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Chapter 111 Poor Ferrell [Third update, please subscribe]

When the game reached the 88th minute, Aurelio on the left tried to drop the ball into Barcelona's penalty area.

Cocu headed the ball to clear the ball, but the ball did not fly far.

Deco was on the left rib outside the penalty area. After judging the ball's landing point, he took a shot before Harvey. He quickly turned his back and used his body to block Harvey and the right back Pu who was double-teaming. Joel.

Throughout the whole process, Harvey was entangled behind Deco and even hugged him around the waist, but he still couldn't stop Deco.

By the time the ball hit the ground, Deco had it firmly under his feet.

Dela Pena, who came on as a substitute, came over immediately and was about to form a three-man double-team. Deco skillfully dribbled the ball, quickly turned to face the left side of the court, and suddenly sent a pass with the outside of his right foot. .

The ball passed through the extremely narrow gap between Xavi and Puyol and landed on the left side of the penalty area.

Reyes, who also came on as a substitute, crossed behind Puyol at great speed. After catching up with Deco's pass on the left side of the penalty area, he took a small step forward and narrowly avoided the attack. DeBoer rushed to the baseline with the ball.

Seeing that the ball was about to go out of the baseline, Reyes sent a low cross with his left foot, and he fell off the court.

Reyes' pass was awkward, but the ball was fast and difficult to handle.

Especially when reaching the left side of the small penalty area, the ball is probably at the knee.

At the critical moment, Pandiani showed his keen sense and reaction as a scorer. He crawled forward and rushed out. It looked like he was sliding against the turf, just in time to hit the thunder. This pass from Yes.

The football turned in a direction and folded into the left side of Barcelona's goal.

Faced with such a close header, especially from such a low path, the Barcelona goalkeeper was completely helpless.

"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!"

"Pandiani!"

"Pandiani again!"

"He scored twice and helped Atletico Madrid complete a wonderful comeback at the last moment of the game!"

"2 to 1!"

"My God, Atletico Madrid performed very tenaciously tonight. Even when the game was nearing the end, they had not given up their pursuit of victory. They were still patiently looking for opportunities to attack."

"Barcelona once again conceded a goal at a critical moment!"

After Pandiani scored, he was still lying on the grass, slapping the grass excitedly, but he was quickly crushed by the flying Atletico Madrid players.

……

In front of the visiting team's coaching bench, Yang Hao has been waiting, waiting painfully, waiting painfully...

The moment Pandiani scored, all his anxiety, all the uneasiness, all the expectations, all the excitement, all exploded at this moment.

Yang Hao excitedly used all his strength and waved his fist towards the court, as if he wanted to break all the constraints in front of him and break free of the shackles on his body.

When he turned around, he was directly facing the visiting team's coaching bench, where a group of excited assistants had rushed out, raised their fists high, and shouted loudly in excitement.

But this move was regarded as a provocation by the more than 9 Barcelona fans present.

For a time, the stadium was filled with overwhelming boos, even vaguely mixed with some discriminatory and offensive words.

Especially in the main stand behind the visiting team's coaching bench, the Barcelona fans there even madly insulted Yang Hao and his Atletico Madrid.

But at this moment, Yang Hao no longer cares.

He didn't pay attention to the noise from the Barcelona fans at all. At this moment, his heart was filled with the joy of scoring and the excitement of the reversal. He even wanted to ask Barcelona President Gaspart from a distance in the presidential stand.

I heard that you have to win this game, right?
Haven't you always looked down upon our Atletico Madrid?Sarcasm and satire on our crudeness?

Now, how does it feel to be stepped on by us?

……

"It's outrageous! It's too much!"

"He is provoking! A blatant provocation!"

In the chairman's stand, before chairman Gaspart had time to react, someone from a group of Barcelona fan club directors jumped out and angrily pointed at Yang Hao in the stadium and cursed.

Gaspart took a closer look and saw that it was Laporta, the lawyer of the Blue Elephants Fan Club.

This immediately made the Barcelona chairman swallow the accusations and abuses against Yang Hao that he wanted to blurt out.

Laporta is not a good guy, and he has also coveted the throne of Barcelona chairman for a long time.

But in this summer's presidential election, Laporta knew that he could not elect Gaspart, who was extremely prestigious among the fans, so he chose to stay away.

Everyone knew that this ambitious conspirator was plotting with Cruyff to elect the next president.

Because of this, Laporta has always been extremely active among Barcelona directors.

Just like now.

Gaspart was very depressed. I, the client, haven’t said anything yet. Why are you so excited?
"This is Camp Nou and we are Barcelona. How can we allow this kind of guy to run wild in our palace?"

Laporta's words were unanimously recognized by many directors and members around him.

Being reversed at home is too cowardly, can you bear it?

Gaspart's face turned ugly.

Yang Hao is indeed very hateful, but La Porta is not much better.

"If you ask me, the pig head that threw Figo should be taken over..."

Before Laporta finished speaking, he saw many fans in the stands not far away throwing debris, such as mineral water, towards the visiting team's coaching bench below the stands.Two or three of the bottles were thrown onto the ceiling of the visiting team's coaching bench, but there was still quite a distance from where Yang Hao was standing.

Obviously, they all tried their best.

……

Yang Hao didn't expect that he would be able to enjoy Figo's treatment at Camp Nou.

After the pig head incident against Real Madrid 10 days ago, Camp Nou has now banned fans from bringing such "offensive weapons" into the stadium, but they threw mineral water instead.

This move by the Barcelona fans scared the Atletico Madrid coaching staff who were sitting in the shed, and also caused the fourth official on the sidelines to react immediately.

The security personnel on the side of the stadium stands also immediately ran to the area where the "offensive weapons" were thrown, and quickly identified several "criminal suspects" and took them away from the stands.

Before leaving, they all cursed at Yang Hao below the stands, looking particularly angry.

"Sir, please be sure to record this scene. Camp Nou is too dangerous now. I don't think it is suitable to hold a game at all." Yang Hao said with an "angry" look.

"Hey, Yang, it was you who provoked our fans first..." Ferrer quickly interjected.

"I'm standing in the command area, just standing here, doing nothing, why did I provoke you?" Yang Hao interrupted Ferrell and pointed at Ferrell's feet, "On the contrary, it was you, Watch your position, Mr. Ferrell, you have crossed the line."

Ferrer looked down and almost vomited blood because of Yang Hao's anger, but he could only quickly retreat to the command area of ​​the home team's coaching bench.

"Yang, I have to remind you that some of your words and deeds will make you the most unpopular person at Camp Nou."

Yang Hao spread his hands and shrugged, "I am the head coach of Atletico Madrid. If the fans at Camp Nou like me, that would be a very bad thing. Besides, Mr. Ferrer, how do you know they are here?" If you attack me, are you sure I'm not hitting you?"

As he spoke, Yang Hao pointed to the ceiling of the home team's coaching bench.

Ferrer was immediately anxious. His current performance is indeed very poor, and Barcelona fans do have very strong opinions on him and even complain about him, but they won't throw things at their head coach at home, right?

"How is it possible that the home team's coaching bench and the away team's coaching bench are so far apart?" Ferrer shouted.

"What if those fans admit their mistake?"

"Bullshit, they are not stupid..."

Ferrell saw Yang Hao's disgusting expression that was half-smiling but not smiling, and immediately understood that he was trying to trick him.

In fact, Yang Hao just wanted to say that the fans who smashed the visiting team's coaching bench were idiots.

The fourth official finally figured it out.

On the football field, Barcelona's head coach can't beat Yang Hao.

When it comes to talking nonsense on the sidelines, he is still not as good as Yang Hao.

At the right time, he stood up and coughed twice, signaling Yang Hao to go back quickly. The game was not over yet.

Looking at Ferrer's face, he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood on the spot, and he thought to himself: God, don't offend that Chinese man by anyone in the future.

Poor Ferrell!
……

The game ended with Atletico Madrid reversing Barcelona 2-1!

The moment Ferrer heard the whistle, he was furious.

Losing this game means that Barcelona not only loses 3 points at home, but also stops progressing in the league rankings.

This is definitely not a good thing for Ferrer.

The coaching position, which was already in jeopardy, may collapse in any minute.

It's all that damn Yang Hao's fault!

Ferrell was angry and didn't want to go over and shake hands with Yang Hao at all, because he was afraid that he would not be able to help but do it.

Of course, he is also worried that if he really makes a move and he can't beat him, what should he do?
Wouldn't it be even more embarrassing?
Therefore, he simply sat in the home team's coaching bench and pretended not to know that there was a routine part of shaking hands with the visiting team's coach to say goodbye.

Unexpectedly, if he didn't go over, Yang Hao would touch it on his own.

"Hey, Mr. Ferrer, don't be angry, those fans are like that, why bother with them?" Yang Hao walked over enthusiastically and stretched out his hand towards him.

Ferrell almost jumped with anger.

Am I trying to piss off the fans?
I'm quarreling with you, it's you, bastard!

But in front of everyone, especially if the live broadcast camera could not capture it, Ferrell had to squeeze out a smile even if his heart was bleeding, and reached out to hold Yang Hao's hand.

"Congratulations." The Barcelona coach said through gritted teeth.

"You're welcome, you played very well." Yang Hao grinned.

These words made Ferrell feel a little better.

You have some grace.

But who would have thought that Yang Hao changed the subject, "But we performed even better."

Ferrell's nerves that had just relaxed collapsed again, and he felt a surge of blood rushing from the soles of his feet to the sky. He almost couldn't hold it back, and he was about to go berserk.

The Barcelona coach finally suppressed his anger and resentment, gritted his teeth and said forcefully: "I hope you can still laugh when we meet next time."

Yang Haoman waved his hand nonchalantly, "I hope I can see you again next time we meet."

Ferrer's defense collapsed.

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