number one striker

Chapter 216
"Xavi has the ball on the outside! They can't get in through the center! Give it to the right! Alves cross! It was destroyed by Caesar!"

"Tactical corner! Messi crosses! Lucio destroys the ball!"

"Barcelona is still controlling the perimeter! Give it to Hefferen on the left! Stepped on the bicycle twice! Failed to pass! Forced cross! Still not good! Barcelona has no high point!"

Mourinho is not worried about Barcelona's high-altitude ball. After all, most of their players are not tall, so how could they beat Samuel and Lucio.

"Let Toure and Keita go up and play high-altitude balls." Vilanova and Guardiola nervously discussed tactics. Guardiola's face was ugly. He, a coach who believes in ground coordination and short pass penetration, was forced to only play high-altitude balls. I have to say that Mourinho's defense is too good.

This is still a situation where there is one less player. What if Motta was not sent off?

Guardiola didn't dare to think about it.

Inter Milan was surrounded by Barcelona. From Hefferen on the left to Harvey in the middle, Messi retreating to Alves on the right, Pique had already entered the penalty area, ready to fight for the header.

Barcelona is not without a chance, but Hefferen forced a low pass in the middle, and Bojan missed the point; Messi made a 45° cross from the left wing, and Bojan was crooked.

These wasted opportunities kill time and make Barcelona players gradually fall into despair.

Is Inter Milan's defense really impenetrable?
When it's Inter Milan's turn to attack, Cesar will kick the ball out and let Milito and Caesar grab it.

It's a pity that the two of them had no intention of attacking, and their opponents tried their best to shovel, so they were also afraid of getting hurt.

"The game came to 80 minutes! This is Barcelona's last chance!"

"Inter Milan substitution! Milito is replaced by Cordoba!"

"Keep an eye on Pique and push that guy out for me." Mourinho pulled Cordoba over and over again, and the short central defender nodded.

Pique no longer returned to defense, and he played the role of bridgehead in the middle.Keita was also inserted between the two lines of Inter Milan in an attempt to create confusion.

The 6-3-0 formation, while weird, did work.

Just a moment's slack would destroy the steel city wall. Cordoba, who had just played, hadn't entered the state yet, and was slapped by Pique.

"Messi receives the ball in the middle! Cambiasso is defending him! Messi throws the ball to Xavi! Xavi is left unattended!"

This position originally belonged to Milito, but Milito went down, and the defense here has not yet been explained clearly.

Thus, Harvey gained a precious second.

For a second, he was unattended.

"Harvey goes straight! Pique enters the penalty area!"

Cordoba was still hesitating whether to go up and press Xavi, but the ball was passed behind him.

He looked back in horror, and Pique had already rushed to Cesar.

"Pique hit the goal! No! It's a spike! He turned around and smashed the ball, shaking Cesar and Cordoba!"

"Turn around and fight again!"

"The goal has been scored! Pique helped the team get back a goal!"

The Nou Camp was completely boiling, and everyone tried their best to jump and cheer, and convey their voices to the players' ears.

here you go!
We still have a chance!

After scoring the goal, Piqué immediately ran back. Along the way, he loudly encouraged his teammates: "Don't give up! There is only one goal left!"

Guardiola couldn't see any joy on his face. Before the equalizer, he had no reason to be happy.

Mourinho cursed Cordoba under his breath, but stepped forward to encourage the players.

"There is still a goal advantage! Don't worry! Stabilize your mentality!"

"Jose, there is still one substitution." Faria reminded, and Mourinho thought for a while: "Call Mariga back."

"Barcelona's morale is like a rainbow! They see the hope of advancing!"

"Hefflen pass! Xavi hits the goal! Cesar holds the ball!"

"The Camp Nou fans are booing Cesar, the Inter Milan goalkeeper is unmoved!"

Caesar walked forward, his body was not tired when defending, but his heart was too tired.

He is always worried about whether the team will lose the ball, and what to do if he makes a mistake.

"If we score another goal." Caesar shook his head, forget it, and do a good job of defense.

"Messi wiped out Cambiasso! Take it again! Hit the goal! Cesar saved the day again!"

The game entered stoppage time, and the fourth official raised the "4" sign.

Camp Nou fans wish the game would never end, but now there are only 4 minutes!
"Substitute, replace Caesar." As soon as Mourinho turned his head and said to Faria, an astonishing accident occurred in the stadium.

"Pique passes to Keita! Lucio clears! Kicks Keita! Bounces back into the box! Bojan catches the ball! Goal!! Goal! Oh my God! Bojan killed the game!!"

"Bang!" An old man in a bar in Milan City fell to the ground on the spot, foaming at the mouth.

"It's over!" Mourinho opened his eyes wide in disbelief, how could this be!
"Handball! He stopped with his hand!"

Just when the Barcelona players were about to celebrate wildly, Lucio was applauding the referee to thank him.

Looking at the referee again, he waved his hands to signal that the goal was invalid.

"Ah, it's a handball! Keita's handball! The ball is invalid!"

"what--!"

The old man who fell to the ground just now rolled over when he heard this sentence.

"Scared me to death! I thought I was going to die!!" The old man coughed continuously, and he scared the bar owner quite a bit.

No time to wrestle with the referee, Harvey reorganizes the attack, they only have a few minutes!

"Get out!" Samuel cleared the ball with his feet. Hefferen was about to send the ball out of bounds, but he saw that Inter Milan was about to make a substitution.

Caesar walked down unsteadily, the Barcelona players pushed and pulled along the way, Caesar was not in a hurry.

"Come on! Only a few minutes left!"

He and Mariga high-fived, then stood on the sidelines and waited.

Mourinho patted his head: "Good job."

"Let's talk about it after the game is over." Caesar took a sip of water.

"Alves' cross! Lucio makes a clearance! Barcelona's corner!"

"It's a tactical corner kick again! Start again! It still doesn't work! Inter Milan almost surrounded the goal!"

"1 minutes left!"

"Messi sprints! Passes Cambiasso! Passes Chivu! Zanetti breaks his ball! Bigfoot clears!"

"Valdes is coming up too! Alves is back! Mariga makes a header!"

"Dududu!!"

"The game is over! The game is over! Let's congratulate Inter Milan!!" Eliza's sharp voice resounded through the bars along with the cheers of Inter Milan fans.

Cambiasso, Chivu and others were exhausted and collapsed to the ground. At the end of the game, they seemed to be drained of strength, so they could only raise their hands to celebrate.

Caesar, Balotelli and Milito rushed into the field and hugged their teammates.

"We won! We finally won! It's so fucking difficult!" Maicon even cried with joy, hugging Mariga.

And the biggest hero of the game, Mourinho, he held his right index finger high and rushed into the Nou Camp.

"Hurry up! Follow him!"

The clever photographer followed him long ago, and Mourinho ran wildly to celebrate, like a proud general, like the king of the world!

He rushed to the other end of the field and looked coldly at the Nou Camp fans.

An angry Valdez was about to accuse Mourinho, but they were blocked by Faria.

Faria knew that this was Mourinho's most glorious and proud moment, and he did not allow anyone to disturb Mourinho.

The madman proudly despises Camp Nou, at this moment, he is Barcelona's biggest nightmare!

(End of this chapter)