This is a very ordinary bar. The voice of the commentator came from the TV on the shelf. The competition has reached a white-hot stage, which can be felt from the commentator's machine gun-like speaking speed.

"AC Milan's counterattack, Seidorf, he continued to dribble the ball, attracted the attention of Barcelona players - passing the ball - Pirlo - great pass - oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

"The referee's whistle sounded, and he ran over and pointed to the penalty spot, and indeed pointed to the penalty spot!"

"However, he did not show Valdes a red card, not even a yellow card. Zhang Yang got up. He was negotiating with referee Hayeris. This was asking for a card. Obviously, Zhang Yang was applying for a red card for Valdes. However, the referee did not seem to have the intention to play cards - no no no no! He played cards, and he showed a yellow card to protest Zhang Yang! It's really he! Valdes's actions are definitely enough for at least one yellow card. Although Hayeris awarded a penalty, he showed a yellow card to protest Zhang Yang."

Zhang Yang was quite unhappy. He could have missed the goalkeeper's score directly, but he was rudely knocked down by Valdes. Although the referee awarded a penalty kick, Zhang Yang was not the team's first penalty kicker, and he would not take the initiative to grab the penalty kick. He just scored one goal in this way. It's really unhappy!

Moreover, if you directly score the ball, once and for all, there is still a risk.

In addition, what made Zhang Yang the most unhappy was that Valdes' foul action was definitely a red card action! The referee did not say anything. He just awarded a penalty.

Seeing Hayeris showing a yellow card to Zhang Yang, Ancelotti on the sidelines got furious. This time, he was not angry with Zhang Yang, but because of the referee Hayeris's penalty. You didn't give Valdes a red card or even a yellow card. That's fine, but you also showed a yellow card to the players who were protesting. This is too much!

Zhang Yang was taken away by Pirlo with a bad expression. Pirlo was afraid that Zhang Yang would be stubborn. If he continued to eat cards, it would be bad.

Kaka stood at the penalty spot. He and Pirlo are two penalty shooters in AC Milan. Although Pirlo is the first penalty shooter, this time, Kaka took the initiative to ask for a penalty.

Pirlo gave it to Kaka. He knew that it was not Kaka who wanted to grab the penalty, but Kaka had more confidence in the penalty. This penalty was very critical and the pressure was naturally not small.

The camera gave a close-up of Barcelona fans in the stands at Camp Nou Stadium. Many Barcelona fans were already desperate because if AC Milan sent this penalty in, Milan would lead Barcelona 2-1, and the total score would be 6-3. If Barcelona wants to advance, they must score three goals in the remaining game time! This is almost impossible to complete.

In the media seat, some Catalan reporters were very dissatisfied with Zhang Yang. Obviously, Zhang Yang was very unhappy in applying for a red card from referee Hayres to Valdes just now. Why? He wanted to kill all the money? He gave a penalty kick, what else do you want?

"Too much!"

"Yes, this kid is too bad."

Hearing the Catalans’ words, Italian journalists couldn’t help but say, “Peace, isn’t this a bargain?”

"Dare you dare to say that Valdes' foul action is not enough for a red card?" asked Fabio Ricardi, a reporter from Milan Sports.

The two reporters of the Daily Sports Daily who were indignantly looking up at Fabio Rikari, and their faces immediately became extremely ugly, as if they were greatly humiliated. One of them jumped up and said loudly, "The referee didn't take out the cards, which means Valdes' moves are not big. If you can do it well, this is your Zhang's fake fall?"

"What did you say?" Another Italian journalist was angry. "You dare to say it again."

Seeing the movement here, other colleagues came to dissuade them and separated them. However, the resentment between Italian journalists and their Catalan counterparts seemed to be even greater. After the game, Fabio Ricari reported the incident in the media table, which attracted Italian fans to condemn the Spaniards.

"Kaka stood at the free throw point, and he came to take the penalty. Now is the time for him to fight Valdes one-on-one. If this ball is scored, AC Milan will - Hayeris blew the whistle - Kaka - run-up - Kaka - shot - ball - in -! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! Kaka! He deceived Valdes and sent the penalty! Two to one! AC Milan will overtake the score - now, in the total score, they are ahead of Barcelona six to three! The tickets to the semi-finals are almost obtained!"

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL——KAKA——GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!”

The interviewer yelled excitedly from the TV.

What he was more excited about in front of the TV was AC Milan fans. Those who couldn't go to watch the game on site could only choose to watch the game in a crowded bar. They were so lucky that they saw this exciting scene as the first half was approaching the end of the game.

"Long live! We are the champions!"

“Beautiful job!!”

"Kaka, I love you!"

"Zhang! I love you so much-"

"Ohhhh--Are you going to propose to them?"

"If I were a woman, I would marry them both!!"

"Ah hahahaha... Zhang can make you die in ecstasy!"

Such a scene appears in the bars where all AC Milan fans gather. AC Milan is playing away and expeditioning to Barcelona. Only a few thousand AC Milan fans chose to expedition to the Iberian Peninsula. Most of the fans remained in Milan. They watched the game in various bars, cheered, cheered and shouted for the team.

At this time, Zhang Yang, who created the penalty kick and Kaka, who scored the penalty kick, became the heroes mentioned the most by fans!

"Beer! More beer! How can there be no wine at such a moment?"

"Cheers! For the semifinals!"

"Cheers! For the final champion!"

No one has been watching TV or listening to the explanation. Now everyone is drinking and announcing victory and excitement.

In the heavy rain at Camp Nou, the crazy celebration of AC Milan was finally suspended by referee Hayres forcibly interfering. The first half was not over. Barcelona still had the opportunity to attack and equalize the score. If AC Milan players continue to celebrate so unscrupulously, they will definitely be angrily complained by Barcelona players, saying that they took the opportunity to delay the game time.

Just as AC Milan players returned to the court, the fourth official also stood on the sidelines. He held up the electronic billboard high, and the numbers on it were the stoppage time in the first half of the game - one minute!

Before the break, the Barcelona only had one or two minutes to play.

What can I do in one or two minutes of game time?

Barcelona kicks off in the middle circle.

Etoo kicked the football to Messi, who dribbled the ball and broke through, over Ambrosini, and he still had to continue to pass. This time, the football was shoveled out of the sideline and Messi fell to the ground.

Deco throws the sideline ball.

After Xavi stopped the ball in his chest, he rubbed the ball to Iniesta. The latter dribbled the ball and rushed along the side. Under the pressure of Kafu, he looked for a cross. Yaya Toure headed the ball near the penalty area and hung the goal.

This time, Dida made no mistake and steadily took the ball out of the air.

Dida holds the football in her hand, holding it with one hand and waving it with the other, signaling her teammates to press forward, which is actually delaying the game time.

Sure enough, Dida then drove the ball out with a big foot, and the whistle of referee Hayres also sounded.

At the end of the first half, AC Milan scored two goals in a row and entered the halftime break with a 2-1 score.

The Barcelona players were a little frustrated in the locker room where the home team of the Camp Nou Stadium was resting. At the end of the first half, they were scored another goal by their opponents. Now, they had to score three goals in the second half to advance, which was really bad.

"Okay, don't think that lost the ball. That's powerless..." Rijkaard comforted them. "Instead of being frustrated by a finished first half, it's better to think about how we will be in the second half!" He clenched his fists and waved them in front of everyone's eyes.

"We basically took the initiative in the first half, and the rhythm of the game was under our control. That penalty... was really unexpected." Rijcard said, but was this penalty really unexpected? Rijcard saw it clearly. He knew that the referee did not show Valdes a red card, which was really Barcelona's great luck. If he was awarded a penalty and Valdes was sent off, then Barcelona would have no hope at all.

"... We must strengthen the offensive at the beginning of the second half. Our offensive advantage in the first half, but the offensive efficiency is too poor!" In the past, Rijcard would always consider some words in the locker room, and he rarely gets angry. But this time he doesn't care about anything. The rumors outside that he will definitely be dismissed have been long-standing. His days at Camp Nou have entered the countdown. In addition, Rijcard's prestige is not as good as before in the locker room. So, in fact, Rijcard is also a little tired of his days in Barcelona, ​​and he doesn't want to continue to coach in Barcelona. His biggest wish now is to lead the team to the finals of this season's Champions League, and finally win the championship trophy beautifully at Luzhniki Stadium in Moscow. He slapped the media and the troublemakers in the face, and turned around and left with two Champions League trophys during his term.

However, now, the score of one to two and the total score of three to six has made Rijkaard's expectation a luxury. However, he is unwilling to give up. He still has half a game, so he still has to give it a try.

"Etoo, your performance can be more active. There is no problem with the second half, right?"

Etoo gasped heavily and didn't want to deal with Rijcard. In Barcelona, ​​Etoo is an alternative. The conflict between him and Ronaldinho is well known to everyone, and Etoo is not good-for-kind with head coach Rijcard and Etoo. Last summer, Rijcard chose to keep Ronaldinho between Etoo and Ronaldinho and tried to sell Etoo at a good price. However, in the end, Ronaldinho did not leave and Etoo stayed in the team. Now, Etoo can't respect Rijcardo much, he has this bad temper. This season, Barcelona's performance in the league is not good, and it is inseparable from the conflicts within their team.

Hearing Rijkald criticizing his lack of activeness, Etoo was angry. He did not look up, but just kept his head muffled and said "um" and said he was fine.

Rijcard looked at the player who made him a headache. Etoo's temperament was indeed difficult to manage. He also knew the reason why Etoo's attitude towards him. However, Rijcard had to use this Cameroonian. This black star is indeed very capable of scoring goals...

"...If you can't do it, I will replace you." Rijkald said harshly with a serious expression.

Etoo grinned, saying nothing about it. Henry just glanced at him. If Rijcard replaced him, he would have to replace him.

Rijcard found himself in trouble. His players seemed to be inadequate. Rijcard began to realize that if the team's morale was not raised, even if he arranged the tactics well, he would not be able to save the team's defeat.

He stopped to explain the tactics. Since the players did not listen, it would make no sense to continue talking.

"What are you thinking?" he asked, "Although the situation is bad, we have not had hope of turning the tables. Why do I think you are no longer fighting spirit?"

No one answered his question.

Puyol opened his mouth and wanted to say something. He also felt that there was something wrong with the team's morale. Although Puyol himself knew that scoring three goals in the second half was really hopeless, but as the captain of Barcelona, ​​for the soul of the team, he reminded himself that he would never give up and compromise.

Before Puyor could speak, Rijkaard continued to explode.

"When do you think it's now?!" Rijkaard, who was a little angry, couldn't help but raise his voice. "Now is the time for life and death! There are still forty-five minutes. The game will end! You have already admitted defeat in advance? This championship is our last hope of this season! In another forty-five minutes, if you are eliminated, this season will be empty!"

He slammed the table suddenly, and the sound made everyone look up.

"You all gave up, right? The difference between the three goals makes you cowardly, right?" Rijkaard's volume is still rising. "You are satisfied just by entering the quarterfinals and third place in the league? But I don't agree!! Do you think you are playing for me? Bastard! I know, now I'm saying that I won't be your coach after the end of the season! Let me tell the truth. No matter whether I win this championship in the end, I will not continue to coach Barcelona! I can pat my butt and leave. With my current qualifications, I will be able to find a new job soon, but what about you! You still have to stay in Barcelona to play!

Ball! Even if some people are going to transfer, what do you think others will say? Say you are cowards! You just play half a game and surrender! You will bear this shame for the rest of your life! Until you retire! It is not scary to be eliminated! However, without the courage to fight, you will fail in such a shame is the most terrible thing! Do you still want to give up? Do you still think like this?! Who still thinks like this! Tell me that he doesn't have the courage to fight! Then get out! I don't want such a player! The fans outside don't agree!!" The angry Rijkald threw off his suit and pointed at the door and roared, scaring everyone.

"They pay to watch the game, they support you, they regard you as heroes! They love you!" Rijkald kicked the door panel, "In the second half, are you going to die like a bear, or fight like a man, you choose your own choice!"

After saying this, Rijkald threw the locker room with a bang. He was about to walk away, and he was so angry.

Puyol finally stood up. He said, "Sorry, coach. No one here wants to give up the game. We won't give up the battle!" He turned around and pointed at his teammate behind him, and someone was nodding.

"Yes. We won't give up. There are still 45 minutes left. Even if it's a little possible, we have to work hard." The team's deputy captain, Xavi, also expressed his opinion on behalf of the team.

OK, now the problem is solved.

"Then be more energetic. Take it out and fight!" Seeing the two bigwigs of the team stand up and express their opinions, Rijkald's tone improved and began to explain the tactics used in the second half to the players.

Barcelona's second half tactics have only one core: offense, offense, offense!

In the visiting team locker room at Camp Nou Stadium.

"Fuck!" The sound of ghoulish howling sounds came from the shower room.

"What's wrong?" Captain Maldini asked loudly.

"There is no hot water!" Zhang Yang shouted.

Maldini was stunned.

Zhang Yang was interviewed by the media just now when he passed the mixed area, so he was the last one to return to the locker room. Therefore, he was the last one to take a shower. In the rain, his whole body was cold. If he didn't take a hot shower, he would catch a cold.

It was okay for everyone to take a shower just now, but I didn’t expect that there was no hot water when Zhang Yang took a shower.

"Is it still limited to hot water in Barcelona?" Ambrosini said angrily.

"I'll negotiate with them." Assistant coach Tasotti was very angry.

Of course, Zhang Yang couldn't wait until Tasotti was about to come to hot water. He wiped his body quickly, changed into a jersey, put on his coat, and walked out.

"It's okay!"
To be continued...