Chapter 308: The Final Blow (Part II)
"What else can you do besides running fast?"
"Defense, offense, isn't your brain full of? Listen to me, boy, you're not fit to play! You don't have such motor cells! ”
"You're never going to be a professional sporter, and even amateur teams won't want to recruit you as a scrapper! You'd better be honest and do some cleaning here! ”
"Frank says his team doesn't need your type of player. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info so Fan ......"
"Let's go outside and find the right sky for you to soar!"
“……”
Memories of the past suddenly came back to mind, with the ridicule and disdain of his former team-mates, his former coach, and even the former La Masia staff, and the images of Enrique telling him about his first-team decision and urging him to find another way.
He will not forget the contempt and indifference he received there, nor will he forget that he was resolutely asked to leave.
He got something there, but more, and what he gained was resentment.
He never belonged there, he stayed there just to get up close and personal with professional football, that's all.
Therefore, when he has the ability to "take revenge", he will not be weak at all! Because in my heart, you are nothing!
"I said, I'm going to get back what belongs to me!"
Fan Bizhuang said a word silently in his heart, raised his head, and his eyes flashed with determination and coldness!
Messi and Bojan are still catching up, and in addition to persistence and unwillingness, there is also a faint hint of despair on their faces.
It is a truth on the football field that people can't run the ball, and it is also widely recognized that it is difficult for a player with the ball to outrun a player who runs without the ball.
But this point, in Fan Bizhuang, is completely wrong.
Messi and Bojan desperately chased back, but they could only watch each other run farther and farther. Marquis came up to him, and they thought that even if they couldn't make a successful interception, they could bring their opponent's movements to a halt, but as it turned out, their hopes were disappointed.
Marquis is like a wooden stake, and he has been lived decently! It's not that Marquis is not strong in defense, but a high-speed running Fan Bizhuang, too strong!
It can't be stopped at all!
Messi remembered the first leg between the two teams, when he also ran with the ball all the way, scoring the ball after a long run, and Fan Bizhuang was behind him at that time, unable to do anything.
And now he also experienced this kind of despair, because at this moment, he is also powerless!
Fan Bizhuang stood still, raised his feet high, and Valdés, with a panicked expression, abandoned the door and attacked.
"Fight!"
Messi and Bojan gritted their teeth almost at the same time, and at the same time forced a breath, took another step, threw their bodies out, and slid away.
"Tackle!"
"Messi! Bojan! Two people shovel at the same time! ”
"Valdés strikes - will they be able to stop the already mad Fan!"
The Love Song Stadium suddenly fell silent, and everyone stared intently at Barcelona's penalty area, so nervous that they didn't even dare to come out!
In the blink of an eye, the answer is already clear!
The three failed, whether it was Messi and Bojan's tackles, or Valdés' attack, they couldn't stop Van Bizhuang!
Between the lightning and flint, Fan Bizhuang was like a long eye behind him, his raised right foot fell gently, and with a light flick of the outside of his foot, he flashed over Valdés, who attacked, and then flicked, and the empty door was in front of him!
"No shots! No shots! It's just a feint by Fan! He's going to ......"
"Pass the goalkeeper and hit the empty goal!"
Messi and Bojan closed their eyes in pain, Valdés also collapsed on the ground and covered his face with his hands, Fan Bizhuang unhurriedly brought the ball to the goal line, paused, and then, with a violent kick, the football was pumped into the empty goal!
As if to vent all the dissatisfaction and pain, and as if to say goodbye to the past, this time, Fan Bizhuang did not celebrate after roaring in the sky, but glanced lightly at the stands of the away fans, and then ran to the bottom of the stands of the home team fans, took off the jersey, and displayed the number and name behind the jersey in front of everyone's eyes!
"Remember me, I'm number 23! Number 23 in Villarreal! ”
"I'm Fan! I'm a ...... at the Love Song Stadium King! ”
This is the subtext of Fan Bizhuang, every fan in the small town can clearly feel the voice from Fan Bizhuang, after a short silence, tens of thousands of fans collectively stood up, applause and cheers wave after wave.
"King! King!! King!!! ”
"Long live, Your Majesty!"
"Whatever happened in the past, we only know now! Fan, you belong here, you belong to the Love Song Stadium! Long live, Your Majesty! ”
Commentators from various TV stations were still shouting "GOAL!" over and over again. They were still screaming and rejoicing at Fan Bizhuang's hat-trick, but their voices were inaudible, and the cheers of the fans had overshadowed everything.
Manuel Pellegrini smiled and nodded and clapped his hands, while the substitutes waved their arms in revelry.
On the other side, Rijkaard's face was pale, and he almost collapsed to the ground, his expression painful. The Barcelona bench was also silent, with grief and despair on everyone's faces.
Enrique and Vilanova also stood up at this moment, looking at the teenager standing in the center of the love song stadium, watching his unstoppable movements, they all knew that this teenager had completely erased the traces of Catalonia on his body, and from this night, from this moment on, he really waved goodbye to the past!
He's Fan, he's Fan, he's a great professional, he's a teenager like no other, he has a bright future.
However, all this has nothing to do with Barcelona.
"I suddenly felt that if nothing had happened in the first place, it might have been a good thing, and Van would probably have become the club's biggest and most dangerous enemy!"
Enrique sighed softly, his mind drifted back to that cold night, if he hadn't gone to the Tongs bar, if he hadn't had that conversation, maybe there wouldn't have been anything else, and Fan Bizhuang, still a pearl buried in the sand, was still silently doing a football apprentice who was not noticed.
However, there is no if, and Van Bizhuang has lived up to his expectations and has become one of the best, if not the best young players of his time. However, instead of wearing a Barcelona shirt, he appeared as Barcelona's enemy.
The world is impermanent.
Enrique's mood was complicated, and he didn't know whether he should smile with relief or sigh with regret at this moment.
Vilanova didn't speak, but the hand holding the notebook was trembling slightly, and his heart was not as calm as his face appeared.
"Who knows what will happen in the future? Take a step, take a look, and don't forget that we are Barcelona, we have experienced failure, but we are never knocked down by failure...... Barcelona! ”
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Fan Bizhuang's third goal was like a bullet that destroyed the enemy's last fighting spirit, directly cutting off all Barcelona's thoughts.
Every Barcelona player had a dazed and desperate face on their faces, and they no longer had the slightest spirit. Of course, some people still have angry looks on their faces, but they all know that Fan Bizhuang is also half Barcelona, and in a way, he is also a well-established La Masia youth product.
But such a person led another team and cut off the butcher's knife raised high on their heads.
"Traitor!"
"Judas!"
There is no right or wrong in the world of football, only winners and losers, and this is the cruelest part, everything is about chasing victory, and the rest is also involuntarily.
This is a very simple truth, as a professional player, never give up and work hard, this is a commendable virtue, but when the cruel reality falls on them, the Barcelona players are difficult to accept.
Many people stared at Fan Bizhuang with hatred, and their mouths were even more low-pitched.
But Fan Bizhuang completely ignored it, and he ignored the other party's hateful eyes, and his face always had a bland to almost indifferent expression.
He knew what these people were thinking, and he understood the anger in these people's hearts, but so what, they wouldn't even have a chance to get revenge on themselves - at least not in this game.
The referee showed Fan Bizhuang his second yellow card of the game, two yellows turned into one red, and he was directly ejected from the game.
It was the second time he stripped down to celebrate in the game, and he got a red card, which was undisputed.
In the eyes that wanted to bite him to death, Fan Bizhuang turned around and walked off the court slowly.
Unlike Puyol's gloomy departure, Fan Bizhuang left with his head held high, and the scene broke out into cheers and applause again, and Fan Bizhuang raised his hand to the stands like a hero returning triumphantly.
Van received his second yellow card of the game and was ejected by the referee. But it doesn't matter anymore, 6:1, we have victory in our hands! ”
"No one is going to criticize Fan for not being calm, all the criticism and doubts will not appear in front of his three goals, because he is the hero of this game! At least, in front of the fans of the small town, he is the hero of the Love Song Stadium! ”
"He has an extreme personality, he is very stubborn, he is also very rebellious, he always does things that are incomprehensible to ordinary people. But what does it matter? Remember his name, his name is Van Bi Zhuang, he used to come out of La Masia, but now he has Villarreal blood in his veins! ”
"Yes, he is the king here! Unbeatable ...... King! ”
"Long live, Your Majesty!"