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A small translator was appreciated by Robson and Van Gaal and was able to complete his entire coaching course at Barcelona, while Pep Guardiola and Enrique were still players at the time.

They mingled, even became friends for a while, and then he left Barcelona and spread his wings.

After achieving fame, he said goodbye to Chelsea in '08 and recommended himself when Rijkaard's position was unstable.

's own people, returning as a savior, Mourinho should have thought so at the beginning, but unfortunately the story has completely gone on another track from here.

Cruyff and Barcelona abandoned like a piece of cake, and the statement of La Masia Film School came from Mourinho during the Chelsea period, even if it is not said that the style is very different, how can Barcelona, with a trace of decadent aristocracy, accept him?

They played each other twice in the group stage this season, and the war of words was very happy, and the old friendship had already been thrown out of the clouds, and Barcelona was his enemy from top to bottom!

He's an arrogant man, no one knows how hard he's worked to get a football bowl, his father was a player, he didn't have the talent to play.

He wants to succeed, he needs success to prove his worth, so he's aggressive, he's arrogant, he's going to do anything, and he's extremely vindictive.

Success is bigger than anything else in his eyes, you can dislike his football, but there is no denying his hard work and achievements.

That's it, Jose Mourinho.

Well, he and Barcelona just got rid of a dick and struggled for half a life to become famous, and wanted to return to the arms of the goddess at the beginning, but people were slapped in the face, which hit their self-esteem, and finally became a bloody story of hatred because of love.

So every time Mourinho sees Barcelona, he is very red-eyed, and only by pressing her to the ground and constantly rubbing repeatedly can he dispel the hatred in his heart back then!

"If they had met us earlier, they wouldn't have gone now", Mourinho must have been the first to shoot, "Liverpool's kind of defense last year made them helpless, I don't see any of them as the media touted it"

MMP, countless Reds fans raised their middle fingers, what do you call our kind of defense? Don't you take it seriously? You haven't beaten us a few times at Chelsea!

"I didn't lose to 11 against 11", Mourinho continued to the media, "if they don't bribe and threaten the referee, they don't have a chance, oh sorry, it's not Camp Nou, they have to weigh it if they want to"

Those who love him love him to death, and those who hate him hate him to death, isn't it very much like Tony Towne? Please, it's Tony Don himself who is Mourinho!

Barcelona fans must have exhausted eight generations of Mourinho's ancestors now, Mackin looked at the English newspaper in his hand, and thought to himself, it is really not easy to find an English newspaper in Madrid.

Flipping to the next edition, sure enough, Guardiola and Messi's counterattack came as promised, "He had better learn etiquette and honesty first, I'm really ashamed to have been with such a person!" Honest Pep Guardiola has torn his face.

"He's always like to be like a clown, to get on the tension, to make a splash, and I don't think he even deserves to be a coach!" , the introverted Messi is also a sarcastic person.

"Hey", Mackin was amused, "I doubt they will really fight in the final", he said to Jonathan and Zidane next to him.

"Jose Mourinho is a difficult opponent to deal with, he always has a headache when his opponent", Zidane said with a smile, "he is very utilitarian, if there are no results, I am afraid that few people like him"

Zidane, who plays art football, is of course naturally disgusted by Mourinho's style and style, he is too aggressive! And unscrupulous, arrogant and unreasonable people are always annoying!

Mackin shrugged his shoulders, everyone has their own Truman world and predecessor 3, the values are different, and the pursuit is different, there is no way to mix them up and compare them together.

"Which team do you like to win?" , Zidane asked again.

Mackin shook his head, "I can't guess, the two sides restrain each other, depending on luck", he also texted Torres and Enrique just now, and he was lucky enough to reach the final for two consecutive years.

Torres has scored less than 30 goals this season, which is a lot, but it is still almost meaningless in terms of value.

This is mainly related to the fact that Barcelona rarely has the opportunity to counterattack, and the power of the Torres penalty area in the positional battle is not top-notch.

"I'm bullish on Inter Milan", Zinedine Zidane continued, "although I don't admire Mourinho, I don't want Barcelona to win at the Bernabeu, it would be a shame"

Mackin nodded in understanding, just as he felt when Manchester United won the title at Anfield.

"Okay, you guys rest first, Mr. Florentino asked me to bring greetings", Zidane got up and said, "There will be a special car to pick you up before the game and take you to the stadium, tomorrow if you are interested, you can go to Madrid, it's beautiful"

"Thank you, I will", Makqin and Jonathan also got up and said politely goodbye.

The two sent Zidane into the elevator, and Jonathan shrugged his shoulders, "It seems that Mr. Florentino is bound to you this summer, so thoughtful"

"It seems that you are also very excited", the two returned to the suite, and Makqin poured a glass of water and said with a smile.

Jonathan shrugged his shoulders again, "After all, it's Real Madrid, but I can't be your master, I will do it if you make a decision."

"Haha", Mack Qin patted him on the shoulder, "You are getting more and more humorous, go enjoy your nightlife, I'll go out with Issa, see you tomorrow morning before the game"

"Let the bodyguards follow you, otherwise it's too dangerous to encounter an emergency, is it to see flamenco?"

"Well, okay", Makqin nodded, flamenco and bullfighting in Spain are basically equivalent to domestic Peking Opera and table tennis, both of which are the quintessence of the country, "just follow from afar", he said again.

After a while, a heavily armed man and a woman slipped out of the back door of the hotel, followed by a few sneaky men in black, making all the reporters in the lobby pounce.

Jonathan looked at the departing figure by the window and shook his head, he didn't understand what Mark Qin was thinking, perhaps, he didn't think about it, but someone wanted to push him?

Headache, headache, I wonder if Mendes has had a headache like him, he thought.

On this night, there was more than one headache, Mourinho and Guardiola also had headaches, and the cause of the headache was somewhat related to Macklin.

The off-court psychological warfare is dark, but the real win or loss depends on the performance of the players and the on-the-spot response.

Pep Guardiola thought of their semi-final with Liverpool last year, and they planted it at that time, and they were very unwilling.

But Liverpool did give the world a way to deal with them, and of course there were many teams that imitated them, and most of them ended up, the difference being that Liverpool had a unique personnel mix at that time that no other team could imitate.

And Pep Guardiola is also improving, this year's revamp of the No.4 position, the addition of left-back and the revamp of the forward line are all his tactical thinking.

But with Inter's staffing, it is possible to complete tactical replication, and Mourinho is a big fan of counter-attacks, and if you think about it with your ass, you will know how he will play.

But it's hard to guess how Inter will defend them, so he's worried, in the final, if it's a little wrong, it will be very troublesome.

An attacking team with a fixed style of play is actually in a passive position before the game starts, because the opponent basically knows how you play and how to attack.

So you have to be strong enough to let the opponent know how you play, but you just can't defend it, to be successful.

Mourinho is naturally not so arrogant in public, in fact, he values Barcelona more than anyone else, and it is precisely because he knows that they are powerful that he tries his best to curb them.

He and Pep Guardiola control the ball on one and the space on the other, so it can be said that they will meet opponents and talents.

From the outset, he knew that Liverpool's tactics could not be replicated, because he might be able to replicate Torres, but not Steven Gerrard in his prime, and Mackin in his explosive game.

Therefore, it is impossible for him to arrange players to follow the Barcelona playmakers from the midfield, like Liverpool.

He doesn't have a plan B in this game, it's just a plan, limit the space in front of the penalty area to death, and kill Messi! Then counterattacked, and the scene that outsiders saw was to put a bus.

If the bus can also distinguish between the high and the low, Mourinho's bus is definitely very luxurious and special.

He is well aware of Pep Guardiola's AB plan, and the so-called B plan is to replace Torres to focus on Xiao Kuailing.

But he can't guarantee that Guardiola, who has seen Liverpool's kind of targeted defense, will have any C plan!

It's not a group stage, it's a final!

This competition, which has attracted much attention because of its topicality, has surpassed any previous finals.

Can Barcelona's pass-and-control style of play be invincible in the world, can the era of the big countries be repeated, can Guardiola and Messi be gods this season, and can Mourinho take revenge on Barcelona?

One mystery after another, one entanglement after another, and a grievance will all stage the most intense collision in these 90 minutes!

Either you die, or I die!

"Drip, pop, tap, tap", rhythmic beats, passionate music, fast high-fives, with passionate tap dancing, bohemian dresses.

This is flamenco!

This is the nightlife of Spain.

The wandering gypsies write their yearning for life with enthusiasm, dance, and unrestrained rhythm.

The inconspicuous bar on the side of the street is already overcrowded, and everyone is driven by the fiery rhythm when they jump to the climax.

"Hey", "Bang"

"Hey", "Bang"

Alonso and his wife Nagorre took Mackin and Isabella off the table and went down to the middle of the arena to dance to the rhythm.

The lights are dim, and I can't see who is who at all, only dancing to the fullest, and a selfless soul.

Two former teammates, Alonso and Torres, are now Spain's national rivals, and both of them got married in Spain at the end of last year, but they were too low-key and neither was invited.

Makqin also learned after the fact, he kept the old traditions of his ancestors well, and during the holidays, he would always send some text messages to his friends to congratulate them, even if it was Colwell and Hyypia, and even Benitez, he did not delete them from the address book.

"Let go, Mark, come on, this is Madrid, hey, hey, hey", Alonso beckoned to the awkward dancer Makqin as he twisted his body slightly.

At this time, Mackin completely lost the agility on the field, which is completely different from the night of famous wine and beauty in England.

I didn't expect Alonso to have such a side, no wonder Brazilian players love to come to Spain, the rhythm of life is too similar.

Build me a bonfire and comrades!

Hey, something seems wrong!

Forget it, there's nothing wrong with it, Mark Qin stiffly followed the writhing, you are worried about me.

You guys are fighting, I'm watching......