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Chapter 1529: Chapter 430: Not a Fan of the Away Goals Rule

”To be honest, the professor hasn’t let go of his captains lightly these past few years, trading one away each year starting with Vieira.”

”That’s different, though, the others were all getting old, Fabregas is still so young.”

”Feels like we’re in for another summer drama, Fabregas is so outstanding and still a target for Real Madrid. Barcelona has no reason not to bring him back to Camp Nou, even if only to hit back at their rivals.”

”Damn, that’s just too much. Denilson said in an interview that he lacks leadership, yet the professor strongly supports him.”

”Who knows, we’ll see the results this summer.”

The second half has already gone over 25 minutes, yet neither side has scored a goal.

Guardiola chooses to sub in Balotelli for the goal-scoring youngster Bojan, to enhance front-line pivot ability.

Modric receives the ball but gets tangled up by Toure again.

Yaya Toure is outstanding in all aspects of midfield play, his physique is as strong as his brother Kolo Toure when he was young.

Modric’s first control of the ball fails to shake him off, hesitating to try again as Toure sticks close.

”Give me the ball!”

As Modric turns to pass to the left, he hears a shout behind him.

Modric performs a heel kick to find Ramos.

Ramos doesn’t stop, immediately pushing forward.

Huang Kaiwen has appeared in the right midfield area.

Seeing him take the ball, Guardiola jumps and rushes to the sidelines yelling, ”Stop him, foul if necessary!”

Toure catches up, low on balance, not daring to extend his foot easily.

No longer having the confidence of using his physique to bully Modric moments ago.

Huang Kaiwen nudges the ball to the left with his right foot, Toure follows slightly, and Huang Kaiwen quickly passes the ball back to the right with his left foot.

Fried meatballs!

The move is subtle but effective.

This back-and-forth leaves Toure unable to quickly regain his balance.

Huang Kaiwen carries the ball slanting towards the middle past Toure.

Huntelaar pushes forward quickly, leaving Gabriel Milito hesitant to vacate his area.

Gabriel Milito knows, once he moves away leaving an opening, Huang Kaiwen will immediately pass the ball.

Drogba is also charging forward.

Having missed several chances today, he’s bottling up frustration.

Piqué glances at Busquets and takes initiative to meet Huang Kaiwen.

Huang Kaiwen pulls the ball with his right foot, dribbling across the big penalty area line, Piqué rushes to Huang Kaiwen.

Bang——

Before Piqué reaches, Huang Kaiwen steps on the arc top and swings his left foot.

The ball flies out before Piqué reaches Huang Kaiwen, failing to block this long shot.

Valdes dives, but with a thud in his heart, realizing the ball’s trajectory is higher than he anticipated, leaving him no way to stop it, only able to watch it slam into the junction between the post and crossbar.

Another one,

Total score 4:3!

”Shush!”

”Shush!”

”Shush!”

Boos resonate through the Camp Nou Stadium into Barcelona’s night sky.

Barca fans have completely abandoned the dignity of a big club.

Just wanting to vent.

Vent their dissatisfaction with the team’s performance, and fear of potential elimination.

This scene repeats over and over.

Apart from the UEFA Champions League title won under Cruyff, they haven’t secured a second one.

Barcelona entered several Champions League finals, only to have that number ten steal their trophy each time.

Now Barca fans don’t even know if they hate Real Madrid more or the person who once wore Real Madrid’s number ten.

”Kevin!!!”

”Kevin Goal!”

”GoalGoalGoal!”

”An unbreakable world-class shot, an absolute dead corner!”

”Facing Kevin, even what some media call the unbreakable pass-control, the standard template of modern football in Barcelona, all they can opt for is trying to delay as much time as possible.”

”When Kevin wasn’t back with the team, they managed a victory at Stamford Bridge, but they knew it was only because Chelsea didn’t have Kevin.”

”The first half of the match reminded them well, who is the true victor at Camp Nou.”

”Barcelona might seize temporary victories while Kevin’s absent, but ultimately, victory belongs to Chelsea, and Chelsea belongs to Kevin!”

”Instead of thinking about how to eliminate Chelsea, Guardiola should ponder on what to say at the post-match press conference after losing.”

Huang Kaiwen scores, doesn’t celebrate, immediately runs back.

The entire Chelsea team shares the same demeanor.

They are aware time is short, can’t afford wasting it.

Mourinho has his hands in his pockets, standing coolly at the sideline.

The agitated Guardiola cannot sit still in the coaching seats, rushes to the sideline shouting, ”Tactical discipline, pay attention to tactical discipline. I reminded you during halftime, whether scoring or controlling the ball better, don’t let Chelsea score. If a three-goal lead gets overturned, we’ll all become laughingstocks, damn it, I even consider going to Brazil to invite Denilson, at least he knows how to waste time.”

Guardiola frantically pats his forehead.

He feels his team is already rather excellent, very impressive, his ideal team.

In terms of tactics and every aspect, he’s quite satisfied.

Yet such a strong team still can’t win, it’s ridiculously absurd!

Guardiola doesn’t even know how to change to achieve victory.

Facing a Chelsea with Huang Kaiwen, it’s as if his team’s previous triumphs in La Liga and UEFA Champions League are illusions, easily defeated casually by Barcelona.