Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 492

Pressure from Barcelona's defending champions and Barcelona's 2:0 lead.

It made Manchester City's players a little breathless.

And the thunderous cheers from more than 120,000 Barcelona fans at the Camp Nou continued to put pressure on Manchester City.

Just imagine.

When you stand on the field, hundreds of thousands of people are shouting the names of your opponents and cheering for them.

Facing such a strong opponent.

You are also in a huge lag.

Can you still stay calm and think?

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The game was restarted.

All Manchester City players began to lose their performance.

Low-level defensive running errors and lost balls began to appear frequently.

Stewart had to shout at the sidelines to let the team pull back and stabilize the defense.

On the contrary.

With the morale of the lead, Barcelona's handling of the ball became more comfortable.

"According to the latest stadium statistics."

"Barcelona's ball possession is currently 70%!"

"As for Manchester City."

"From the start of the game till now, their ball possession has dropped to only 30%."

"The ball possession gap is huge!"

"Manchester City needs to stay calm. Only a calm mind can help them gradually regain the rhythm of the game."

"Tao'er, what do you think?"

In the ESPN live broadcast room, when Zhan Jun asked Wang Tao a question, he found that the latter did not respond for a long time. He turned his head and found that Wang Tao was in a daze.

He quickly reached under the commentary table and grabbed Wang Tao's thigh.

"Tear...!"

"Teacher Zhan Jun!"

"In my opinion, the most pressing problem Manchester City needs to solve now is how to find a way to get the ball to the front court under Barcelona's tight midfield interception network!"

"It can be a long pass or a short pass!"

"But."

"Manchester City is not decisive enough in long passes and hesitant in short passes..."

"To put it another way."

"It's the mentality of the team as a whole that has a problem!"

"It's like suddenly changing teams. To put it bluntly, it's like they can't play football anymore."

-[Alas, Tao Ge'er is right. Manchester City is indeed playing worse and worse. It feels like they were kicked by Barcelona. ]

-[What the above person said makes sense. When Manchester City played in the Premier League before, they often relied on their personal abilities to crush the opponent, break through the ball and create chances to score. ]

-[Yes, yes, yes, sometimes Su Fei alone, a one-stop blast in the middle, scored the ball. 】

-【But facing Barcelona, ​​whose personal ability is not inferior to yours, and whose tactics are superior to yours, you panic and lose your composure all of a sudden, and become more and more chaotic. 】

Wang Tao looked at the bullet screen in the live broadcast room and resisted the urge to nod in agreement.

There are still many talented people in the bullet screen of the fans.

He said everything he wanted to say but couldn't say.

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Beep! Beep——

The game came to the 46th minute, and the referee blew the whistle to end the first half, and the score remained unchanged.

Barcelona 2:0 Manchester City.

Stewart had a dark face, waved his hand, and led the players into the player tunnel.

"Wuhu!!"

"Fools from the Premier League, go home!"

"Loser!!!"

"We Barcelona are the best in the universe!"

Until the Manchester City players completely disappeared in the player tunnel, the ridicule from the crazy Barcelona fans gradually stopped.

It turned into cheers and celebrations between each other.

"Haha, look at them."

"They look like they are dying."

"They will regret coming to Camp Nou for the rest of their lives!"

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In the away team's locker room, the atmosphere was very depressing.

Stuart wanted to do something.

To vent his dissatisfaction, he found that the tactical board prepared by Barcelona was the kind that was nailed to the wall.

So.

Today, the unlucky object in the locker room became the small bench.

Stuart kicked the small bench away.

Then he looked at each player fiercely.

"I don't know if it's you playing on the court."

"Or your fellow brothers who look like you are on the court."

"Because of you today."

"Everyone."

"It makes me feel strange."

Stuart did not roar, but suppressed his voice and used a strange metaphor to attack indiscriminately.

The Manchester City players hung their heads and dared not say a word.

After a while.

Stuart began to make tactical adjustments

But as he spoke.

Even his own voice became smaller and smaller.

Because he found that no matter what, it was difficult to mobilize the atmosphere in the locker room today.

This feeling that he had never had before.

It made him feel panic in his heart, and he could only bite the bullet and continue to speak.

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The 15-minute break was gone in a flash.

The players from both sides returned to the court and prepared to start the second half of the game.

The Manchester City players had serious expressions.

On the Barcelona side, Ronaldinho gestured with Messi with interest for a while before returning to his position with a smile.

The opponent's relaxed atmosphere and contemptuous eyes.

Invisibly.

Added another pressure to the hearts of the Manchester City players.

Not long after the start of the second half.

Another goal from Barcelona completely overwhelmed Manchester City.

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The 51st minute of the game.

Barcelona has the ball.

Barcelona's smooth short pass appeared on the field.

The football was pushed forward by Barcelona players all the way.

It passed the center line.

On the left side.

Iniesta and Ronaldinho passed the ball tacitly and tore open Manchester City's left defense.

Ronaldinho dribbled the ball to the left side of the penalty area.

Dribble the ball horizontally.

Came to the top of the penalty area.

Pulling Manchester City's defense.

Then raised his foot, fake shot and pass.

The football was sent to the right side of Manchester City's small penalty area.

There.

The figure of the melancholy Argentine boy appeared.

"Bang!"

Facing the ball, Leo Messi lifted the ball to the far corner and the football easily crossed the goal line.

"GGGG---OOOO---AAAA---LLLL!"

"GGGOOOAAALLL!"

"GOAL! ... Kick-off from the center circle.

2 minutes later.

Su Fei was dribbling the ball in the middle, making a Ronaldo pendulum pass and successfully passing Xavi.

Under Thuram's sideways flying tackle.

He was knocked to the ground.

"Beep!"

When the referee's whistle sounded, Stuart didn't feel anything.

But when he saw Su Fei lying on the ground, frowning in pain, and raising his hand to signal him.

The old man was completely panicked.

He jumped up from the bench with his eyes wide open.

In an instant.

The entire Manchester City team was panicked.

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