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Chapter 356 Puyol

Chapter 356 Puyol

After nine 10 minutes of the game, the referee blew his whistle and the score was fixed at 6:1.

This is a score that no one could have imagined before the game. Even the most optimistic fans of the small town can only hope that their team can win, but let Barcelona swallow six bullets in a row and lose with a gap of five goals. There is no difference from dreaming.

The opponent is not a cat or a dog, and the opponent is not an underdog. This is Barcelona, ​​one of the two super giants in La Liga, and the top giants in European and even world football!

It’s good to win, after all, the tigers also have a nap, but such a big victory that can be called a "slaughter", not to mention that Barcelona fans can't accept it, even fans who support Villarreal feel that it is not enough reality.

But this is reality!

The bright red score caught everyone's eyes. For Barcelona fans, it was so dazzling, but for small town fans, it was ecstatic.

From the moment the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the cheers and roars of the Love Song Stadium never stopped, and everyone was immersed in the ocean of joy. If this is a dream, then such a beautiful dream, everyone is willing to deeply Stuck in it, unwilling to wake up.

"It was an incredible night! It was also a dream night! Before the game, most people were optimistic about Barcelona, ​​which is not surprising, because the opponent is Barcelona, ​​​​one of the strongest teams in the world! I am afraid the most powerful team in the world. The loyal and most die-hard fans in the small town can only imagine a small victory for the team at most. But the fact is that we won, and we beat the invincible Catalan team with six goals in an extremely powerful way!"

"This is a night that belongs to the small town! This is also a night that belongs to Pellegrini. Of course, it also belongs to Riquelme, belongs to Thomason, and belongs to every member of the team..."

"What I want to say is that this is Fan's revenge! Yes, Fan won! Our king won! He buried Barcelona's dream of the league title this season with three goals, and also with these three goals. Goals buried his past! From today on, our king has completely imprinted the small town, he belongs here, as for Barcelona, ​​he has always been just a passer-by!"

"I believe that while the fans of Barcelona are resenting Fan at this moment, they may also have regrets in their hearts, but the past is over. Fan is destined to be a piece of jade that they can't get! Fan said before the game that he waited for this day He has been waiting for too long, he doesn't want to prove how great he is, he just wants to get back what he lost!"

"He did it!"

The fans were having a carnival, the commentators were also chattering about summarizing and praising, and Alsace was screaming and yelling excitedly.

The Villarreal players also carnivaled on the court.

Franchi put on his upper body, holding the jersey in his hands, cheering and shaking; Cazorla jumped and shouted with his fists; Josico and several teammates expressed their gratitude to the fans present; Diego Lopez He punched and shouted at the stands of the visiting fans. He was born in the Castilla youth academy in Madrid. He was born to be a staunch Madridist. There is nothing that makes him more excited than beating Barcelona...

Fan Bizhuang and Riquelme stood side by side, watching teammates and coaches carnival, the two looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

"We won, Van."

Riquelme turned around, spoke softly, and then opened his arms.

"Yeah, we won. It had nothing to do with the championship, but I felt like I won the world."

Fan Bizhuang nodded in response, also opened his arms, and hugged his friend tightly.

Two people who have had bad experiences in Barcelona, ​​in their own way, with such a victory, bid farewell to the past completely.

"Actually, I don't hate them for a long time. There is nothing to hate. Football is like this. It's either victory or failure, happiness or loss. Just try to chase victory." Let go of his arms, Rickel Mei said with emotion, "It's really relaxing, the wish is over, it's time to prepare for another wish."

Fan Bizhuang understood the meaning of the other party's words. Riquelme was worried that the resentment in his heart would continue to accumulate, and comforted himself to let it go. He smiled and did not take up this topic. Instead, he was interested in another topic: " Another wish? What wish?"

Riquelme did not answer directly, but looked at him: "Fan, do you think we will go to Europe next season?"

Fan Bizhuang froze for a moment, then nodded in understanding, with an indescribably bright and confident smile on his face: "Of course, we will go, and it will definitely not be for soy sauce!"

Riquelme smiled, smiling so freely.

Fan Bizhuang also smiled, equally carefree.

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"Fan, congratulations on winning this game! 6-1, man, that's an unbelievable scoreline, honestly, I can't even dream of such a scoreline. Can you talk about How do you feel right now?"

"Successful revenge, and successful revenge in such a strong way, do you have anything to say, Fan?"

"After the goal, your celebration is full of provocation for Barcelona fans. May I ask Fan, are you not worried that the league will punish this after the game? Or, is it a kind of decisiveness for the old club? Insufficient respect?"

"From today, Van, I think you will be one of the most unpopular people in Catalonia. What do you think about that?"

"Fan! Fan..."

As soon as he stepped off the court, Fan Bizhuang was chased and intercepted by many media reporters. Fan Bizhuang kept a cold face and remained silent. He pushed through the crowd and declined to be interviewed.

His character has always been daring to love and hate, and he can say whatever he wants. It is not an exaggeration to describe him as "big mouth".But at this moment, he didn't have any interest in speaking. He defeated the team that made him feel uncomfortable in his memory. He felt that he should be happy, but he just didn't want to talk anymore, especially after seeing Barcelona He couldn't even bring up any interest in the resentful and angry eyes and expressions of the players when they left.

Of course not out of fear, nor out of sympathy, just don't want to, that's all.

"The reporters are annoying, aren't they?"

When he walked into the player tunnel, Fan Bizhuang stopped, and someone was waiting for him right in front of him.

It is Barcelona's captain Puyol, not only him, but beside him, there are also Messi and Bojan, two of his old acquaintances.

Fan Bizhuang didn't express anything, but just looked at the three of them fixedly, guessing their intention of waiting here.

Express anger?Or, to reprimand him to express their indignation at themselves as "Judas"?

"Reporters have always been like this. Whoever wins and who performs better, they will surround them like flies." When Fan Bizhuang was thinking, Puyol spoke again. He smiled, but it seemed A bit reluctant, it seems that the team lost by a big score, and the hope of catching up with the leader Real Madrid is gradually slimming, which makes him not in a good mood, "Of course, you should get used to it, after all, you are the best rookie of the season .Although the season is not over yet, no one would disagree with this point."

Fan Bizhuang didn't know whether the Barcelona captain's compliment was sincere or sarcasm, and he was not interested in knowing, so he nodded and got ready to leave.

"Don't you want to say something, Fan?!"

Messi suddenly spoke out, his tone was heavy, with a hint of anger in his low voice.

Fan Bizhuang paused, and looked at him strangely: "I can understand your feelings when you lose, but what I'm curious about is that I don't know what I should say. I'm just a professional player and I should be myself." Just something to do."

"you……"

This reason is very strong, so strong that Messi, including Bojan and Puyol, are speechless.

Indeed, from a competitive point of view, Fan Bizhuang's approach is understandable. Professional players must go all out and use every minute of hard work to be worthy of every euro cent salary they get.But is this really the case?Is Fan Bizhuang really going all out for the word "profession"?If it was not driven by "hatred" in his heart, only a fool would believe it.

Messi opened his mouth, but finally said nothing, just gave Fan Bizhuang a bitter look, turned around and left.

Bo Yang also left. He suddenly felt that Fan Bizhuang was very strange. Although he was also very strange in the past, he was not as indifferent as he is now, so indifferent that people can't get close to him.

"Next time, we will defeat you! I will defeat you too! We will return all the humiliation you have imposed on us!"

These are the "ruthless words" Bo Yang said before leaving.

Fan Bizhuang rubbed his nose and smiled.No matter how you look at this scene, it is a bit like the plot in TV. When the villains are beaten away by the protagonist, they will speak harshly, the green hills will not change, the green water will flow forever, and we will see each other in the rivers and lakes.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care, he looked at Puyol, waiting for the Barcelona captain's words.

"It's good to be young, passionate and energetic." Puyol sighed like this. Obviously, this sentence was not to praise Fan Bizhuang, but to the two young players who left.

Fan Bizhuang didn't say anything.

Puyol didn't say any more, he took off his jersey and handed it over: "I just want to exchange jerseys. After all, you were once a member of La Masia, maybe we can't fight side by side in the future, but at least... ..."

Puyol shook the jersey in his hand: "Just take it as a souvenir."

(End of this chapter)