Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

Chapter 877 Battle of Catalonia (2)

This is a seemingly reasonable and legal reason, but it has aroused great indignation from Huaxia fans. Many people rushed to Barcelona's official ins to express their protest.

But there are always such weird voices coming out:

"That's right. Why should people arrange games according to China time? This is the rule."

"Liverpool can make a request, Barcelona can of course object, what is there to say?"

"Oh, according to what you say, the whole world revolves around Huaxia? Why are you so big?"

"I don't even look at the virtues of my national team. Is it necessary for others to respect you?"

"Don't watch it if you don't get it. You say you like Lindy while you can't say it. The double standard is 66 for you."

At the same time, an obese figure appeared on the streets of Barcelona.

Shelp was carrying a travel bag with a hamburger in one hand and a Coke in the other: "The prices in Catalonia are too expensive. Sure enough, only McDonald's can achieve the same price in Europe."

As he spoke, he took another bite of the burger, and a small vegetable leaf accidentally slipped from his mouth, sticking to the team emblem of the red and blue jerseys with salad dressing.

After all, his close to 270-pound body makes his chest muscles extremely "developed". This kind of thing often happens when he can't see his shoes.

"Damn it, this is Messi's signature jersey that I have treasured for a long time, damn it!"

While cursing, he reached out to wipe it off, but he never thought that a large transparent oil stain would soon form on the team emblem on his chest, which made him feel distressed for a while.

"Oh!"

A loud noise suddenly exploded in his ears, startling Shelp to take a step back and almost do the flat sand falling wild goose pose.

Not far in front of him, a red team bus was slowly passing by, with the words "you'll never walkalone" printed on both sides of the bus.

This is Liverpool's team bus.

At this moment, a group of fans suddenly poured out from the side of the bus, and they kept lighting the red and blue smoke sticks in their hands.

What's more, I don't know where I got dizzy, and I kept exploding in front of the bus.

The entire street was covered in red and blue smoke, and the driver of the bus could only see a blurred figure one meter away, unable to drive normally at all.

"Ahahaha, feel the welcome of Catalonia. This game is destined to be Messi's stage." Shelp danced happily, completely forgetting the unhappiness just now.

Seeing this, he is not in a hurry to enter the field. Anyway, there are still more than 2 hours, so it is good to see more about Liverpool's predicament.

"Lindy should be in the car too, and you're still trying to change the race time to get more sponsorships for yourself?? I've already seen through it, you mercenary hypocrite!"

While watching the Liverpool bus struggle to move, Shelp bit the hamburger viciously.

After half an hour, the local police finally arrived, but the scene was already blocked.

Unlike the angry Dalglish and restless teammates, Lindy sat alone in the middle by the window with his eyes closed, as if he was not worried about the Barcelona fans outside.

"Lin, why are you still in the mood to rest? We're stuck halfway!" De Gea turned his head and looked anxiously at Lindy's calm appearance.

The same is true for Maguire on the side, with his huge head looking out the window for a while, and looking at his watch for a while, looking restless.

"What's the rush? Barcelona should be the one who is anxious now. If we can't compete on time because of local fans, Barcelona's face will be completely dropped on the ground and they will not be able to lift their heads."

Gerrard also nodded with a smile: "Don't panic, we are from Barcelona. If they are blocked on the streets of Liverpool, we will feel ashamed, and we can't afford to lose."

Henderson leaned up from behind Lindy's chair and asked, "Really?"

Lin Di waved his hands and raised his voice: "Everyone have a good rest, let those guys have a good experience later, what is the Red Army's expedition, no grass will grow!"

Hearing Lindy's last sentence, everyone laughed and felt relieved.

Lindy glanced out the window again. The traffic policeman was sweating profusely directing the traffic, and it seemed that he had accepted the pressure from above.

"Hehe, skills stop here!"

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Camp Nou

Messi bounced the ball as usual, something he does every time he warms up before a game.

But today's warm-up is a bit unusual. Barcelona is occupying half of the stadium, and everyone is doing warm-up training with or without the ball.

But the other half of the stadium was empty, not even anyone on the visiting team bench.

"What are you looking at?" Harvey patted Messi on the shoulder and leaned against him.

"There's still an hour until the game."

Harvey also frowned, "It's probably blocked by fans. I heard that last night, extreme fans quarreled in the hotel where Liverpool stayed. The police tried to drive them away several times without success."

Messi was silent. He didn't know how to express his opinion on this kind of thing. If he insisted on saying something, it might just be "two nests" for those extreme fans. After all, he is not good at swearing.

"Hey, don't worry, when we go to Liverpool, it's probably the same treatment." Harvey thought to himself.

"will not."

Harvey looked at Messi in surprise, and the other party's tone was quite firm.

"How do you know it won't?"

"Diego told me that when I get to Liverpool, he will be there...you see!" Messi jumped up happily and waved vigorously towards the player tunnel.

There, a chubby man with a beard was slowly walking into the stadium accompanied by the CEO of Barcelona Club.

As a generation of football kings, Maradona is treated as a standard "king" wherever he goes, especially in the past half a year through the youth training, which has accumulated a reputation for him, washing away the past xd, alcoholism and other bad habits. negative impact.

Under the operation of the Hull team, a positive, positive, football-loving and caring image for young people was quickly established.

Lindy also opened two charitable funds in Huaxia and Liverpool in the name of Lao Ma to help those needy families who like football.

He didn't want to stand at the front desk and be said to spend money to show off. He had seen that kind of thankless thing a lot in his previous life.

As the old horse walked out of the player channel, the cheers of Camp Nou suddenly sounded.

Before the game, I came to the stadium to meet with the Argentine junior Messi. How can this kind of support make Barcelona fans unhappy.

Of course, if Bailey did this, he might be kicked out on the spot.

"Little Leo, why did you start to grow a beard?" After waving to the fans, Lao Ma quickly walked towards Messi, who is his successor in Argentine football!

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