Since getting up in the morning, Messi has felt that today is a little unusual, the flower magpie outside the bathroom window is chirping and singing to him, and after taking a shower, Messi suddenly found that he was very handsome in the mirror. All this makes Messi feel very good, and he always feels that something big is going to happen today.

At this point in the game, although Messi has not been able to score under the surging attack, he is very comfortable to touch the ball under his feet, and the game feels very good. But when he lost the ball in the eighteenth minute, Messi couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The teammates looked at Mi Lito, their eyes were full of unkindness, and Mi also lowered his head with inferiority, dodging the anger in everyone's eyes. At this time, Messi saw Zhuo Yang walking towards Mi Lito, and raised the hand that slapped Marcos's big mouth from a distance.

Messi wanted to run over and grab Zhuo Yang, but he didn't move under his feet, because he wasn't sure if he could pull it, and if Zhuo Yang didn't give him face, it would be very unsightly.

Abidal also saw Zhuo Yang's move, and he was urgently considering whether Zhuo Yang should go to help him if he made a move towards Xiao Lito, because he was sure that he was not Zhuo Yang's opponent.

Milito was nervous, knowing that he was the first person on the team to offend Zhuo Yang, for the number 18 jersey. And in the past half a year, Zhuo Yang has invited almost everyone in the team to dinner, but he has never greeted himself. If Zhuo Yang now slaps him twice to vent his anger by taking advantage of the stubble he lost the ball by mistake, no matter what happens after the game, Zhuo Yang is still Zhuo Yang, but he is finished.

Zhuo Yang's raised arm quickly fell, and he grabbed Mi Lito's shoulder.

"Xiaomi, good, the back line has to dare to control the ball. Don't blame you for losing the ball, who hasn't gone through the memorization? Zhuo Yangle said.

"Fuck, Zhuo Yang, you're not sarcastic about me, are you?"

"I'm full!" Zhuo Yang said: "Who do you think is to blame for losing the goal? ”

“…… Who is to blame? ”

"Blame you fellow! Blame Leo Messi. After speaking, Zhuo Yang shouted at Messi: "Leo, are you okay?" If you can't go in for a long time, are you an undercover agent? ”

"Give it, give it......" Messi smiled happily. Don't worry, I had a hunch today that I was going to score. ”

"Good! That's what you said, huh? If you can't get into two, let Xiaomi tear you alive. ”

"Two ...... No problem! Leave it to me. ”

Zhuo Yang grabbed Mi Lito's shoulder and shook it: "Did you hear that?" It's a fart to lose the ball, we have Leo, just hit it back. But today we had a tactic that required all three lines to dare to possess the ball and you did a good job. ”

"Ladies and gentlemen! You are all veterans on the pitch, and you can definitely see that Arsenal is not a game today, so don't worry about mistakes in the back, let's score two in front of them and they will collapse. Continue to play according to the tactics and rhythm just now, and the game will definitely be won. ”

Two central defenders, one cameo and one perennial caretaker of the water cooler, there are no more substitutes on the bench, Zhuo Yang can't let mutual complaints and distrust spread in the backline, otherwise it will be bad if it is not done well.

Zhuo Yang walked away, Mi Lito's heart was a lot more relaxed, Toure patted Mi on the shoulder and said to him, "Zhuo Yang...... Nice people. After speaking, he also glanced at Abidal deliberately.

Because of the dominant score situation and the slight worries at central defenders, Pep Guardiola deployed Abidal at left-back today, with Maxwell, who is good at attacking, on the bench.

Stabilizing the morale of the army, Barcelona continued to maintain a pressing possession advantage, and the effect was immediate.

In the 21st minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball forward again, and after being blocked by Vermaelen, he pushed it diagonally to Messi, and the two played monkey walking at a distance of less than five meters.

Messi passed the ball back to Zhuo Yang from under Silvester's crotch, Zhuo Yang faked a long-range shot to deflect Krichy and then passed it to Messi from under Silvester's crotch. At this moment, the French feel that their crotch is a highway tunnel without tolls.

Messi's left-footed shot in the top arc went straight through the corner of the goal, 1:1, and the overall score was 4:3.

Although Zhuo Yang has not played in the midfield of Barcelona, discerning people can still see the difference between him and Xavi's control of the midfield. Xavi's rhythm and passing are more Spanish, with a touch of sophistication in the splendour. Zhuo Yang is even more majestic, with his every move free and full of charm.

Xavi, 30, and Andrea Pirlo, 31, were once two of the best technical playmakers in the football world, with Xavi slightly better at passing the ball and Pirlo mastering the tempo. And Zhuo Yang's study of rhythm is to learn from Pirlo's way, after all, they have been intimate together for three years.

In the face of the media's 'who do you think is better Pirlo or Xavi', Zhuo Yang said that the two are equally matched, but he gave Pirlo the title of 'old artist of midfield passing'.

Zhuo Yang is no less than Pirlo in terms of rhythm control, and he doesn't need to have a special person around him to escort him. In terms of passing the ball, Zhuo Yang and Xavi have a different style, he is not as fast as Xavi, but he is better at calculation and more accurate.

In other words, in terms of comprehensive ability in the back position, Zhuo Yang surpasses Xavi, but if Xavi is placed on the bench, it will also look violent. Xavi's level is enough for Barcelona, and Zhuo Yang can improve the team's attack and defense to a higher level.

Xavi couldn't do it alone to suppress Rosicky and Nasri, but Zoyang could.

In the 31st minute, Zhuo Yang boldly forced in a high position and forced Rosicky back step by step to become a fullback, but in this way, Zhuo Yang did not spare this 'pseudo-Mozart'. In front of Zhuo Yang, whose piano fame is no less than football fame, who dares to call himself the Mozart of football? No matter how thick your face is, you can't do it.

Rosicky was very thin-skinned, he didn't go to compete with Zhuo Yang for a long time, and hurriedly kicked the football to Sylvester, who came to pick up. Not only sinkhole, but also undercover, Sylvester went in the other direction and went directly to Busquets, which scared Xiaobu himself.

Now you can work with your eyes closed! Xiao Bushun gave Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang passed obliquely, Messi inserted directly, and he was proficient in routines.

Messi near the penalty spot pushed the ball directly without stopping, and the football went into the net. 2:1, 5:3 on aggregate, I'm afraid Arsenal themselves think that hope is just an illusion.

Messi, who scored twice, said happily: "Words count, I will enter two when I say two." ”

Milito was really relieved at this time, and he looked at Messi with some gratitude. Zhuo Yang straightened the captain's armband for Messi: "Captain Mei, I'm afraid two is not enough." Haven't scored a hat-trick in the Champions Cup yet? Let's just have one today! ”

Messi looked at the chirping Zhuo Yang and remembered the magpie on the branch outside the window in the morning.