green showman

Chapter 549 Freshly Baked Battle Declaration
"Tick! Tick!"

"Di..."

Two short and one long whistles sounded for the end of the game.

"Congratulations to Schalke 04, they are the first to get tickets to Wembley Stadium!"

On the pitch, the Schalke 04 players are celebrating unscrupulously, with countless dazzling flashes flashing around them. At this moment, they are the protagonists of the Old Trafford stadium... Even the boos from the stands are still loud!
"If we say that the Chinese players shine in the audience, they will definitely not be blamed!" Zhan Jun commented after the game, "Sun Wu sent a pass and a shot and created a penalty kick, and Hao Junmin opened the scoring first , and participated in the offense of the second ball and the fifth ball."

"They are all excellent, of course the most outstanding is Sun Wu." Zhang Lu said with a smile: "He is the MVP of this game, and he deserves it!"

"After the opening, Schalke 04 stood still and Manchester United once had the advantage, but then Schalke 04 made changes and personnel changes. Firmino played the midfielder, Sun Wu played the striker, and Rakitic withdrew after a guest appearance. Waist, and Jones' position premise made a big commotion, and Schalke 04's high pressing scored two goals immediately."

"Although Manchester United once equalized the total score, Schalke 04 scored another goal and entered the halftime break. In the second half, Rangnick chose to defend and counterattack. Sun Wu sent an exquisite assist. Raul's single-handed goal defeated Manchester United's hopes."

"In terms of tactical selection and player performance, Schalke 04 has undisputedly suppressed Manchester United. They entered the final, as it should be!"

"So far, players from the three countries in East Asia have not played in the Champions League final, and Park Ji-sung did not play in the 2008 final." Zhang Lu said with a smile: "Hao Junmin may come off the bench, but Sun Wu will definitely start."

"Let us congratulate Schalke 04, and congratulations to Sun Wu and Hao Junmin. The final is half a month away, and they can enjoy the glory first. For a club without a glorious European history, the league title is in hand and they have scored Champions League final, this is already a great honor!"

Sun Wu did not rush to the visiting team stand with his teammates, but found an angry guy.

"Paul?"

Scholes turned his head and looked at the Chinese, hesitating for a moment before taking off his jersey and throwing it over, "If you didn't flop, I think I would like you!"

"The Portuguese flopped first." Sun Wu shrugged, "In this regard... I never take the initiative!"

Scholes was so choked that he had nothing to say, Phil Jones who came over was impolite, and punched him hard, "Don't let me touch you on the court next time!"

Sun Wu didn't hide in a "magnanimous" way, and only cried out in pain: "Phil, you are so unfriendly, offending me... you will suffer!"

Scholes didn't bother to pay attention to the pair, and walked into the player tunnel on his own, while Phil Jones stared at Sun Wu, "I'm afraid of you!?"

"No." Sun Wu said honestly: "But... When I was still in Blackburn, let me think about what you said at that time..."

"Where am I going?"

"Chelsea or Liverpool... Manchester United? No no no, I don't like Manchester United!"

"Phil, Phil? Am I not mistaken?"

Phil Jones's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he reached out to cover Sun Wu's laughing mouth, and the other hand grabbed the guy's neck...

……

office in Barcelona.

"Six goals, hehe." Torrent curled his lips, "In terms of offense alone, Schalke 6 is really good, whether it is an on-the-spot attack after a high position press, or a defensive counterattack, but in any case, the most important thing is It's Best."

"Not bad." Guardiola rubbed his chin and nodded in agreement, "He has such a level...but in the final, Schalke 04 probably won't use a high position to press."

"Of course!" Torrent said with a smile: "Schalke 04 can't compare with Barcelona in terms of ball possession. If they choose to press high, the game will be much easier."

"Langnick is not that stupid, and Best is a member of the coaching staff!" Guardiola turned his head and glanced at Patrick, "What do you think?"

Patrick hesitated for a moment before saying: "Josep...I think, there is something I have to tell you, but to be honest, I really didn't expect Best to reach the final and still play against us...although we haven't played yet. second round."

Before Guardiola said anything, Torrent asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

"It happened a few years ago. At that time, Best was doing recovery training in La Masia. In a commercial performance, Best played temporarily as a substitute for more than ten minutes. Before the game was over, Louis asked me for someone." Patrick spread his hands, "I said yes...but that night, Best refused and went to Wolfsburg two days later."

Guardiola leaned back in his chair, "Continue."

"I asked him why he didn't go to the Barcelona B team..." Patrick raised his head and stared at the white ceiling, "he said, compared to entering the Barcelona B team, he performed well and walked into the Nou Camp, and Messi, Xavi, Iraq Nesta, Butzquez and Pique are fighting side by side, I hope to beat them..."

The office suddenly fell silent.

After a while, Torrent whispered quietly: "In other words, to a certain extent, Best has been preparing for this game for a long, long time..."

Guardiola touched his bald head and sighed: "No wonder he refuses to come to Barcelona..."

……

In Tossa de Mar, a beautiful seaside town not far from Barcelona, ​​Messi was at home with his girlfriend Antonella when his cell phone rang.

"Gerald, at home...huh? Twitter?"

Messi hung up the phone, got up and turned on the computer, and said with a smile: "Gerrard said... Schalke 04 entered the final, Best@我."

"Best?" Antonella also smiled, "Kristen can't wait to go to Germany every weekend."

Logging onto Twitter, the smile on Messi's face grew wider.

The photo shows Schalke 04 players celebrating and Schalke fans in the stands.

"Come on, Leon!"

"I'm waiting for you at Wembley!"

Messi is not one to verbalize his tendencies off the pitch, and he quit Twitter to open the page.

"6 to 2, the total score is 7 to 4." Messi raised his eyebrows, "It's surprising!"

Messi's status in Barcelona is very high. Although he will not be involved in club affairs because of his personality, his opinions will often become important reference opinions for the club's senior management.

As early as a year ago, when Barcelona was considering the successor of the 30-year-old Harvey, Messi mentioned the name of Sun Wu in private, but according to Pique and Busquets who have a good relationship with Sun Wu, Sun Wu did not. Don't want to come to Barcelona...

Now of course Messi understands!
The match over there has just ended, I just got the tickets for the Champions League final, and I can't even wait to get back to the dressing room, so I sent a battle declaration... You don't need to think about Messi to know why your friend refuses to come to Barcelona!
"Come on, Best!"

Messi murmured, "Last year I lost the Champions League final, this year I will never accept defeat again!"

(End of this chapter)