"Fan! Fan!! ”

"Van received a long pass from Riquelme, he was fast, Yaya Toure couldn't keep up with him, Van rushed to the middle with the ball! Puyol came out—"

"Didn't stop! Puyol can't stop the fan who is firing all the time! Fan successfully broke through - oh, down to the ground! Van fell to the ground! Puyol trips it over with his outstretched foot! It's a shameful foul! ”

"If he rushes over, Van can shoot straight to the goal, Puyol's foul is not rude, but the nature is bad enough, this is a foul that destroys the threatening ball, maybe he will get an unpredictable severe punishment for it!"

"The referee showed mercy and just showed Puyol a yellow card! Villarreal's players were very dissatisfied and surrounded the referee to ask for an explanation, they thought that the Barcelona captain should be sent off with a red card! The referee insisted on his opinion! ”

"Free kick! Villarreal had another chance to take a free-kick in front. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 The second goal from the info submarine came from a free-kick, but this time, can they still score? Ha, everyone knows that Villarreal's set-pieces are extremely threatening, will the 'Meal Card Combination' step up this time? ”

In the hustle and bustle created by the on-site commentators and fans, Fan Bizhuang once again stood in front of the ball, his actions have given the answer, the "meal card combination" is still hidden, this time, the free kick will still be taken by him.

However, the fans were not dissatisfied, and they all cheered as they stood in their seats.

"Fan! Fan!! Fan!!! ”

"One more pass, blow them up!"

"Goal! Goal!! Kill the game completely! ”

The combination of a free-kick and a goal gave the home fans a great deal of confidence, and they had reason to believe that this free-kick was still an excellent chance to score.

Rijkaard also knew this, and applied with nervous and anxious on his face. If they concede another goal, then the game really can't be played, and it will be difficult for them to have a chance to turn the tables back after falling behind by three goals. Barcelona is very strong, but they are not God!

"Watch out for his passes!"

"Damn it, Marquis, keep an eye on people!"

"Yaya! Yaya - Use your big tall man, push the ball out for me! Don't let them complete the match! ”

Thinking of the second goal conceded in the first half, Rijkaard suddenly couldn't be calm, he couldn't figure it out, how Villarreal was such a group of freaks, and thought that Fan Bizhuang was the only one with excellent ability to grab points, but he didn't expect that this one was a good player! Even Riquelme can score with his head, damn it, do they kick the ball with their feet or with their heads, when will Barcelona's airspace allow the enemy to abuse so wantonly?

This time, they must not be allowed to do so again!

Rijkaard was still waving and yelling, and the whistle on the field had already sounded, and Fan Bizhuang had made a move.

Run-ups, kicks, leg swings...... The three movements are connected in one go, almost the same as before.

It's just that when his right foot hits the football, everyone is shocked to find that this is not the same as before.

It was a pass, but this time, it's ...... Direct shot!

"Whoosh~"

The football rises from the ground, and it is a wonderful arc, which can be used to go around the human wall, and then, straight into the top right corner of the goal!

"This time Fan will pass the ball to where he will go, he raises his leg, no...... It's not a pass! This is...... Shot! ”

"Van - direct shot!"

"Unexpectedly, this time Fan didn't choose to pass, he did it himself!"

In the midst of the exclamations, Rijkaard also looked at this scene with some dumbfoundedness, and a huge uneasiness appeared in his heart!

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, the ball was already running to its destination, Valdés did not react at all, and when he turned around, the ball had already plunged into the intersection between the beam and the column!

"Not a pass? How could it not be a pass? How did he shoot the goal! Ahhh ”

Rijkaard roared loudly with rage, and there was an incredible expression on his face.

But it didn't help, it was already doomed, and for the third time today, the Love Song Stadium became a sea of joy.

The breathy screams of Arceus, the home commentator, have resounded in every corner of the stadium: "GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL!" GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAL！ GOOOOOO…… AL！ It was ...... who scored the goal."

"Fan!"

"Fan-!!"

"Fan !!"

Arces shouted out the first half of the sentence, and tens of thousands of fans at the scene picked it up for him and shouted the second half, and the voice of "Fan" swept the audience like a tsunami!

"Good! Good!! It's beautiful! Speed angle power, all there! Strike! Wonderful! ”

In the VIP box, Aragonés did not maintain his usual image of wisdom, he jumped like the most ordinary fan, cheering and clapping.

What he wanted, he had already found the answer, just by virtue of this free kick goal, he knew that this young man, his team was bound to win!

Roig also stood up, clapping his hands in the same way, and his wrinkled face turned burgundy from excitement and excitement.

"This is Fan! This is the king of this stadium! ”

"Well done, little one! Hahaha! ”

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The Barcelona players stood in front of the goal in a daze, with expressions of disbelief and pain on their faces.

In their inherent thinking, Fan Bizhuang should have chosen to pass the ball with this kick, but he chose to hit the goal directly! Moreover, this curve ball is so amazing, not to mention that they are not prepared, even if they are prepared, it is estimated that it is impossible to stop it.

Valdés angrily took off his gloves and picked up the ball from the goal for the third time in a swearing. Puyol shook his head helplessly, looking at the junior boy who could have become his teammate who walked out of La Masia not far away, Messi with his hands on his hips, full of distraction.

Off the pitch, Van Bizhuang's La Masia teammate Sergio Busquets sighed, Bojan bowed his head and remained silent, while Alba muttered, not knowing what he was talking about......

Everyone has different thoughts, different feelings, and the most unbearable performance is their head coach, Frank. Rijkaard.

"How so?"

"How can this be !!?"

Rijkaard muttered to himself, then crouched on the ground with his head in his hands in pain. The kid he kicked out of La Masia, the kid he couldn't look down on, finally completed the counterattack, and his free kick was like a sharp knife, mercilessly stabbed him in the stomach and in the heart of Barcelona.

He knows that his time in Barcelona has entered the countdown, not only because his team's results this season were suppressed by his arch-rival Real Madrid, not only because his team is likely to lose this game, but most importantly, because his unknown people have made the club lose such a superstar who is enough to become a proud son of the sky in the future!

He was very unwilling, but he couldn't do anything, so he could only look at the boiling love song stadium blankly and dejectedly, silent.

On the field, Fan Bizhuang had completed the signature action of kneeling on the ground and pointing to the sky with both hands, he stood up, and after a roar from the sky, he rushed to the stands.

Like Riquelme, he opted for the stands of the away fans, where he stood and then raised a finger to indicate that he had scored a goal. Then he took off his jersey and held it high so that the Barcelona fans in the stands could see the color of the jersey and the number printed on it!

"It's a Villarreal shirt!"

"This is my jersey number!"

"Now, do you regret it?"

Fan Bizhuang's arrogant actions drew a burst of boos from the Barcelona fans, and many angry fans shouted "Judas" while throwing the debris in their hands.

Fan Bizhuang didn't care at all, a mocking smile appeared on his face, and the laughter became louder and louder, containing an incomparably cheerful sense of revenge.

There is no doubt that Fan Bizhuang paid a yellow card for his willfulness.

It's just that he didn't pay attention to it at all, put on his jersey, and walked back to the middle circle with Shi Shiran.

"You shouldn't have provoked the fans. Anyway, you used to be part of Barcelona, you ......"

Near the center circle, Messi looked at him and said so.

Fan Bizhuang's face was indifferent and disdainful: "So what? What does that have to do with me? I'm not going back to Barcelona, they hate them, they hate them, what can I do? ”

"You ......" Messi angrily pointed at him, "didn't La Masia leave a trace in your heart?" Aren't you grateful at all? It's the club that nurtures you, it's ......"

"All they bring me is indifference and disdain!"

Fan Bizhuang interrupted him with a cold wave of his hand, "Barcelona, it's just my enemy!" It is now and will be the same! All I want to do is to trample your pride and dignity to the ground! ”

As he spoke, Fan Bizhuang also made a movement of stepping on the ground with his feet.

Messi was silent and didn't say anything again, but his eyes became extremely sharp and cold.

"I thought that even if you left, you would be resentful at most, but I didn't expect you to be so resentful of the team! Well, we are enemies, from now on, you are me, that is, Barcelona, the greatest enemy, and it will never be possible to reconcile! ”

Messi's words were resolute and firm, even a little bit of gnashing of teeth.

Fan Bizhuang didn't pay attention to it at all, he grinned with a smile, showing a mouthful of white teeth, although he was laughing, it made people feel a sense of calmness: "It's been a long time ago!" From the moment I left there, I was doomed to never die! ”

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight!"

"Look wide-eyed, the boy who was once driven away by you like a lost dog is now back! With the flame of vengeance, he is back! ”