"It's surprising that Santiago didn't stand in front of the football, Fan, Fan stepped up! Is he going to take the free-kick? This is a very rare scene! ”

"It seems that the 'Meal Card Combination' is not visible in this free kick attack, but I want to say that Fan also has a free kick kung fu!"

"Maybe Fan wants to show his hand? There are not many opportunities for him to show his face in today's game, so why not have such a free kick opportunity! ”

"Okay, Van starts running, raising his leg to shoot - no, it's a pass! The ball fell quickly to the back post, Tomasson! The Danish veteran stepped up again and shook Marques' head...... Wow, header ferry! ”

Riquelme rushed up, he was fast, he jumped, there was no one around him! He hit the football, and the ball changed direction and rushed towards the goal—"

Riquelme leaped into the air, with no one around him, and he looked at his teammates and panicked opponents, with a big smile on his face, and his head stretched forward, and he hit the football with force!

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"Yes, yes, yes! Valdés jumped up and couldn't save the ball, and the ball rushed into the goal without hindrance! Roman! Roman! He did it! He scored! GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ ”

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOAL！ 2:0！ 2:0！ Two set-pieces, two goals, is that Villarreal's tactics today? peifect！ Simple cooperation, this is a call between two veterans, and everything falls into place! ”

"Van deceived everyone! There was no meal card combination, no direct shot, he sent the ball to the Danes, who in turn sent the ball to the Argentine, Riquelme didn't miss the chance, he ...... Scored a perfect goal! ”

Amid the cheers in the sky, his teammates roared and rushed up, Fran threw Riquelme to the ground, and everyone rushed up and pressed them all up!

"Roman! Roman!! You bastard, you've scored! What a beautiful goal! ”

“2:0！ It's 2:0! We're two goals ahead of Barcelona! The invincible Barcelona was thrown away by us! ”

"You did it! You did it! Damn, you did it! You've helped your team take a two-goal lead! ”

In the crowd, Riquelme smiled so brightly and cheerfully, he rushed out of the crowd, took off his jersey, took it in his hand, and roared as he ran.

Such a crazy side rarely appears in the Argentine, he always maintains a calm and wise side, but at this moment, he can't control his excitement, he once came to the Camp Nou with the dream of conquering the world, once he was swept away like a lost dog, he has fantasized more than once about trampling the other party under his feet, and now, all his dreams have become a reality.

"Ahh

Riquelme stopped under a billboard behind the visitors' goal, clutching his shirt tightly and snarling with his arms vibrating in the wind.

This stand is the camp of the visiting fans, Riquelme with his goal, with his roar, fiercely venting the hidden dissatisfaction and grievances in his heart.

Don't you look down on me? Didn't you boo me? Didn't you drive me away without mercy?

Now, do you see that? Now, do you regret it?

The visiting fans were silent in the stands.

There was no surprise that Riquelme was punished with a yellow card for his excesses, but the crowd rose up to cheer and applaud him non-stop.

"Roman, you still have us!"

"Roman, you will always be one of the people here! We will always be family! ”

"No matter what the future holds, you will always be in our hearts! Won't forget! ”

The fans erupted in shouts like this, and the people of the town were warming their heroes in their way.

"And us!"

His teammates gathered around again, patting him on the shoulder or rubbing his hair.

"I'm fine."

Riquelme stopped snarling and catharsis, turned his head, looked at the sincere faces, returned to his previous calm and restrained, he put the jersey back on, and gently hugged Fan Bizhuang next to him.

After shouting it, my heart was much more relaxed. Why don't you try it too, Fan? ”

Fan Bizhuang was stunned: "Huh? ”

"I mean, Dahl scored, I scored, and then it's up to you." Riquelme said with a meaningful smile.

"Okay."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, his eyes flashing with extraordinary firmness.

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Rijkaard stomped his feet on the sidelines in a fit of rage, but the truth was unchangeable, and his side were two goals down on the road after just half an hour.

What made him feel even more frightened was that he found that the tactical strategy he prepared before the game did not seem to be useful at all, and his ideas and ideas seemed to have been anticipated by the opponent in advance, and completely fell into the opponent's pre-formulated script.

"Damn, we can't go on like this! Change, change! A change has to be made! But...... What should be changed......

Rijkaard continued to pace back and forth on the sidelines, thinking about countermeasures, muttering incessantly, but never came up with an effective solution, and even the commentators in the commentary table shook their heads again and again.

"Mr. Frank seems to have run out of tricks, Barcelona is on the precipice of defeat, and if he can't think of a way, then ...... All that awaits Barcelona is failure! ”

"Coach Frank is already panicking. I have to say that for this game, Villarreal is more prepared, and they completely restrained the mighty Barcelona! ”

"The Catalan team can only be led by the nose by the other!"

Enrique also sighed and shook his head helplessly, although he and Rijkaard did not deal with each other, and the contradictions between them could not be reconciled for a long time, but in any case, he was a staunch Catalan, and naturally wanted Barcelona to win. The contradiction between the two is an internal problem, and the attitude towards them should still be consistent.

"Frank seems to have no choice." Enrique groaned and looked at his friend, "What about you, what do you think?" Is there any solution to this? ”

"Nope."

Vilanova spat out two words very neatly.

This stunned Enrique, who had the impression that Vilanova was an excellent coach who was observant and resourceful, and that he would have his own unique perspective, no matter how difficult the situation was. But this time, he actually expressed it bluntly......

As if to answer his friend's doubts, Villanova hesitated for a moment, and after a while, he organized his language and opened his mouth: "As far as the current situation is concerned, the team has no way out, there is no other way but to attack." ”

Enrique nodded, the situation is indeed like this, two goals behind, the team can only attack, there is no other way out.

However, this is something that even a discerning fan can see, where is the solution?

"If you want to avoid defeat, there is no other way than to attack desperately. And the reason why Lie said that he had no opinion is because ...... "Vilanova raised his head, but instead of looking at Enrique, he stared at the home team's No. 23 player on the field," Villarreal is likely to make a change. Luis, Van was so quiet in the first half, you and I know his temperament, don't you feel strange? ”

"You mean......" Enrique thought of a possibility, his face uncertain.

"That's right. I think it's almost time for Fan. Nothing was done, and his presence was barely felt in the first half until now, which had caused us to concede two goals, and once Fan was powerful...... "Vilanova did not continue, but the meaning was already obvious, once Fan Bizhuang was in the groove, then Barcelona would be in an even more dangerous situation.

Enrique also thought of this, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "It seems that we have really created a headache for ourselves!" ”

Villanova shrugged and said nothing.

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Enrique and Vilanova's fears did not materialize, at least until the end of the first half. Villarreal did change their tactical play, with two goals in hand, they switched to attack and defend, anticipating Barcelona to do the biggest thing with the least effort, tightening the line, and concentrating on defending and counterattacking.

Barcelona knows that the opponent is playing the abacus of letting them attack and counterattacking to disturb their back line, but they still have to jump into the sleeve by themselves, who makes them now the side behind, and they are still two goals behind, and they don't want to admit defeat, then they have to follow the opponent's routine!

Barcelona's attack was a bit desperate, even the back line was pressed close to the center circle, and the two full-backs turned into forwards, attacking in tandem up front.

It is not an exaggeration to describe Barcelona at the moment as a wave of attacks.

But Villarreal, who had been mentally prepared, responded calmly, defended steadily, and their counter-attacks were sharp enough, and after successful interceptions, they often kicked forward, allowing Tomasson, Forlan and Cazorla to rush forward. Despite the small number of counter-attackers, Barca's defence is also shaky, and the home team creates an even greater threat than the visitors.

It's just strange that Fan Bizhuang's performance is still tepid, he is like a leisurely stroll, although he is running, but no matter how he looks at it, he looks like he is sluggish, or he is staying.

When the whistle blew at the end of the game, the score was still 2-0, with the home team in front and the visitors behind, and neither side could score for the rest of the game.

The teammates laughed and hugged each other's shoulders and walked off the field, while the Barcelona players on the other side left the field in a hurry with a little disappointment.

Fan Bizhuang looked at the Barcelona players like defeated roosters, pursed his lips, turned around, and slowly walked towards the players' tunnel.

"Fan."

The footsteps stopped, and Fan Bizhuang didn't turn around to know who the person who made the sound was.

Messi shouted behind him: "What are you thinking? Why are you ...... performing?"

"It's a poor performance, isn't it? It's okay, just say it. It doesn't matter, I'm not doing well, but my teammates are doing well, can't I beat you? Fan Bizhuang said with his back to Messi, and there was indescribable sarcasm in his tone.

"You ......" Obviously, Messi was angered by his provocative words, almost throwing punches at him in a roaring way, "You wait, I won't let you win the game so easily!" Even if you're not in good form and can't beat you, it's the same with the team that beats you! ”

Without any indication or response, Fan Bizhuang shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

Messi watched his back fade away, gradually disappearing at the end of the player's tunnel, clenching his fists tightly.

On the other side, Fan Bizhuang regained his footing in a place where no one was.

"Roman has taken his revenge, how can I be left behind? Hey, let's look at the second half, the decisive battle, it's just begun, how can I make Barcelona ...... Disappointed! ”