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"it is good!"

This answer startled Ronaldo, and he couldn't help but wonder if he really pissed Antonio off this time, otherwise the other party wouldn't even give him this bit of face.

Antonio took a panoramic view of Ronaldo's sneak peek at his expression, until then he couldn't help laughing, "I'm just kidding, but your luck is very bad today!"

"You still say! If I don't score every time, I even have the heart to eat Ter Stegen raw, okay? As a result, the ball just now... Forget it, just tell me if you blindfolded it at random ?” Ronaldo hammered Antonio’s shoulder, but this time he no longer touched his injured left shoulder.

The two talking and laughing and hugging each other seemed to have a good relationship, which made the troublemakers who were secretly poking and expecting Real Madrid's disintegration a few minutes ago instantly dumbfounded.

The words he heard at the time really made Antonio feel very angry, but after time passed, he didn't mind so much when he was immersed in the game.There are several people with bad tempers in the Real Madrid team. Sometimes there will be quarrels in training if the movements are a little louder, but overall, there are no major problems in the dressing room this season. After all, the team can win all the way They will all show a thriving state, not to mention Real Madrid, a team that values ​​victory more than anything else.

"It was indeed a random kick, and I didn't expect to get in so easily."

"I knew it, I can see it from your bewildered expression! Although it's a pity that I didn't enter, you also helped me vent my anger. You don't even know about Pique..." Speaking of Pique , Ronaldo became angry instantly, and then he beamed and began to talk about how he "retaliated" to this opponent.

"Hmm." Antonio actually didn't listen very seriously. The words that Ronaldo sprayed on him before now aroused some thoughts in him, but he couldn't figure out this kind of thing, so he asked directly "In your opinion, is there something wrong with my playing style?"

This made Ronaldo immediately nervous, "Are you still thinking about what I said before? Don't be like this, I was quite impatient at the time, and I was a little unscrupulous when I spoke."

"No, I really want to ask you if there is something wrong with me in this regard."

"Really? Then let me be honest, don't be angry!" Ronaldo glanced at Antonio cautiously, and then he relaxed after realizing that the other party was indeed asking for advice seriously, "I feel that as a striker, you lack a kind of courage The spirit of the striker. The striker can only think about the offense. As for whether the attack is good or bad, it should be left to the coach or the core midfielder to consider. You are so calm, I think it is more suitable to play the shadow striker who is a killer role, but our 4 -3-3 doesn't have a shadow forward position. Hmm...it doesn't seem to be too suitable for a shadow forward, you have a strong sense of the overall situation, and you should be able to play both the front midfielder and the back midfielder."

"Actually, it doesn't matter. You are still very young, and you are not limited to one position. When you have nothing to do, you can observe Luka more. He has a good grasp of the game's control and rhythm. Maybe learn and learn. Can he become an excellent midfielder? Doesn’t Marco’s position partially overlap with yours? He just... hey? Go back, go back, and wait for Suarez to kick off!” Before he finished speaking, he saw Most of the players of the two teams returned to their positions, and Ronaldo immediately ran back with Antonio.

Antonio was a little concerned about Ronaldo's unfinished words, but now is not the time to think about these things, so he honestly returned to the backcourt to prepare for defense.

Time has come to the present, Barcelona players with insufficient physical strength are making more and more passing mistakes. These unnecessary mistakes have helped Real Madrid win the ball again and again, but Ronaldo still failed to complete the goal of scoring. He was saved by Ter Stegen.

Lying on the ground and hugging his head, Ronaldo was a little frustrated. He tried so hard, but he still couldn't score. Is there really no so-called luck today?

While the Portuguese was still unhappy, Barcelona's counterattack had already been kicked out through Ter Stegen's big kick. Iniesta, who took the ball, immediately went straight to find Messi, but this kick The pass was too big, and the football came to Marcelo's feet-it was Real Madrid's attack again!

Isco was dribbling on the right at high speed. At this time, there were not many people left in the frontcourt of Real Madrid. Kroos and Modric all returned to the defense. The only point that could respond was Ronaldo, so the final result of this attack was only Could be nothing.

Half of the 4-minute stoppage time has passed, and Barcelona finally stabilized and played a wave of smooth cooperation.Rakitic passed the ball to Alba. Alba passed back to Suarez in an inverted triangle before Carvajal succeeded in pressing. However, Modric predicted the right path and cut the ball first. Real Madrid immediately fought fight back.

There was constant singing at the Bernabéu, and the fans were waving scarves. Everyone looked very happy. They won an important game comparable to six points while winning against their arch-enemy Barcelona. Of course, Real Madrid fans would smile.

However, this counterattack was unsuccessful. After all, the number of people in the frontcourt was too great, so the opportunity came to Barcelona again.

Roberto advanced with the ball in the backcourt at high speed, and Marcelo, who was physically exhausted to the limit, probably considered that there were still many teammates behind him, so he didn't choose to foul. In fact, he didn't have time to foul.Roberto continued to advance, and even came to the middle. At the same time, other Barcelona players in red and blue jerseys rushed up like a thousand arrows, and instantly formed a five-on-three advantage on the left.

"The right was pierced, Alba... Rodrigue blocked it in time, failed and was tricked... Another inverted triangle pass back... the middle! The middle is--Messi!"

I don't know when, Messi who was standing in the middle was ignored by others. Without any defensive pressure, he easily received the ball, and then shot directly-the ball was scored, and the score became [-]-[-].

"Absolutely equal! When we thought that Real Madrid, who had one less player, miraculously created a lore, Messi stood up! He hadn't touched football for four or five minutes before being closely guarded, but this time his The movement was very stealthy, and no one at Real Madrid noticed him. And he also accurately grasped a narrow gap opened by Roberto and Suarez, and Kroos and Navas couldn't block the shot at all!"

"The excited Messi took off his jersey directly, wow... this action, this celebration is so cool! The Bernabéu boos, the Real Madrid fans must be very painful, they thought the team would win, but the result was not. Not enjoying the last few seconds of Messi proudly displaying his jersey. Well, this celebration also earned Messi a yellow card for taking off his jersey after all. Okay, the game is over, it turned out to be a draw……"

The conceded goal at the last moment made Marcelo blame himself very much. He wiped his face, and his eyes soon turned red. Both Busquets and Rakitic walked over and hugged him.

Antonio lowered his head, stared at his toes for a while, and then squatted silently on the grass.The game was over, and exhaustion flooded him like a tide in an instant. He felt very painful, and he was still unwilling. Obviously... he was about to win!

Messi, who had shaken hands with the referee, stared at Antonio's back for a few seconds, and unknowingly took off the jersey from his shoulders.He has a shy personality and is very proud in his heart. He hardly takes the initiative to ask others to exchange jerseys. There are only two times when he can't help himself. Idol Aimar.And now, Messi has once again thought of exchanging jerseys.

"Are you ok?"

A hand suddenly appeared in front of Antonio, it was Suarez.

"Too big a blow? I thought your ability to resist pressure would be very strong. After all, your team is Real Madrid." Seeing Antonio holding his hand, Suarez smiled and pulled him up.

Antonio shook his head and said thank you softly.

"Do you want to exchange jerseys? This time I want to collect yours!" Suarez remembered the scene when the brown-haired young man in front of him came to him with an embarrassed face last season and tentatively asked if he could exchange jerseys. In just one season, the opponent has grown to such a high level.

"Okay." Antonio didn't really want to talk, he just wanted to find a place to stay quietly for a while.

After all, they belonged to two hostile camps, and the consolation also made people feel that there was an element of showing off, so Suarez touched his nose and didn't say anything more.

Messi, who watched this scene from a distance, put his jersey back on his shoulders, and then he shook hands and hugged Modric who walked past him and then walked back.

There was no sign of Ronaldo on the field, so it is estimated that he returned directly to the locker room. Except for a few people who were stopped by the reporters in the mixed interview area, all other Real Madrid players returned to the player tunnel, even if the team did not lose.

In fact, a draw is completely acceptable for Real Madrid, which has one less game, but lost the victory within easy reach. The huge psychological gap is indeed a big blow to these players.

Antonio sat in a daze in his seat. There were many people in the locker room, but it was very quiet.

The buzzing sound was not too loud, but the vibration of the closet had already been transmitted through the back. Antonio stood up, opened the closet door and took out his cell phone.

There are calls, but more are text messages. Just as Antonio picked up his phone, a call happened to come in-from the current Liverpool coach Klopp.

"Good evening, Antonio, did I disturb you?"

"Good evening, Mr. Klopp." Antonio closed the door of the dressing room, and then leaned against the wall of the corridor. His voice was a little low, and he didn't even know why he answered the call. Could it be because of the recent paragraph? The time to discuss with Klopp about tactics, formations and training priorities has made him a habit?

The author has something to say: I did a part-time job today, so the update is relatively late

Ah, the game is finally finished