Football: The National Football Team Mistaken Me, And I Went To Barcelona To Become The King Of The

"Ye Lingfeng scored another goal! This is MYN! Barcelona's strong striker in the new season! This is a wonderful team goal!"

In the Longguo Broadcasting Studio, Zhan Jun looked excited!

He Wei sighed: "This striker is especially powerful in the counterattack! Every part of them has excellent personal ability!"

"Messi's exquisite organization and dribbling, the horse's spiritual breakthrough and escape"

"The most important thing is Ye Lingfeng's super dominance as a center! He always wears the most defenders, but creates the most fierce killing intent! He is a genius born to score goals!"

"Who on earth on this planet can really limit his offense?"

Zhan Jun took a deep breath: "Barcelona leads 2-0 at home and the total score is 5-1! There is no suspense in the game!"

"Friends in the audience, you have to understand one thing... This is Atletico Madrid, known as the iron-blooded team! Last season, Atletico Madrid only conceded 31 goals in 38 league rounds, and the average conceded rate was only 0.8!"

"But in these two home and away matches in the Spanish Super Cup... Ye Lingfeng has already broken through the gate of Courtois five times alone! Atletico Madrid's strong defense is completely destroyed in front of the absolute offensive talent !"

Dragon Kingdom Live.

The scoring video continues to play back on the screen.

The barrage in the live broadcast room surged!

-【Chained defense, diamond cut... that's it? Simeone's iron-blooded defense has become a joke!】

-【The horse lost the assist! That rainbow is so beautiful!】

-【The personal strength of Atletico Madrid's defense is really worrying! Godin can't stop Ye Lingfeng's footsteps with such an exaggerated hug...】

-[Atletico Madrid's defense relies on teamwork! Among the teams that are good at pressing high positions, Klopp's Dortmund is the one that excels in individual combat!]

-【Ye Lingfeng, what kind of physical fitness is this? Godin is a big guy who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, and even foul methods can't stop him!】

-【Have you not gotten used to it yet? Ye Lingfeng has played less than ten games in his career, but the scene of eating a guard raw can be a highlight!】

-【It's so fucking scary, he doesn't eat children, does he?】

The huge Camp Nou stadium.

The three sides of the stands continued to sound endless waves of cheers!

The Barcelona fans clapped each other excitedly.

Right above the grandstand, a corner of the winning banner that had been prepared for a long time was rolled out!

On this early autumn night, Barcelona fans can't wait to celebrate their first championship of the season!

"Vamos Barca!!"

"Vamos Barca!!"

"Ye! Ye! Ye!!"

"Ye! Ye! Ye!!"

Shouts came from the auditorium one after another!

Fans shouted Ye Lingfeng's name and waved their team flags wantonly!

Ye Lingfeng on the court hugged left and right.

They hugged Messi and the horse from left to right and rushed to the auditorium!

A group of Barcelona teammates also cheered and followed behind!

The resident reporters on the sidelines hurriedly adjusted the cameras.

Focus the camera on the scene where the three celebrate!

There have never been many striker tridents that can sweep the football world.

Barcelona's striker combination has shown its sharpness in less than a month of the new season!

"You must not know how many goals MYN's center has scored in the new season!"

A reporter admired the photos just taken in the camera, and excitedly asked the colleagues beside him!

"12 goals! He's already scored 12 goals!!"

The reporter's eyes were full of fiery looks, "If he can maintain this efficiency, what about Ronaldo? What about Van Basten? He will be the strongest striker in the new era!"

courtside.

Enrique excitedly waved his arms towards the stands behind the fans.

Simeone not far away glanced at the time.

With a gloomy face, he turned his head and entered the player channel!

Burgos sighed and stayed where he was.

There was not much time left in the first half.

The suspense of winning the Spanish Super Cup this season was almost completely killed by Ye Lingfeng's two goals!

With a 1-5 big score disadvantage, I want to complete a comeback at the Nou Camp...

It's like doing the miracle of Yi Sitanbul all over again!

"Hey! My assists are gone again! You guys will pay me for a goal in the future!"

Facing the noise of the fans, Maer winked at Ye Lingfeng and Messi.

Messi laughed endlessly: "How is one grain enough? We will work together to score countless goals"!"

Busquets covered his mouth and whispered: "Hey, we scored 5-1! Can we start celebrating the championship early?"

After the words fell, Puyol walked over with a serious face.

Ye Lingfeng raised his eyebrows: "You should ask Ancelotti about this! He is very familiar with things like opening champagne at midfield!"

The Barcelona bench burst into laughter.

Puyol patted Busquets on the shoulder earnestly: "If you score twice in the half like Ye, I won't stop you from celebrating in advance!"

After half an hour.

The little time left in the first half passed quickly.

․ Beep! Beep w

The referee then blew the whistle to signal the end of halftime!

The Camp Nou burst into cheers again!

Diego Costa cursed and took off his jersey and covered it over his head.

Villa deliberately avoided Busquets who wanted to come over to talk to him, and quickly disappeared at the end of the player channel.

In the stands near the player tunnel, the fans still did not forget to boo the controversial former Barcelona player!

Godin kept moving his arms, relieving the pain in various parts of his body after fighting Ye Lingfeng.

Gabi took off the captain's armband and stuffed it into his pocket, looking tired.

All Atletico Madrid staff up and down, the atmosphere is low in October!

"Carles, replace Bartra in the second half... We are already far ahead! I am still worried about your knee injury!"

The team doctor followed closely beside Puyol.

After a famous scene in the first half where he risked his life to block the hole of the gun, Puyol's team doctor sweated again for his injury!

Puyol sighed softly: "Look at what the head coach meant... At the end of the first half, I did feel some discomfort in my knee again."

Puyol is now at the end of his career!

Although the iron-blooded will on the field is still alive.

But plagued by injuries and age, the Barcelona captain has come to the end of his career!

Xavi put his arms around Puyol's shoulder: "My Carles, you can trust Bartra and them! We also have Mascherano, Montoya..."

Puyol smiled: "Fortunately, our striker is strong enough! Even though our defense often suffers from illness...but with Ye Ye in the frontcourt, our pressure will not be too great!"

The locker room at halftime.

Simeone paced back and forth in the middle of the dressing room.

Atletico Madrid players slumped silently in their respective positions.

"Diego, what should you say..."

Burgos hesitated to speak.

Hearing this, Simeone stopped walking back and forth.

Silently looked around the Atletico Madrid players around.

The atmosphere in the locker room is extremely gloomy!

"Our style of play is alright, we just ran into a guy who is difficult to study! Atlético last played in the Spanish Super Cup 30 years ago, so we have nothing to lose!"

Simeone raised his hand, "Don't worry so much! Do what you have to do! If you can't defend Leo, defend Messi." If you can't defend Messi, defend Barcelona's other players. Don't let them attack comfortably. victory!"

Gabi nodded slightly: "We are the best defensive team!"

Godin and Turan looked at each other silently.

Courtois on the side suddenly coughed violently.

Costa spread his hands dissatisfied: "What's wrong with you? Are you coughing at this time?"

Miranda hurriedly stopped the two who might have a conflict.

Burgos sighed quietly and walked to Courtois.

"Tebaut, I know you are wronged as a goalkeeper"

Courtois snorted coldly: "Grievance? We are the best defensive team! I am so happy!"

Fifteen minutes flew by.

During the intermission period, the Nou Camp's momentum has not weakened!

The huge banner of winning the championship has been forced to tear apart most of it by the impatient fans.

The characters and patterns with a strong red and blue atmosphere are almost completely revealed!

Players from both sides returned to the field again.

Barcelona took the lead in making substitution adjustments.

Mascherano replaced Puyol.

Xavi showed up on the pitch wearing the captain's armband!

"In this season's Spanish Super Cup, there are only 45 minutes left for the two teams to compete!"

"With a 5-1 lead, the Barcelona fans can't hold back the excitement of celebrating in advance! The stands are already full of red and blue seas!"

In Longguo Broadcasting Studio, Fa and He Wei looked at the splendid Camp Nou through the screen!

Even with a distance of thousands of kilometers, the fiery atmosphere is still fascinating!

He Wei sighed and shook his head: "Ye Lingfeng, who is only seventeen years old, is very likely to win the first championship trophy in his career tonight!"

Zhan Jun looked passionate: "Once successfully won the championship, Ye Lingfeng will also be crowned the best player of this Spanish Super Cup without any suspense!"

"In the two rounds, Ye Lingfeng contributed all the goals of the team for Barcelona! At this age, there is this level of terror, and I can't find any player who can match it!"

"Atletico Madrid fans don't need to be discouraged! This is the first time for the Sheets to participate in the Spanish Super Cup since 1985. Atletico Madrid has done well enough! It's a pity that they met an epoch-making day in the two rounds!"

"In the second half of the game, let us witness the ownership of this season's Spanish Super Cup!"

-[Seventeen years old, hat-trick in the Champions League debut, and five dollars in the Spanish Super Cup...I dare not write like this in a novel!!]

-【Ye Lingfeng also dominated the European Youth Championship! In the future there will be the Copa del Rey, the UEFA Super Cup...and the World Cup!】

-【Speaking of the World Cup, my ass hurts, we used to have Ye Lingfeng! But we lost it again!】

[Forget it, don't hurt others...Although I really hope that Ye Lingfeng can lead the national football team out of the world, but this is not realistic at all! 】

-【Ye Lingfeng is indeed strong, but can he play 1 to 21? Letting him return to the national football team is really hurting him!】

-【How do you guys change faces faster than turning the pages of a book? Didn’t you just want Ye Lingfeng to return to the national football team before?】

-【If he can really come back, who wouldn't welcome it...but it's just a wish!】

on the pitch.

Twenty minutes into the game!

Among the overwhelming momentum of Barcelona fans.

After the kick-off, Atletico Madrid continued their usual style of play!

Continue to use the width of the field in the offensive link, and shrink the formation into an extremely dense area on the wing!

Koke and Turan kept attacking Barcelona's defense from the wing.

Thiago and Gabbi support the weak side of the attacking area.

But compared to this, Barcelona's response is much more calm!

Only Alba and Busquets are left for regional defense.

Mascherano, who was born as a midfielder, often pressed out of the penalty area to harass Costa and Villa.

Barcelona's overall formation is completely dispersed!

In the defensive link, fully avoid the small-scale situation that Atletico Madrid is trying to create.

Naturally disperse the center of gravity of the entire formation!

Timely find the weak side of the Atletico Madrid front and carry out reverse pressure!

Side position.

Koke tried to push the ball forward with Alba's sticking defense!

But Turan, who originally formed a connection with him, was stuck outside the receiving area by Busquets!

As a last resort, Cork could only knock back to Thiago on the side and rear!

Ye Lingfeng greeted him in good time.

Out of the understanding of Thiago in the previous life.

For a long time after the start of the second half, Ye Lingfeng firmly restricted the future 'brain' of Atletico Madrid!

This made Thiago lose his aim every time he made an extremely sharp vertical long pass!

*~This is genius! As a coach, I don't need to teach him how to play football!"

Enrique on the sidelines pointed to Ye Lingfeng and patted Baotaso on the shoulder in a sunny manner.

Baotaso wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Coaching this kind of players, we coaches are also very stressed..."

Enrique shrugged disapprovingly: "What pressure is there? It's too late for me to be happy! This kind of talented player only needs to give him enough trust and the right to fire...We just need to cheer off the court!"

on the pitch.

In the frontcourt of Atletico Madrid, Diego Costa, who has been waiting for an opportunity, is already on the verge of losing control!

"Damn! Where the fuck are you passing the ball?!"

Costa yells at Thiago near midfield!

Not far away, Villa wandered blankly in Barcelona's defense.

Although after Puyol left the field, the newly arrived Mascherano did not focus on the old Barcelona player.

But Villa still seemed lost.

Lost in the shadow of Barcelona's defense!

Costa's cheers gradually became impatient.

Kirk was panting heavily, and his repeated failures on the sidewalk exhausted him a lot!

Gabi tightened the captain's armband, his brows were already furrowed.

After five or six minutes of Atletico Madrid's wing attack to no avail.

Busquets decisively blocked the flank of the midfielder (Wang Zhao).

Turan didn't protect the ball in time.

The ball was taken back by Barcelona again!

The Nou Camp sounded the endless cry!

Fans stood up from their seats.

Watch the time on the big screen above the court!

There is only a little time until the Barcelona fans celebrate winning the championship at their doorstep!

"I look forward to seeing you in the league! To be honest...it is really enviable to have a player like Ye!"

On the sidelines, Simeone forced a smile.

After a simple handshake with Enrique, he walked straight into the player channel!

Burgos looked up at the time and let out a long sigh.

The Atletico Madrid bench behind him was dead silent.

Enrique turned to face the Barcelona auditorium and waved his arms vigorously!

The Barcelona fans responded, and the loud cheers swept to the center of the stadium!

When ninety-two minutes passed...

Injury time ends.

™Beep! Beep! Beep—_"

The referee then blew the whistle for the end of the game!

Deafening cheers suddenly erupted from the auditorium!

A tsunami-like horror tore through the night sky of Camp Nou.

Stand I The blue ocean is churning wantonly!

"Ye! Ye! Ye!! Sue!"

"Ye! Ye! Ye!!!"

Shouts resounded all over the stadium!

The players on the Barcelona bench rushed onto the pitch!

All the players rushed towards Ye Lingfeng at the same time!

Compared to the lonely and decadent Atletico Madrid players.

The entire Barcelona team, from players to coaches, completely vented their joy of successfully winning the championship at this moment!

"2-0 in the second round, with a total score of 5-1, Barcelona won the 2013-14 Spanish Super Cup!!!"

"The trophy has been moved to the sidelines by the staff! Hold the trophy, Barcelona! This is the first championship trophy for the Red and Blues in the new season!!"

"Ye Lingfeng was lifted high by the Barcelona players! He is the well-deserved MVP of this tournament! He scored five dollars in two rounds, and the legendary journey of this talented center continues