number one striker

Chapter 213 Still Red Card!

Ibrahimovic's jersey being torn is just the epitome of this fierce game, and the actions of the two teams after the opening are a bit big.

Barcelona used 120% of their strength to attack, and Inter Milan had to pay more physical strength than the previous game to defend them.

Ibrahimovic went to the sidelines to change his clothes, and Vilanova said to him: "Inter Milan will definitely hide and defend, so you tell them to transfer the ball to your head as much as possible, and suppress them with headers."

Ibrahimovic is not good at heading, but he doesn't want to lose either.

"I see."

Barcelona's substitute goalkeeper Pinto was sorting out his pigtails. He turned his head to look, but saw a strange figure behind Ibrahimovic and Vilanova.

"Hey, hey, hey! There are spies!!" Pinto ran out without braiding, and he saw clearly that the player behind Ibrahimovic was Balotelli.

It was only then that Mourinho noticed that Balotelli ran to the bench, and he didn't react for a while.

"Will you wear a jersey? Do you want me to help you?" The enthusiastic Balotelli saw Ibrahimovic standing there holding the jersey, looking at a loss, so he ran over to help.

But Ibrahimovic was listening to Vilanova's tactical arrangements and had no time to wear the jersey.

"Go away!" Ibrahimovic watched the pair of black hands approaching, stepped back and said disgustedly.

Balotelli persisted: "Come on, come on, there's nothing to be ashamed of, I'll help you."

"Get out of here!!!"

A favorable hand pinched Balotelli's ear and Materazzi pulled him back.

"Jose, isn't he the spy you sent here?" Guardiola asked with a half-smile.

Mourinho shrugged: "Your tactics are known to the whole world, is it necessary to eavesdrop?"

"What did you say?!" Pinto, Thiago, Henry and others surrounded them. .

And the poor fourth official had no idea what was going on.

Why did the benches of the two teams suddenly clash? !

Seeing that Mourinho was in danger, Inter Milan's substitute, not to be outdone, also rushed up.

The referee noticed this, and quickly stopped the game and ran over.

"Nothing, it's just that our players are in the wrong position." Mourinho quibbled.

And Henry shouted loudly: "Shouldn't he be sent off? This is a serious cross-border behavior!"

"The old guy who is about to retire just sits there obediently, so as not to suffer from osteoporosis and geriatric diseases." Mourinho said harshly.

"You!" Henry glared, he was no match for Mourinho in terms of lip service.

"Please pay attention to the game! This is a live broadcast that attracts worldwide attention. Please pay attention to your words and deeds!" Although the referee didn't know what happened, they each played 50 boards to calm down.

Despite the protests of the Barcelona players, the referee restarted the game.

Guardiola pouted at Mourinho, and Mourinho walked back with a "hum".

This small episode did not ease the tension of the game, but made the players of the two teams even more tense.

"Messi breaks through with the ball! Chivu, who is in danger, is blocking him! Zanetti and Chivu cut Messi's ball! Sneijder goes straight! Caesar counterattacks! Oops! Millito's accurate prediction! Stopped Caesar!"

"Xavi and Busquets cooperated continuously! Sneijder and Milito were exhausted! They couldn't grab the ball at all! Listen to the cheers of the Nou Camp! This is the charm of artistic football!"

"Cesar kicks the kick! Milito stops it! Pique pushes him down!"

"Messi came to the right! He and Pedro made a small cooperation! Maicon is defending Messi! Brazilian vs. Argentine! Messi breaks through! Blocked by Maicon! The two fell out of bounds!"

The radio on the sidelines clearly recorded the sound of Maicon hitting the billboard. Motta hurried over and saw Messi hugging Maicon at the end.

"Macon! Are you all right!"

Mota helped Maicon to his feet. It seemed that the guy fell hard and was hugging his right shoulder and moaning in pain.

"Damn it!" Mourinho hurriedly urged the team doctor to run forward, while Motta was excitedly reasoning with Messi who stood up.

"The ball has gone out of bounds! Why are you still holding him!" Motta's saliva flew onto Messi's face.

"What about your mother?!" Before Messi could speak, Busquets rushed out to stand up for his teammates.

"Okay, okay, Jose wants you to concentrate! Leave it to me, Maicon, and you guys do your best to defend!" The team doctor kept moving his hands and was still yelling.

Motta and Busquets exchanged glances, turned and walked away.

"Thiago." Caesar ran over and grabbed Mota's shoulders, "Be careful with Busquets."

"I know, this kid is still capable." Mota nodded.

"No, what I mean is..." Caesar hesitated for a moment, and said tactfully, "Try to keep as little contact with Busquets as possible in these few minutes, this guy may be bad for you."

"Kicking?" Mota frowned, "How do you know?"

"I" Caesar can't say that I came from time travel, knowing that Busquets is about to stage an epic performance, right?
"Anyway, you just stay away from him." Caesar didn't dare to talk too much, after all, because of his arrival, the world is changing little by little.

What if Busquets hadn't acted and Motta hadn't been sent off?

Mota shrugged, how is this guy so godlike.

"After treatment, Maicon reappeared! The Nou Camp gave the loudest boo! They think Maicon is delaying time!"

"How?" Caesar asked, taking advantage of the throw-in.

"It's okay, I can persist." Maicon frowned.

"Caesar throws the ball out of bounds! Maicon stops the ball and makes a mistake! Pedro counterattacks with the ball!"

"You still say it's okay?!" Caesar quickly chased after Maicon, passing by Maicon like the wind.Pedro didn't expect Caesar to be so fast, and he poked the ball away from behind.

"I'm relieved to have you here!" Maicon hurried to the side, leaving space for Caesar to sprint.It's a pity that Pedro pursued all the way and overthrew Caesar.

"Pedro fouled! The referee showed a yellow card without hesitation!! This is a good opportunity for Inter Milan to counterattack, Pedro's yellow card is no problem!"

Caesar lay on the ground for a while, until the referee told him not to waste time, but to stand up quickly.

"Who delayed." Caesar muttered, and Sneijder gave the ball the other way.

Oops!

Seems like this is the time, right?

Caesar looked up, and Motta was controlling the ball with his back to Busquets.

Don't make a move!
Motta wanted to raise his hand to block Busquets.

But when he thought of Caesar's advice, he finally held back, smashed the ball and walked back.

No foul?

No foul!

Well done Thiago!

Caesar looked at Busquets as if he had given up chasing, and let out a long breath.

The biggest crisis has been lifted, and it seems that today will be a good result.

"Dudududu!!!"

"Motta fouled! He raised his hand and knocked down Busquets who was chasing him! The Barcelona players complained that it was a malicious foul! The referee directly showed a red card! My God! Motta was sent off!!"

(End of this chapter)