stands are covered with clouds.

No one would believe the score would be 5:2 and the total score would be 9:5.

The most tragic Barcelona tragedy in history happened, and it was only the first half.

Barcelona's biggest score loss in the Champions League was the 1994 Champions League final, when they lost 0:4 to A Milan, and then 0:4 to Dynamo Kiev in 1997.

That was a matter of more than ten or twenty years ago, but the team's strength at that time was incomparable to today.

And it's at home!

“I…I…I…I…I…”

Many Barcelona fans can no longer speak, and they lose the ball one after another, and they can't even breathe!

"We're cursed,"

"We are absolutely cursed."

"God……"

Some fans immediately roared angrily:

"Fake the ball! This is definitely a fake ball!"

"This situation cannot happen. The bastards on the field must have collected money from Spinach Company, otherwise they would not have been beaten like this. They all seemed to have been caught in evil. How could they make so many mistakes? It is absolutely impossible!"

"Alaba, Pique, Mathieu, it's normal that there is no one on the defense line. Messi is also walking."

"Enrique is also making a fool of himself. It's fine when he throws the first ball, but what did he do when he throws the second ball?"

"I couldn't hear him at the third, fourth and fifth place, and neither did Harvey, as the captain on the field."

"Where is Messi, he has been silent and has not responded."

"well!"

No one can understand what happened. Anyway, five goals appeared in nine minutes. Dong Fangzhuo scored five goals alone, and staged the craziest scene.

These five goals also allowed Dong Fangzhuo to tie Luo on the Champions League scorer list.

He even caught up with him without participating in the group stage. What a crazy behavior...

Every Barcelona man just wants to die at this moment, but he doesn't know how those Barcelona players on the court feel.

When Manchester United players celebrated, Messi and others just put their hands on their hips and stood there, numb.

"How can I chase 2:5? Chasing 4 goals in a row? It's not impossible. Now it's Dong Fangzhuo's 5 goals in a row. It's not impossible to chase 4 goals in a row. But in the current state of Dong Fangzhuo and Manchester United, will Dong Fangzhuo continue to score? Barcelona has no hope."

"The goal won't stop. I feel like this is another huge game. Will it be the result of the game against Arsenal? 8:2, it's really not a dream..."

Just as Manchester United fans were celebrating, the stands were commotion, and a male middle-aged fan stepped over the billboard and rushed into the stadium frantically.

The Barcelona staff at the scene did not pay attention because they were all shocked by Dong Fangzhuo's five goals.

So when the fan rushed to Dong Fangzhuo, everyone discovered it.

However, a crazier scene appeared. I thought the fan was angry and wanted to beat Barcelona players, but it turned out to be a Manchester United player.

Click,

The fan knelt on his knees and then knelt down in front of Dong Fangzhuo, with his expression and movements quite pious.

"god,"

"You are God,"

"You are the God of Football!"

The camera immediately pointed at him.

"This fan got up."

"Is he treating Dong Fangzhuo as the god of football?"

"Worship!"

"That's right, Dong Fangzhuo is now a god, and he can afford to kneel down like this."

Because of the fan's crazy actions, Manchester United fans at the scene also cheered.

“king!”

“king!”

“king!”

The voice resounded throughout the sky, and at this time it had become Manchester United's home court. No matter how many Barcelona had, it would make no sense.

The staff entered the field and dragged the Manchester United fan out before the game was restored.

The referee gave Barcelona a lot of face and didn't even have stoppage time to whistle the end of the first half.

This was a very heavy first half, and Barcelona would walk out of the stadium with their heads hanging down. They were weak and seemed to be heavy every step they took, just as if the whole game had ended.

They don't believe that miracles will happen again.

It's over, everything is over.

“Champagne,”

"I want to drive champagne!"

In the away locker room, I don’t know who suddenly shouted.

"Oh, man, it can't be like this now. We are not a Milan!"

"This will anger them!"

"Yes, I just want to irritate them, we're going to keep scoring."

"this……"

Manchester United teammates searched for who said this, but when they saw that it was Dong Fangzhuo.

"Ah, Dong. You're too crazy. It's really not good to do this." Carrick rolled his eyes.

"What if they lose in a hurry and come down at our feet? Let's keep a low profile!"

"Carrik is right, we should continue to keep a low profile. Remember Istanbul..."

"We haven't advanced to the finals yet."

"You are all right, but we are not careless, but we are going to irritate them. We are going to continue scoring goals, we are going to score more goals!"

"They will definitely resist wildly, so let's put them out completely!"

“…”

Dong Fangzhuo's voice was too loud, and his words were indeed heard by Barcelona players in the home locker room.

The originally depressed face instantly became angry.

"asshole!"

"asshole!"

"asshole!"

Mascherano's anger was ignited instantly, and he was the first to get angry.

If the old captain Puyol was here, he would probably be even more furious.

Manchester United have bullied to this extent!

In addition to Harvey, who had always been silent, the muscles on his face continued to tremble and twist.

"We want to destroy him!"

"We must destroy him!"

"Even if we lose, we can't let them be so arrogant!"

Busquets roared heartbrokenly.

The team's ace Messi walked into the bathroom, unscrewed the faucet, and threw the water on his face frantically, then stuffed his head under the faucet, soaked in the water for nearly a minute before he raised his head again.

Looking at the hideous self in the mirror, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't cry!

Frustrated, annoyed, angry, and unwilling to be written all on his face.

He did it alone!

He really did it!

Why can't I do it!

No, I can do it too!

Walking out of the locker room again, Enrique was already roaring there.

However, did this roar come too late? Messi didn't listen to a word.

He was the only one left in his mind. Under the current circumstances, he did not trust his teammates. He felt that only he could solve the problem, just like Dong Fangzhuo did just now.
Chapter completed!