number one striker

Chapter 210 The end of the game
"Isn't the ball offside?!" Puyol pestered the referee, "Milito was offside when he hit the goal!"

Harvey and the others were also gathered there, chattering in unison.

In fact, the referee did not see clearly, but since the line referee did not raise the flag, he could only trust the judgment of his companions.

"It's a good goal, no problem." The referee ignored the protests of everyone in Barcelona and ran to the center circle.

Angelo also had the same question, he said: "The moment Caesar passed the ball, Didn't Milito seem to be offside?"

"Let's watch it in slow motion."

Although the slow motion is not particularly clear, it can be judged from the color of the turf that Milito was indeed offside.

Angelo immediately came to the spirit, he said: "This ball is a very obvious offside ball, I regret that the referee of this game will make such a major mistake."

Elisa immediately countered: "But in the first half, Milito also had a good goal that was blown away, so the pros and cons counterbalanced, and Inter Milan did not benefit much."

Taking advantage of Angelo's stunned moment, Elisa immediately changed the subject: "Ibrahimovic has been replaced! Abidal came off the bench!"

"Hey, why did they switch to a defender?" A young man in the bar asked.

The bar owner said: "Guardiola saw that Maxwell couldn't defend us, so he sent Abidal to make up the defense. In the end, he didn't expect us to score a goal. There was no time to change the substitution, so that was the only way."

"So that's the case, haha, they must be very depressed." The young man said happily.

"Leading Barcelona 3:1, which I didn't expect." Others in the bar said.

"I already knew that Mourinho was the coach who brought us back to the top! I said it last year! Well, I was right."

"I remember you yelling at Mourinho last year, saying that as long as he is in power, you won't watch Inter Milan games."

"Yes, is it?"

The Inter Milan fans in the entire city of Milan relaxed, leading Barcelona 3:1 at home, and they have already grasped the initiative to advance.

Guardiola's face was very ugly. He wanted to make up for the gap behind Maxwell, but Messi made a mistake and directly caused the team to lose the ball.

Barcelona's on-the-spot counter-robbery is well-known all over the world, but it was set aside by Inter Milan.

The 3:1 result made Mourinho very satisfied, and he allowed the team to resume the defensive strategy of the first half.And Barcelona saw that Caesar and Eto'o had both taken it back, and decided to give it a go to see if they could save an away goal.

Without Ibrahimovic in the middle, Messi feels that he has a lot more space.But correspondingly, Samuel and Lucio can free up their hands to deal with him.

"Messi dribbles laterally! Lucio gets in front of him! Messi passes to Pedro! Runs into the box by himself!"

"Pedro went straight! Maicon got stuck in the direction of Messi! Messi and Maicon were entangled! Maicon fell to the ground! He covered his face in pain and we saw blood oozing out!"

"You despicable short melon! Do you hit someone if you can't kick?!" Lucio could see clearly that Messi hit his teammate in the face when he was fighting for position with Maicon.Lucio didn't care whether he did it on purpose or not, he just scolded him when he went up.

"What did you say?"

Messi also exploded, after all, Lucio said that sensitive word.

Lucio, who was leading the score, didn't mind yelling at Messi, but the latter was quickly pulled away by Harvey.

Maicon's nose was broken by Messi, and the nosebleed was flowing.

"Inter Milan substitutions! Chivu replaced Maicon, who performed well in this game!"

Without Maicon, Zanetti was restrained by Messi again, and Inter Milan lost the source of power in the backcourt.

No way, they could only fight back completely, leaving Milito in front to wait for the opportunity.

In the 76th minute of the game, Milito and Pique fell to the ground and sprained their feet while fighting for a header.

No way, Mourinho quickly called Balotelli back and let him go into battle.

"After going up, you must control the high-altitude ball and cooperate with your teammates! When Harvey and the others are holding the ball by your side, you harass them, and don't let them play the ball comfortably." Faria said tirelessly.

"I know, I know." Balotelli said impatiently.

As a result, as soon as he came on the field, the kid took a lob shot 40 meters away after receiving a pass from Eto'o.

Although Valdés was in the front position, he hadn't reached that point yet, and he took the ball off easily.

Caesar, who quickly stepped in from the left, yelled: "Shooting just a minute after coming up?! Can you do it!"

Mourinho also slumped on his seat helplessly, not wanting to speak.

Fortunately, Barcelona is becoming less and less able to play due to physical reasons, and their offense is on the downside most of the time.And Inter Milan also called gold to withdraw, and the two teams went to the 90th minute.

"The game is over! After 90 minutes of competition! Inter Milan defeated Barcelona 3:1! Take the lead in the two rounds of competition! A week later, they will play the final game at Camp Nou! Will Inter Milan continue their good form and continue to advance, or will Barcelona defend their honor and reach the final for the second consecutive year? Let us wait and see!!"

"Huh, it's finally over." Caesar took off his clothes and put them on his shoulders. The camera was right on him, and Eliza feasted her eyes.

"Hey."

Caesar turned around, but it was Messi.

"I'm waiting for you at the Nou Camp." Messi said in English, after all, Caesar could not understand Spanish.

"Okay." Caesar thought that Messi would take the initiative to exchange jerseys with him, but he just left with such a sentence, which made him a little disappointed.

"Messi!"

The Argentine turned his head, and a black guy wearing a mohawk handed over his jersey. It was Balotelli.

Messi nodded, took off his clothes and handed them over.

As a result, Balotelli did not pick up.

"What are you doing?" he asked back.

"Isn't it an exchange of jerseys?" Messi was a little confused.

"Whoever wants to exchange with you, I want you to see my name clearly. This is the name of the best player in history. Remember it well." Balotelli said boldly.

Messi froze for a moment, then laughed.

"Okay, I remember."

"Okay, you can go." Balotelli nodded in satisfaction, and put on his clothes again.

As a result, there was a layer of lining inside the Inter Milan jersey, and Balotelli suddenly couldn't figure out how to wear it.

"What kind of broken jersey!" Balotelli didn't put it on for a long time, and threw the clothes on the ground angrily.

"Yeah, torn jersey." Caesar came over and stepped on his name slowly.

"Roll!!" Balotelli quickly picked up the jersey and touched it with heartache.

(End of this chapter)