[Football] Crown of Thorns

Furtado found Gama at the corner not far from the visiting team's locker room.

Or because he hadn't gotten over the emotion just now, Jia Ma's face was obviously irritated.

A staff member was watching from a distance, probably thinking that the visiting team's players came here because of the imminent competition.

Furtado, who sighed helplessly, walked to Jia Ma, "What are you looking at?"

Gama didn't look at him, his eyes were fixed on the pattern on the arm of the tunnel wall, which had portraits of Barcelona players and some photos from the past.

"That's Cruyff."

Furtado followed Gama's gaze, looked at the picture, and said.

Even though he knew that Furtado was trying to find something to say, Jia Ma still couldn't hold back, "I know."

"I thought according to your temper, you'd say it's none of my business."

"……Hey!"

"Is not it?"

Furtado smiled brightly, "You haven't always been able to bear it. You pretended to be relaxed and cheerful and kept it in your heart without saying anything. Why, you can't help it."

"install!"

Jia Ma turned his head helplessly, "What exactly do you want to say?"

"I just want to say that you should express your anger at ordinary times, and don't make such a big move before the game!"

Furtado smiled.

Gama rolled his eyes, "Bullshit!"

"Don't speak foul language, it doesn't fit your image too much."

Furtado hehe, "If old Tiha knew you were so vulgar, he would definitely yell and say that you hurt him."

"...I'm just a poor fisherman's child, and I haven't even read much. How can I have such an elegant and noble temperament?"

Gama continued to roll his eyes.

Pfft, Jia Ma's self-deprecating tone made Furtado laugh, "This question is probably what you said, mainly because of the face!"

After laughing, Furtado approached Gama and put his arms around his shoulders, "Dude, the game is about to begin."

After two seconds of silence, Gama sighed, "...I see."

Leaning shoulders and shoulders together, they walked towards the visiting team's lounge. Furtado whispered to Gama, and suddenly raised his brows, "Look, Messi!"

Gama turned his head to the side, and at the corner on the other side, there were several people walking around. That familiar appearance to the whole world was Messi.

King Basa's head drooped slightly, he was thinking about something there, wearing slippers on his feet, walked over, and then walked over.

Gama and Furtado stood here, constantly looking at the King of Barcelona over there.

"It doesn't look like he's in a good mood?"

Furtado and Gama bit their ears.

Jia Ma thought for a while, "There's nothing wrong with it. They had bloodbathed their opponents in two consecutive games with big scores."

His answer made Furtado's lips curl up, "You guy, didn't you notice what happened in April?"

"What happened? Messi?"

"Well, you didn't read the newspaper?"

Gama tilted his head, "In April, Messi accepted an exclusive interview with "4"."

Since "442" is the most professional sports magazine in the UK (there is no one), Gama was also invited to be interviewed by his family before, but it was his first time in the Premier League at that time, and the content of his interview was only published. On page four of the magazine.

Of course, the interview with King Messi is the cover plus the front page.

Gama had ordered 442, so of course he knew.

This time, Furtado looked even more helpless, "I mean, have you read the Spanish media reports?"

"Did not notice."

I don't even read the British tabloids much, so I don't have the time to read Spanish newspapers.

Furtadomo said, "...the British newspaper also published it."

"What's the matter?"

Gama was bored.

"There was a news in the "Marca". A Spanish left-wing politician Alberto Garzón accused Messi of tax evasion, saying that in Spain, as long as you are called Messi, you don't have to go to jail for tax evasion!"

After saying this, Furtado saw Gama wink and asked him, "Has Messi's tax evasion case been resolved a few years ago?"

"Well, Messi's tax case in 2013 was settled after Messi and his business team paid back 500 million euros in taxes and interest. The Spanish court acquitted Messi. However, from the Spanish politician's proposal last month After the topic of this case has not come to an end, Spain has begun to pursue Messi's tax-related case..." Furtado shrugged, "So, I guess Messi's recent life is not very easy."

"What's wrong with him, he's the king of Barcelona."

Gama pouted.

"Then who knows, Messi's image has been damaged a lot anyway."

"Okay, so what, it's none of our business! Okay, let's go back!"

After chatting about the gossip, Jia Ma, who was in a better mood, shouldered Furtado, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to have grown any longer."

Furtado, who was exposed by Gama, was very indignant, "I'm not short!"

"Hehe~~~"

Jia Ma chuckled twice, "Okay, okay, you're not short."

"Let me tell you Xiko, you are really getting more and more outrageous now, your mouth is so poisonous, you can easily lose a friend like me..."

They came to the door of the locker room, just in time to run into the Red Army coach Rodgers who was about to enter.

"Shiko."

Rogers glanced at Gama, "Go out for a walk?"

"Well, I participated in the club culture inside the Camp Nou stadium, which is quite good."

Gama replied with a smile.

Furtado glanced at Jia Ma, and opened the door first, "Mr. is here."

He said to his teammates in the room.

Rogers walked in, and he seemed to be in a relaxed mood, "How do you feel, are you ready?"

His question made the locker room quiet for a second, and then he seemed suffocated after Gama showed up.

Rogers, who felt something was wrong, looked around suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing sir."

Gerrard glanced at Gama and said to the coach with a smile.

Rogers looked at the players in the room strangely. He felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere inside, but he didn't know why—could it be because of the game?

"About today's game, let me say something again..."

After Rogers talked about the starting lineup again-the starting lineup had been determined before, but after the warm-up, it still needs to be finalized before the game-and calmed down the emotions of the players, Rogers left.

The time before the game should be left to the players themselves, especially if the captain may have something to say.

Seeing the coach and his assistant go out together, Gerrard winked, Torres stood up with a smile, took the initiative to walk to the door, and leaned against the door panel.

"Shiko!"

Gerald yelled.

Gama, who had been quietly sitting on the chair since he came in, raised his head, "Steven."

"It's like this. We discussed it just now. What you said is reasonable because we didn't consider it carefully. You are under so much pressure..."

"No, let me tell you!"

Gama got up and interrupted Gerrard, "I said before that I want to win the championship, and I am serious. Maybe it is because this makes me a little bit psychologically stressed, and I can't control my emotions. Said Come to think of it, if you say that you don’t want the championship, I don’t think you think so. Maybe some people just think that our strength is possible... But football is round, and no one can be sure that we can’t win! Think about that year Istanbul..."

(Milan Luanjin: You are enough! Why does Mao use me as the background every time!!!)

…………

The game is about to start, the players have already stood at the entrance of the passage, and the referee team in front has also stood up, waiting to play.

The referee for this game is Gianluca Rocchi from Italy. This Italian has a thin face and looks like a rather stern person.

Gerrard in front was whispering something to Suarez, tsk tsk, look at that playboy.

Gama stood in the middle of the team, glanced at the referee in front of him and Gerrard who was chatting, and still wanted to shout this to Tomei.

Then Gama looked at Messi, who was thinking about something with his head down. No matter how Gama laughed at the ugly Barcelona jerseys before, to be honest, no matter how ugly their home team is today, it is worse than when they warmed up. The rose red training suit she wore looked good.

Anyway, I don't like the pink jersey, well, only Simon (Mignolet) likes it.

"Ha ha……"

Beside him, Furtado, who heard Jia Ma muttering softly, let out a few hecks, and his reaction made Jia Ma stare at him.

Furtado leaned into Gamar's ear and whispered, "Cristiano likes rose red very much. His jersey shoes and daily clothes, hehe, have you forgotten, there are other things," his voice was full of Full of 'maliciousness', "Don't forget, the national team's training uniforms this year include rose red in addition to tender green, and~" Furtado emphasized, "The jerseys also have rose red. Hehehe~~~"

Gama: ┳＿┳

Gama: Damn it!Who is Nike's jersey designer?Stand up for me and see if I don't beat you to death! ! !

…………

The theme song of the UEFA Champions League sounded in the sky above the stadium. The fluttering singing and the intense rhythm indicated that the game was about to begin.

"Hello, audience friends, this is the Nou Camp Stadium. We are broadcasting live the 2014-15 UEFA Champions League semi-final, the first leg match between Barcelona and Liverpool. Now, let me read it again, both sides start..."

The starting list of both sides:

Barcelona (433):

Goalkeeper: 1-Ter Stegen;

Defenders: 22-Alves, 3-Pique, 14- Mascherano, 18-Alba;

Midfield: 4-Rakitic, 5-Busquets, 8-Iniesta;

Forwards: 10-Messi, 9-Suarez, 11-Neymar.

Liverpool (433):

Goalkeeper: 22-Mignolet;

Defender: 37-Stecoll, 5-Furtado, 4-Toure, 2-Glenn Johnson;

Midfield: 8-Gerrard, 10-Dagama, 24-Joe Allen;

Forwards: 7-Torres, 15-Sturridge, 29-Borini.

…………

"The game is about to start, the first kick-off is..."

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PS: Originally, the referee for this match was Clattenburg from England. Because I wrote about Liverpool and Barcelona, ​​I had to replace him. ^_^