number one striker

Chapter 203 Volcano did a good job
"What the hell? Take the bus there? Are you crazy?"

After the derby with the Spaniard, the Barcelona team is staying in the locker room to rest.Originally, they were very unhappy when the game was tied and the lead was reduced to only 1 point. As a result, they heard even more unhappy news soon.

Ibrahimovic's eyes widened with an incredulous expression.

Guardiola frowned and said: "I also just learned this news. Because of the impact of the volcanic ash caused by the Icelandic volcanic eruption, all flights from Barcelona to Milan have been cancelled. We must take the bus to Cannes, France tomorrow afternoon, and then take the bus to Milan after a night of rest. It is the best solution that can be thought of so far. Everyone must overcome this difficulty."

"What the hell?" Maxwell threw his clothes on the ground a little annoyed, "What a fart, the schedule is already intensive, and I don't have enough rest."

"You don't have to come." Alves said angrily.

"What did you say?" Maxwell immediately stood up and questioned his fellow Brazilians.

"I said you don't have to come!" Alves said not to be outdone.

This season, Barcelona's dressing room is even more chaotic. Guardiola thought that everything would be fine after sending Eto'o away, but he didn't expect the newcomer Ibrahimovic to be even worse.

Maxwell has a very good personal relationship with him, and Ibrahimovic did not play a big role under his own hands, which directly caused Maxwell to be passive and sabotage.

If it weren't for Abidal's physical illness, he wouldn't want to take this Ibrahimovic boy to Milan.

"Okay, okay, no matter what the quarrel, we are winning anyway. We are already different from the first half of the season. Inter Milan don't want to win us again." Pique said carelessly.

"It's so decided! Gather at the gate of the training base at 1:[-] pm tomorrow, don't be late!" Guardiola signaled the end of the topic, and he didn't want to dwell on this kind of thing for too long.

Tired of travel and away games, this game has obviously become a lot more difficult.

Guardiola frowned and left alone. He needed to think carefully about how to gain an advantage in an absolutely unfavorable situation.

"Alves said that this can't change the result of the game at all, and the better team will win." Muntari looked at the newspaper and snorted, "Very well, I'd like to see how much more effective they can be."

"It's a bad way to say it, but I think the eruption helped us," Thornton said.

"Mere Barcelona, ​​what are you afraid of, I'm Balotelli." Just as Balotelli was about to say something, Caesar stuffed a whole pineapple into his mouth.

"I read the news that Abidal is injured, and Maxwell may be the starting left back. How about this guy, Eto'o should be able to deal with him." Caesar said while eating a banana.

Muntari said: "He was still with us last season, and he just moved to Barcelona in the summer. This guy has good offensive ability and rash defense, which can be used. By the way, he seems to be good friends with Ibrahimovic. Wherever Ibrahimovic is, he will go there."

"It's because of this that I don't like him. Gays are gay." Balotelli finally pulled out the pineapple, and his mouth grew bigger.

"Gentlemen! Here I come!"

The people who had been waiting at Muntari's home for a long time finally arrived at Materazzi and Eto'o. Muntari scolded: "We have been waiting for a long time, have you brought the goods?"

"Bring it." Materazzi shook the disc in his hand, "Freshly baked, high quality."

"Hurry up!" Balotelli said impatiently.

Thornton picked up the potato chips, and everyone looked at them intently.

"!@#￥%...&*"

A burst of incomprehensible words came from the TV, and then the picture came out, which was the game between Barcelona and Espanyol.

"The coach said he didn't want to see us after the training session, so he asked me to bring it here." Materazzi took a sip of ice water. "He said that Barcelona's lineup in this game will probably be the lineup against us in the next game. Let's think about how to break their offense."

Balotelli looked at this and that, all focused.

"Didn't you say to watch the game?!" Balotelli asked for leave from the training session today, so he didn't know the task of reviewing the video arranged by Mourinho.

"It's watching the ball, isn't this the ball?" Muntari asked.

"What the fuck are you?" Balotelli looked depressed, "If I had known it, I wouldn't have come."

Caesar turned back and said, "I suggest that the head coach let everyone write an afterthought. If you don't write it, hehehe, you will know the consequences."

"You guys." Balotelli wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Damn! Messi is too strong, who can stop him."

"Pique is too rambunctious, write it down, you need to pay attention."

"Maxwell is a big colander, hahaha, let's see how I kill him suddenly!"

While Barcelona set off, Mourinho was giving lessons to the players.

"Andres Iniesta is injured, which is good news for us. As long as the connection between Xavi and Messi is blocked, we can take the initiative. So you."

Balotelli fell asleep after listening to it. Mourinho talked for more than an hour on "how to block the connection between Xavi and Messi", which shows that he attaches great importance to this game.

And the players of Inter Milan listened very seriously, and they discussed it from time to time to improve their tactics.

Inter Milan has made all kinds of preparations, and the Barcelona players finally arrived in Milan.

"Damn!! It's finally here!!!" Maxwell and Ibrahimovic got out of the car at the same time, and the Brazilian stretched his waist.

The reporters waiting there surrounded him, and Guardiola stayed very patiently for interviews.

Leonardo caught Guardiola, while Zhang Yu ran to interview Messi.

"Will traveling and traveling have a big impact on you?"

Messi said succinctly: "No."

"What are your thoughts on this game?"

"Win."

"Are you confident?"

"Have."

Zhang Yubai glanced at Messi, this guy has no interest at all.

Ibrahimovic and Maxwell walked into the hotel. Zlatan didn't look happy at all. The space in the bus was too small. His whole leg was numb when he was so tall.

There is a large shopping mall just opposite the hotel where the Barcelona team stayed. On the fifth floor, by the window of the cafe, Caesar sat with Muntari and Balotelli.

"You look very tired." Muntari pressed his face against the window, "Look at Harvey, he's shaking when he walks."

"Hey, isn't that great. In the first round, we must establish an advantage and attack them hard." Caesar took a sip of his coffee.

Balotelli went to molested the waitress girl, without any sense of mission as a spy.

(End of this chapter)