number one striker

Chapter 212 I hate them

The singing of Barcelona fans echoed over the Nou Camp. They shook the entire stadium and announced to the world that this is the great Nou Camp.

"The flag of Blaugrana al vent is flying high, blue and purple are its colors

Un crit valent team is fighting bravely

Tenim un nom, el sap tothom let us shout its name

Bara! Bara! Baaara! Barcelona!Barcelona!Barcelona! "

"Do you think Barcelona's team song is like Altman?" Caesar asked Balotelli while warming up. The kid listened carefully and said, "It's a bit similar, but it's not as good as AC Milan's team song."

"What the hell!" Caesar kicked over, "Go to AC Milan and forget it!"

Mourinho and Faria are discussing tactics, but there is nothing to say. Mourinho has already set up a net, waiting for the Barcelona players to get in.

However, at this moment, an accident happened.

What everyone didn't expect was that Eto'o stepped on the pit when he stopped the ball, and fell to the ground with a scream on the spot.

"What's the matter?" Caesar hurried over, and Zanetti was already calling Mourinho.

Seeing Eto'o's painful expression, Mourinho's heart "thumped".

"The game is about to start! Players from the two teams are ready and waiting in the tunnel! We can see that Barcelona's home court has become a sea of ​​red and blue, and everyone is holding a piece of cardboard belonging to Barcelona's colors! It's very spectacular!"

"Although the game has not yet started, Inter Milan has lost a general! Eto'o was accidentally injured during the warm-up! Inter Milan had to replace Chivu! It is a big sacrifice to change players! Let us see how Inter Milan responds!"

Looking at the tank cap in front, Caesar frowned.

Eto'o's injury made everyone unexpected. Originally, Mourinho wanted to continue the tactics of the previous game. The two of them ran up and down, defending and counterattacking.

Now that Eto'o is not here, Mourinho temporarily changed his tactics and let him and Milito get it done.

Damn, how to kick this!

Caesar really had no idea.

"Players enter the field! Compared with the previous confrontation! Both teams have carried out a small rotation! Barcelona replaced the suspended Puyol and the underperforming Maxwell with Yaya Toure and Millito! Inter Milan sent Chivu as the left back and Zanetti went to the midfield! The formation changed to 4-3-1-2!"

"It doesn't matter, as long as Caesar is still there, we still have the ability to fight back." Faria comforted Mourinho, and Mourinho in a suit leaned back on the chair without saying a word.

Eto'o, with an ice pack wrapped around his ankle, looked at the court with regret.

How much he wanted to prove himself at Camp Nou, to prove that Eto'o could still charge forward, but unfortunately he lost this opportunity.

And Inter Milan's bench also sat a big man who made the Nou Camp very unwelcome, the former Barcelona core, Real Madrid general, Golden Globe Award and World Player of the Year winner, Luis Figo.

After he retired last year, he chose to stay at Inter Milan as the club's ambassador.

This time, he also personally came down to supervise the battle.After all, Inter Milan has not reached the Champions League final for 38 years, and this game must not be missed.

Caesar and Milito stood in front of the ball, both of them looked solemn.

"Do a good job of defense first." Milito whispered.

"Ok!"

"The game begins! Inter Milan will attack first!"

Eto'o was not there, Caesar stood on the right side of the team.Although he is a right-footed player, he is not good at playing on the right.

He prefers to get close to the goal rather than create crosses and create chances for his teammates.

In this game Caesar faced Millito, Diego Milito's younger brother.

Maxwell was beaten by Eto'o in the last game, and today he can only sit on the bench honestly.

"Caesar breaks through! He passes Maicon back! Barça pushes up!"

At the beginning of the game, Barcelona players actively invested in defense. After all, they are behind now.

But to be honest, the Barcelona players were not convinced by the last defeat.

Especially Pique, he even said in the face of the media that "to make Inter Milan players hate professional football".

Ibrahimovic also said that when he returns to Camp Nou, he will beat Inter Milan 4:0.

They believe that the team did not lose to Inter Milan, but to the referee and the volcanic ash.

Not only that, Barcelona fans are more radical.

On the night when Inter Milan arrived in Barcelona, ​​Caesar heard loud beating sounds outside, and some people even sang with loudspeakers, which made the noise endless.

"What the hell are these?!" Balotelli, who was in the same room as Caesar, went to the window and looked at the group of men in black in surprise.

"Eat shit! Inter Milan!"

"Fuck you motherfuckers!" The side window was also open, and it was Muntari who was yelling.

The rest of the guests didn't dare to speak at all, and shrank their heads in the room, trembling.

Mourinho immediately called the police, but after 3 hours, the Barcelona police arrived late.

There are indications that the entire Barcelona is not convinced from top to bottom, and wants to pay back to the players of Inter Milan.

So at the beginning of the game, they put on a winning posture.

Maicon was forced to do nothing, so he kicked indiscriminately and gave up the attack.

Loud boos at Camp Nou, they were jeering Maicon.

Are you scared?This panicked?

Look at it, this is the end of being an enemy of Barcelona!
"Diego." Caesar said blankly.

"What's wrong?" Milito turned around.

"I've never hated a team so much until now that I'm in this."

In the face of Pique's provocation, Caesar was not angry; in the face of fans' harassment, Caesar was not angry.

Barcelona is a century-old giant, the last champion, and the well-deserved king of Europe.

Caesar knew all this.

But what he didn't know was that a team was so stingy, and a city was so stingy.

"We must win! I must make them look good!" Caesar clenched his fists.

"Calm down, that's the enemy's goal." Milito patted Caesar on the shoulder, who smiled, "Don't worry, the more excited I am, the better I will perform."

"You two come back quickly! Stop messing around there!" Sneijder hurriedly greeted Caesar and Milito, and Barcelona attacked.

"Pedro receives the ball from the left! Caesar is helping him!"

"Keita responds! Give it again! Pedro inserts into the penalty area! Maicon blocks in front! Pedro cuts in! Another dunk! Maicon is swayed!"

The Nou Camp's voice became louder and louder, but it was a pity that Messi's shot was thrown out by Cesar.

"Don't panic! Take your time!" Cesar encouraged his teammates, and behind him were tens of thousands of angry Barcelona fans.

"Go home, Brazilian!"

"We are the champions! You bastards!"

Harvey corner kick, Lucio and Ibrahimovic together.

Both of them fell to the ground, and there was a huge sound in the stadium.

"The referee didn't call a foul!" Elisa explained to the fans in the studio in Italy. She said in embarrassment: "Ibrahimovic's clothes were torn by Lucio, and the referee upheld the original verdict!"

(End of this chapter)