Chapter 309: Puyol

At the end of the 90-minute game, the referee blew the whistle and the score was fixed at 6:1. Pen Γ— fun Γ— Pavilion www. biquge。 ο½‰ο½Žο½†ο½

This is a score that no one could have imagined before the game, even the most optimistic fans in the small town are hoping that their team can win, but for Barcelona to swallow six bullets in a row and lose by five goals, this is no different from dreaming.

The opponent is not a cat or a dog, and the opponent is not a weak team, this is Barcelona, one of the two super giants in La Liga, and the top giant team in European and even world football!

It's good to win, after all, the tiger also has a nap, but such a big victory that can be called a "slaughter", not to mention that Barcelona fans can't accept it, and even fans who support Villarreal feel a little unreal.

But that's the reality!

The bright red score caught everyone's eyes, it was so dazzling for Barcelona fans, and for small town fans, it was ecstatic.

From the moment the whistle blew at the end of the game, the cheers and roars of the Love Song Stadium never stopped, and everyone was immersed in a sea of joy, if this was a dream, then such a beautiful dream, everyone was willing to fall into it, unwilling to wake up.

"It was an incredible night! It was also a dream night! Before the game, most people were bullish on Barcelona, which is no surprise because the opponent is Barcelona, one of the strongest teams in the world! I'm afraid that the most loyal and hardcore small-town fans will at most fantasize about the team's small victory. But the truth is, we won, we beat the Catalan side with six goals in a very strong way! ”

"It's a night in a small town! It was also a night for Manuel Pellegrini and, of course, it belonged to Riquelme, it belonged to Tomasson, it belonged to every member of the team......"

"I want to say that this is Fan's revenge battle! Yes, Fan wins! Our king has won! He buried Barcelona's dream of winning the league this season with three goals, and he also buried his past with these three goals! From this day on, our king is completely branded with the mark of the town, he belongs here, as for Barcelona, he has always been just a passerby! ”

"I believe that at this moment, Barcelona fans are resentful of Fan, and I am afraid that they also have remorse in their hearts, but the past is in the past, and Fan is destined to be a piece of jade that they can't get! Fan said before the race that he had waited too long for this day, he didn't want to prove how great he was, he just wanted to get back what he lost! ”

"He, he did!"

The fans were partying, the commentators were chattering about summaries and praises, and Arces was screaming and shouting excitedly.

And Villarreal's players also carnival on the pitch.

Fran cuckoo up, his jersey in his hand, cheering and shaking; Cazorla jumped in place, punching and shouting; Hosiko and several teammates thanked the fans in attendance; Diego. Lopez, who came through Madrid's Castilla academy and is a determined Madridian by nature, has nothing excites him more than beating Barcelona......

Fan Bizhuang and Riquelme stood side by side, watching their teammates and coaches revel, the two looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

"We won, Van ."

Riquelme turned around, spoke softly, and then opened his arms.

"yes, we won. Although it has nothing to do with the championship, I feel like I have won the whole world. ”

Fan Bizhuang nodded in response, also opened his arms, and hugged his friend tightly.

Two people who had had an unpleasant experience in Barcelona, in their own way, with such a victory, completely said goodbye to the past.

"Actually, I don't hate them for a long time. There's nothing to hold grudges about, football is what it is, it's either victory or defeat, it's either happiness or loss. Just try your best to win. Letting go of his embrace, Riquelme said with emotion, "It's so easy, my wish has been fulfilled, and it's time to prepare for another wish." ”

Fan Bizhuang understood the meaning of the other party's words, Riquelme was worried that the resentment in his heart would continue to accumulate, and persuaded himself to let go, he smiled, did not take over the topic, but was interested in another topic: "Another wish? What wishes? ”

Riquelme did not answer directly, but looked at him: "Fan, did you say that next season, we will go to Europe?" ”

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, then nodded clearly, with an indescribable bright and confident smile on his face: "Of course, we will go, and it will definitely not be to play soy sauce!" ”

Riquelme smiled, laughing so heartily.

Fan Bizhuang also smiled, equally cheerful.

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"Fan, congratulations on winning this game! 6:1, oh my God, it's an unbelievable scoreline, to be honest, I can't even dream of it. Can you talk about how you feel at the moment? ”

"Successful revenge, and revenge in such a strong way, do you have anything to say, Fan?"

"After the goal, your celebration was provocative for the BarΓ§a fans. Excuse me, Van isn't there any fear that the league will punish him after the game? Or, is it a sign of lack of respect for the old club? ”

"From today, Van , I think you will be one of the least popular people in Catalonia. What are your thoughts on this? ”

"Fan! Fan ......"

As soon as he stepped off the court, Fan Bizhuang was chased and intercepted by many media reporters, Fan Bizhuang had a cold face, silent, he squeezed through the crowd, refused to be interviewed.

His character has always been to dare to love and hate, and it is not an exaggeration to describe him as "big mouth". But at this moment, he didn't have any interest in making a statement, beating the team that made him unhappy in his memory, he felt that he should be happy, but he just didn't want to talk anymore, especially when he saw the angry and angry eyes and expressions of the Barcelona players leaving, he couldn't mention any interest.

Of course it won't be because of fear, it's not because of sympathy, it's just that I don't want to, that's all.

"Journalists are annoying, aren't they?"

When entering the players' tunnel, Fan Bizhuang stopped, and directly in front of him, someone was waiting for him.

It's Barcelona's captain Puyol, and he's not the only one, and by his side, there's Messi and Bojan, two of his old acquaintances.

Fan Bizhuang didn't say anything, just looked at the three of them fixedly, guessing their intention of waiting here.

Expressing anger? Or do they reprimand him as a way to express their indignation at their "Judas"?

"Journalists have always been like this, whoever wins, who performs better, they will surround like flies." When Fan Bizhuang was thinking, Puyol spoke again, he smiled, but he looked a little reluctant, it seems that the team lost by a big score, and the hope of catching up with the leader Real Madrid is gradually fading, which makes him not in a very good mood, "Of course, you should get used to it, after all, you are the best rookie king this season." Although the season is not over yet, no one will disagree with this. ”

Fan Bizhuang didn't know whether the Barcelona captain's praise was sincere or sarcastic, and he was not interested in knowing, so he nodded, raised his feet and prepared to leave.

"Don't you want to say something, Fan?!"

Messi spoke suddenly, his tone was heavy, low with a hint of anger.

Fan Bizhuang paused and looked at him strangely: "I can understand your feelings when you lose, but what I'm curious about is that I don't know what I should say, I'm just a professional player, just do what I should do." ”

"You ......"

The reason is strong, so strong that Messi, including Bojan and Puyol, are speechless.

Indeed, if from a competitive point of view, Fan Bizhuang's approach is understandable, professional players are all about giving their all, and every minute of hard work is worthy of every euro cent salary. But is that really the case? Is Fan Bizhuang really going all out for the word "career"? If it is not "hatred" in his heart that is pushing, it is estimated that only a fool would believe it.

Messi opened his mouth, but finally didn't say anything, just glared at Fan Bizhuang hatefully, turned around and left.

Bo Yang also left, he suddenly felt that Fan Bizhuang was very strange, although he was also strange before, but not as cold as he was now, so cold that people could not approach.

"Next time, we'll beat you! I will defeat you too! We will give you all the humiliation you have inflicted on us! ”

This is the "cruel words" that Bo Yang left before leaving.

Fan Bizhuang touched his nose and smiled. No matter how you look at this scene, it is a bit like the plot on TV, when the villains are beaten away by the protagonist, they will say cruel words, the green mountains do not change, the green water flows forever, let's see you in the rivers and lakes and so on.

Van Bizhuang didn't care, he looked at Puyol, waiting for the Barca captain's words.

"It's good to be young, hot-blooded and energetic." Puyol sighed like this, and it was clear that this sentence was not to praise Fan Bizhuang, but to the two youngsters who left.

Fan Bizhuang did not say.

Puyol didn't say more, he took off his shirt and handed it over: "I just want to exchange it." After all, you used to be part of La Masia, maybe we won't be able to fight together in the future, but at least ......"

Puyol shook the jersey in his hand: "Just take it as a souvenir." ”