Trailing the D team 0-2?!

Pep Guardiola looked at the pitch with a blank face, and no one knew how he was feeling at the moment.

No matter how brilliant he is leading the team at Barcelona, this battle will surely become a stain on his life, a stain that cannot be washed away.

The game resumed, and under the aggressive pressure of Santa Málaga, Barcelona moved the football to the back, and they still pursued possession.

They have to keep the football firmly under their feet.

Of course, they also hope that this will attract the opposition midfielders and increase the attacking space.

Santa Málaga remained unmoved, still hoarding heavily in the midfield.

Time passed quickly between passes from Barcelona players to the ball.

"San Malaga!"

"San Malaga!"

"San Malaga!"

Santa Málaga supporters from all over the country shouted loudly and encouraged them to keep the score until the end of the match.

At this moment, the official Barcelona network is about to be paralyzed.

Real Madrid fans attacked wantonly, and even Barcelona fans joined in.

……

At the Camp Nou, Messi and Xavi in the VIP seats were wearing masks and looking at the pitch.

In the 45th minute of the second half, Barcelona once again had a good chance to score, playing a wonderful one-two on the right side of the penalty area, and Iniesta shot from inside the box.

The ball flew like an arrow over MiG's right toe towards the goal post!

Between the lightning and flint, the football flew out of the bottom line against the column!

Santa Malaga is on the run again!

The group of reporters on the sidelines sighed: Lady Luck stood in the goal of San Malaga tonight, and Barcelona could only despair.

In the remaining minutes of stoppage time, Santa Malaga completely abandoned the midfield, retreated and set up a bus in the box.

Barcelona is like a lion facing a hard turtle shell, and they can't find a place or opportunity to put their mouths.

"Tick! Backbite! Backbite! ……”

Two short and one long whistles sounded, and the game was over!

The Málaga TV commentator shouted: "It's over!"

Two to zero!

Santa Malaga beat Barcelona at Camp Nou!

The match set a number of records, as Barça lost at home to a D team for the first time and Barcelona were scored by a D team for the first time......"

The Barcelona Sport commentator said in a voice devoid of emotion: "The game is over.

On this strange night, Barcelona, which was hit by the flu, seemed to be cursed, and repeatedly missed goals.

Santa Málaga, on the other hand, managed to make up for two goals.

It was a humiliating failure. ”

When the whistle blew at the end of the game, Santa Malaga thundered with joy and Liag knelt on the turf and cried like a child.

Li Chuanqi knew what he felt in his heart, and silently accompanied him.

Pablo walked over, hugged Li Chuanqi first, and then hugged Liag, patted him on the shoulder and comforted: "Cry, cry......"

The heartwarming scene was quickly broken by an over-excited Santa Málaga supporter, who jumped onto the pitch from the stands to pose for a photo with the Santa Málaga players.

Goal-scorers Lee Chuanqi and Liag became the center of these supporters.

Nima, this is a fierce man who broke through the Barcelona goal.

Who else does it?

They are the heroes of D-level football.

"Lee, can you give me this jersey?"

A supporter in his twenties made the request after posing for a photo with Mr. Lee.

"No way!"

When Li Chuanqi was thinking about whether to give it, a crisp voice sounded beside them.

Sister Li Xiaofeng stopped the "tragedy" in time.

"You want a jersey, he wants pants, socks, sneakers, do you want him naked?"

So...... Li Xiaofeng said solemnly to her brother: "Take a group photo, take a group photo, and none of the other unreasonable requests can satisfy them!" ”

She pointed to her jersey, shorts, and sneakers and said, "Nothing is missing, you have to take it home!" ”

Seeing his brother nodding, Li Xiaofeng pulled Yaiza with satisfaction and took the notebook to find the San Malaga player to sign autographs.

Li Chuanqi thought about the picture that his sister said...... It's horrible.

He shrugged at his supporters: "My sister is right, you don't want me to leave Camp Nou like that." ”

The supporters knew that their request was a bit excessive, so they immediately turned over this article and said to Li Chuanqi: "Now that you have half the success, you must resist it in the next round."

I hope to see you in the finals! ”

Li Chuanqi high-fived him: "Then, see you in the final!" ”

……

"You go and remind Brother Ling, you can't give anything away, it's all money."

Li Xiaofeng whispered quickly in Yaisa's ear: "Think about it, in such a commemorative game, any item will be worth a lot of money.

Even if it's a pair of socks...... It's worth a lot of money! ”

Yaisa's mouth opened slightly, looked at her and asked, "This is the reason why you didn't let your brother give the jersey to the fans?!" ”

Li Xiaofeng hurriedly covered his mouth, and quickly looked left and right, and was relieved when he found that no one was paying attention to them.

"Shh

"We just need to know it ourselves."

She whispered in Jaisa's ear, "Remember, tell your brother later, and ask him to collect more jerseys or something."

Did you hear that? ”

Yaisa, who was covered by her, could only nod aggrievedly and helplessly.

Li Xiaofeng let go of her hand in embarrassment, and the two little Loli began to discuss the plan to make a fortune in a low voice.

……

After the game, Guardiola was immediately surrounded by reporters.

Guardiola didn't say anything and left the pitch under the protection of the stadium's security.

The Barcelona players also left the stadium quickly, and Iniesta was very "unlucky" to be blocked by several reporters.

The heart of Barcelona's midfield had to be interviewed by reporters while moving towards the dressing room.

"Is the flu affecting your condition?"

"There are factors for that, but the main thing is that we are not able to take advantage of opportunities."

"What do you think was the main reason for Barca's defeat tonight?"

'For the same reason I said, we missed too many chances and the opponent had a strong ability to take them, so we lost in the end.

"How would you rate the other person's performance tonight?"

"Well, it's my first time playing against a D-League team, so there's no way to compare."

Iniesta made it clear that he had to deal with the reporters, and when he lost the game, no one was in a good mood.

Not to mention that they lost to a D-division team.

This is bound to become a joke for the wealthy.

It is conceivable that tomorrow the European media will definitely mock Barcelona.

Thinking of this, Iniesta was in no mood anymore, and quickened his pace to get rid of the reporter and rush into the players' tunnel.