Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

"Damn it, it's Lindy!"

"Stop him!"

Vilanova on the sidelines only had time to shout these two sentences, and saw that the football had already flown into the net.

The outstretched arm of the goalkeeper Valdés was still frozen in mid-air, completely turning into a background board.

Everyone in the restricted area seemed to only hear the roar of an engine, and a huge shadow gliding past their heads.

Immediately afterwards, the entire stadium seemed to be bombed, and the cheers pierced the sky!

"The roc rises with the same wind in one day, and it soars ninety thousand miles!"

Lao Zhan was so excited that his voice was trembling. After shouting this sentence, there seemed to be another sentence brewing in his throat:

"Boom 20, cruising Catalonia!"

Too vivid!

This was the first reaction in the minds of Huaxia fans in front of the TV.

That absolute stagnation in the air is like a H-20 cruising at an altitude of [-] meters, and the extremely powerful head hammer is a bombing that ignores any defense!

What could be more exciting?

The kops who came with the team even roared and took off their shirts one after another, as if that was the only way to vent their emotions.

Sitting among a group of shirtless men, Shelp felt that it was difficult for him to breathe.

Lindy's series of performances just now made him a little at a loss, and the current situation seems to be even worse.

Because there are a lot of fierce eyes watching him, especially the bald man on his left, with a figure over 2 meters tall, and the patterns of skulls and demons all over his body are even more frightening.

Just as he was trembling, he heard a terrifying voice: "Why don't you celebrate?"

? !

What is why don't I celebrate?

Brother, I'm obviously wearing Messi's jersey?

Are you really not joking?

Shelp slowly turned his head in horror to look at the bald giant on the left, and swallowed unconsciously.

He didn't need to look, he knew how unnatural the smile on his face was.

"Huh? Do you have a problem with Liverpool? Or Lindy?" The bald giant stared, and a murderous look gradually pervaded.

And the two people in front of him also turned their heads and looked at Shelp with a grinning grin.

The latter shrank his neck, not knowing what to do: "I...I...not..."

"Oh? It seems that you have a problem with me? Huh??" The bald giant stepped on the seat and looked down at Shelp.

"No...I...no..." He looked at the two security personnel on the other side as if asking for help.

One of them was about to go to see what happened, but was stopped by his colleagues: "This is a lunatic, wearing a Barcelona jersey among a group of Anglo-Saxons, what do you care about him?"

The man thought for a while and thought it made sense, so the two turned their heads to look at the other side, ignoring Sherp's eyes asking for help.

"me..."

Halfway through speaking, Shelp felt a slap on the back of his head, and his whole person instantly became a bird of fright.

He didn't know where the popcorn in his hand was thrown. He immediately hugged his head with his hands, squatted down and curled up into a ball: "Don't hit me, please, don't hit me."

Shelp has already regretted why he coveted this opportunity to watch Messi's game.

Why accept the tickets that Lindy gave him, why?

"Boy, take off your jersey now and join the celebration and you might save your life." A gentle voice sounded in his ears, and Shelp seemed to hear the salvation mass.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

In a panic, he desperately wanted to take off his jersey, but the more he tried to take off the jersey, the more it stuck on him.

"Hey, let me help you."

After a terrifying voice, "Hiss~"

Shelp felt a chill on his back, and the tight clothes were being held in his hands, and the man in front of him smiled grimly and took the beloved jersey that had been cherished for a long time from his hand.

"Laugh, dance, aren't you happy? Liverpool scored, aren't you happy?"

The expression on Shelp's face was even more embarrassing than crying. He raised his hands tremblingly, and the tears had already flowed down from his eyes.

With the laughter of the crowd, it seemed that his ordeal was over.

Liverpool's celebration on the field was also coming to an end. Lindy returned to his own half after hugging Dalglish and his teammates on the bench.

Where is this?

Now that you're here, you have to do something to go back.

Messi looked at Lindy's back just now, a little absent-minded, but soon he was full of fighting spirit.

He patted Harvey: "Give me the ball later."

Then, leaving the other side with a back view, Iniesta walked to Harvey's side: "Have you noticed that something is wrong with Lionel since he was drawn to Liverpool?"

"Oh, it's nothing more than the competitive spirit of young people."

Xavi looked at Messi's back, thinking that if he took over Barcelona after retiring in the future, would this kid still be here? ?

"No, he didn't have that kind of excitement when he faced the Portuguese kid, but when facing Lindy, I felt that he had an idea that he had to win."

Harvey frowned and looked at Iniesta, who gave him a positive expression.

"Must win?" he repeated.

Then let me see, where can you go?

Just thinking about it, Harvey followed Messi's back and moved forward slowly.

Behind them, the Barcelona players seem to have stepped forward, which made the noisy stadium become a little silent in an instant.

People seem to realize something.

Lindy was still talking with Gerrard over there, and the Barcelona players came forward under the leadership of Messi.

He felt that the Messi in front of him was a little different from the guy who greeted him before the game.

Lindy seemed to feel that only the guy in front of him could create the miracle of over 120 goals in a single season.

Messi placed the ball in the middle circle and slowly raised his head to look at Lindy.

And Lindy also seemed to sense something, and looked at Messi.

The two face each other

At this moment, the voice of the entire Camp Nou seemed to disappear, and the whole world was left to Lindy and Messi.

"I won't let you win this game!"

"You can try, but I hope you don't get your hopes up."

In the blink of an eye, the air between the two seemed to freeze. The players on both sides and the fans at the scene looked at the two of them facing each other.

This invisible gunpowder smell is simply addictive, after only a second.

Whether it was the scene or the fans in front of the TV, they all started to shout crazily.

They heard the horn of the decisive battle.

They saw the thunder of war.

They are looking forward to the duel between the two.

The Battle of Catalonia has reached its climax!

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