number one striker

Chapter 369 We and Basa are a piece of shit!
"This game is really worth watching!"

"Yeah, yeah! It's already 2-0 in the first half, and there are a few more goals in the second half."

During the half-time break, Barcelona fans talked excitedly about the first half that had just ended.Because the frontcourt players were too excited to rush, there was a problem with Atletico Madrid's frontcourt connection. Giving Barcelona this opportunity is tantamount to suicide.

If it weren't for Godin's two saves in front of the goal and Courtois' brave performance, I'm afraid Atletico Madrid would definitely be behind by more than two goals.

Everyone looked confused. When Messi rewritten the score to 2:0, Costa was even walking in Barcelona's half, waiting for a pass from the backcourt.

Simeone has been sitting on the bench to rest until the referee blew the halftime whistle, and he walked to the locker room without looking back.

Compared with the happy appearance of the Barcelona players, the Atletico Madrid players who were fluttering after the start of the season all lowered their heads and walked quickly into the player channel.

Caesar was the last to come in. He got two chances in the first half, but Valdez was in excellent form and blocked both of his shots.

The locker room was quiet, Simeone was busy doing something with his back to everyone, and the others were silent with their heads sullen.

Boggs watched all this with cold eyes. He knew that Simeone was brewing a storm, a storm that could change the players' mentality.

"Oh? Our heroes are back?" Simeone looked back and said in a sarcastic tone.

A few players who performed poorly in the first half shrank their necks. Are they going to be scolded?
"Everyone is looking at this." Simeone tapped on the tactical board and posted a few photos on it.

Caesar looked up, and he didn't know which club's room of honor was full of trophies.

"This is Barcelona's room of honor. Look, there are Champions League, La Liga, Copa del Rey, and Club World Cup trophies. It's full. There's no room to turn around." Simeone poked the photo, "You can search for these things on the Internet without any effort."

Cork actually Googled where he was with his mobile phone. After searching, he happily held up his mobile phone to show everyone: "Look, the boss really searched it from the Internet, it's exactly the same."

Simeone nodded and continued: "Then do you know what I found when I Googled 'Atletico Madrid Hall of Honor'?"

After a moment of silence, Cork's mobile phone had no traffic, so he had to wait for Simeone to announce the answer.

"Nothing." Simeone spread his hands and repeated: "Nothing. Maybe the team has too few trophies, maybe no one posted it on the Internet. After all, there is nothing good about an empty room of honor."

He looked at everyone who was a little confused, and asked, "Kork, why do you think I should tell you this?"

Cork thought for a while, and said to himself: "The boss wants us to work hard from now on and try to catch up with Barcelona, ​​right?"

Simeone said: "You are right, but that's not what I want to express."

He looked around, took a deep breath, and yelled with all his strength: "What I want to say is that we and Basabi are a piece of shit!!"

The saliva sprayed on Costa's face opposite, he wiped his face hastily, and watched Simeone go crazy there with some surprise.

"Whether it was in the past! Or now! Compared with Barcelona, ​​we are a piece of shit! They are nobles! What about us?! No honor! No history! Even the fucking coach is the kind who is sprayed with shit!"

"Do you know what the scariest thing in the world is? It's shit that doesn't know it's shit! It's shit that wins a few games and then thinks it's not shit!"

These words scolded everyone bloody, and made those players who accepted the contract because of the team's good record, filmed the advertisement, and didn't focus on playing football bow their heads.

"Look at these! Look at you again!" Simeone hammered the tactical board hard, "These things can turn you from shit to human! Not those shit vanity and commercial endorsements! Those things will only make you Bigger, smellier, more fucking shit!!"

"Only by putting your mind on the game! Can you win! Can you win the championship! Can we fill up our empty room of honor that is as miserable as your old mother's chicken yard! It depends on fighting! Go running! Go kick the ball! Go lower your stance and fuck them! Use your teeth! Crawl on the ground! Use any part of your body to fight!"

"Tell me! Do you want to become a bigger shit! Or use 2000% of your strength to kill those high-ranking nobles! Snatch all the champions from them?!"

Godin squeezed his fingers, looked at the players who were excited by Simeone's words, and said to Simeone: "Boss, what's the point?"

"Very good! You bunch of shit, come here! Let me tell you how to turn shit into a human!"

In the locker room of the home team, the Barcelona players were talking and laughing. The score of 2:0 allowed them to sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, and even wanted to open a few bottles of champagne to celebrate.

Messi, who scored two goals in this game, rubbed his left foot, where Vidal stepped on it, and now it hurts a bit.

"Leo, are your feet okay?"

Guardiola's heart ached when Messi was injured and fell to the ground. Xiaobai was not there. If Messi was also injured, the team would have a hard time playing.

Messi shrugged and said, "It's okay, you can still persist."

"You must not force yourself. Compared with your legs, this game is nothing."

Guardiola explained a few more words before he was relieved. Atletico Madrid in this game is a bit strange. Their three lines are always out of touch. If it weren't for everyone's poor shooting luck, the score would have been more than 2:0.

At the beginning of the second half, he attacked with all his strength and solved Atletico Madrid in one breath.

Rudy is still the commentator for this game. He has done a good job in the last few games. Many people said on the Internet that Rudy's commentary is full of passion and quite objective. This also makes Rudy who has just started his commentary work very happy.

Rudy was born in Barcelona and is a diehard Spaniard fan. He doesn't have much affection for Barcelona.Before the start of the game, I thought that Atletico Madrid would teach Barcelona a lesson, but the result surprised Rudy. It can only be said that Atletico Madrid was lucky not to be beaten.

Alas, I hope that Atletico Madrid will concede another goal in the second half and stop letting the hateful Barcelona be proud.

"Okay! The second half of the game begins! Neither side made substitutions and adjustments. The Barcelona players who were leading at halftime looked very relaxed, while the Atletico Madrid players who were behind looked serious. Let's see what kind of experience the two teams will bring to the audience in the second half."

(End of this chapter)