(The referee's name was written incorrectly in the previous chapter. The referee should be Stark, who was also a German referee.)
"How is it?" Li Ang asked the team doctor, Lucatli, with a cold face. He was worried about Carlos's injury.
"There shouldn't be any fractures," Lucatli said. "But I suspect it's a bone fracture."
Li Ang frowned, but he breathed a sigh of relief. If it was just a bone fracture, he could still make it in time for the Champions League final if he recovered well.
"Even if he recovers in time, Carlos won't be able to play in the final." Banderas said worriedly. Carlos was shown a red card by the referee, Stark. According to FIFA's regulations, a direct red card would not only result in a one-game suspension, but also an additional punishment.
"This time, the UEFA must give an explanation," Li Ang said coldly. He gritted his teeth and looked ferocious.
"Let Mai Kong warm up," Li Ang said to Banderas. Carlos was sent off, so a substitution had to be made.
*****
On the field, Barcelona had a penalty kick.
Eto 'o stood at the penalty spot.
"This is our chance to score a penalty kick and narrow the gap. Then we still have time. Their Carlos has been sent off," Catalonia's commentator shouted.
The referee, Stark, whistled.
Eto 'o ran up, changed his speed, and shot.
César was deceived by Eto 'o's change in speed and made a save in advance. Then Eto' o easily pushed in the opposite direction and the football rolled into the net.
"Goooooaaaaal!" Barcelona's live commentator roared crazily, "Eto 'o! We scored! We scored. There's still time. Barcelona is still alive! We're still alive! "
A frenzied storm broke out in the stands of Camp Nou. The Barcelona fans screamed and cheered wildly. They saw hope for their team's comeback.
"Barsa!"
"Barsa!"
"Barsa!"
The entire stadium looked like it was about to explode.
"This scenery belongs only to Camp Nou!" Catalonia's commentator exclaimed, "Inter Milan are celebrating too early. Barcelona is invincible. We are the tenacious Barcelona! We are the invincible Barcelona! We are the great Barcelona … "
*****
With a goal back and a numerical advantage, Barcelona's morale was greatly boosted. They then launched a frenzied attack on Inter Milan's goal.
Li Ang stood up from his seat. He also smelled danger from Barcelona's storm-like offensive.
At this moment, Mai Kong had finished his warm-up.
"When you get on the field, you will play as the right back. Zanetti will play as the defensive midfielder. You and Montari will form two defensive midfielders!"
Mai Kong nodded.
"Although we may be more passive, I need you to create pressure on Barcelona's players from the right flank!" Li Ang continued, "Tell Zanetti to pay attention to your position when you go up."
"Tell Montari that his current task is to protect the midfield. Carlos is not on the field. It's time for him to play his role as an interception!"
Mai Kong's face was dignified. He was now in a critical situation. Manager Li Ang did not choose to send a kid like Toni Kroes, but sent him instead. He was a little excited.
"Go!" Li Ang patted Mai Kong on the shoulder.
*****
Inter Milan requested a substitution. Mai Kong came on as a substitute and Diego Milito was replaced.
Despite Li Ang's substitutions, Inter Milan seemed to be very passive in the face of Barcelona's fierce attack.
Barcelona's fierce offensive pressured Inter Milan so much that they could not lift their heads for a while. Muntari now returned to the backfield to participate in the defense and formed a double defensive midfielder with Zanetti, barely resisting Barcelona's frenzied attacks.
In terms of offense, the Inter Milan Team really could not take advantage of them for half a day. Barcelona's players seemed to be collectively injected with stimulants. Their players were in every position. Every pass was always accurately delivered to the feet of their teammates. Every shot seemed to penetrate the goal guarded by César. Barcelona was a very strong offensive team. Once such a team went crazy, it would be quite scary. Barcelona was currently in this state of excitement.
"What a f * * king bastard …" Li Ang cursed fiercely on the sidelines.
He still held a grudge against the referee Stark's stupid decision.
As for the fact that Barcelona did not interrupt the game and chose to continue attacking when Carlos was injured, Li Ang did not want to say much. This was completely in line with Barcelona's usual style. And in terms of the rules, Barcelona was only morally wrong, but there was no problem with the rules.
*****
Li Ang's eyes flashed with a cold light. He was going to concede the goal sooner or later.
He walked to the sidelines and shouted the name of the team captain, Zanetti, and made a gesture to press out to attack. He must put pressure on Barcelona's defensive line. Otherwise, the rear defensive line will have problems sooner or later.
After Messi's beautiful spike, he suddenly moved sideways and raised his leg to shoot!
The football was blocked by Mai Kong's outstretched leg and fell to Henry's feet. The former Arsenal captain followed up with a shot. However, the shot was not threatening and was held by César.
"Press up!" César held the football and shouted at his teammates, "Press up! I don't want to be known as the busiest person! "
He was the goalkeeper. He could see the clearest from the back and felt the greatest pressure. It was definitely not the way to defend.
César then threw the football out with great force.
*****
Mai Kong had just taken the ball when Gabriel Milito came over to snatch it. Barcelona's attack was very fierce. Their two full backs were now the side midfielders.
Mai Kong's body resisted. He turned sideways and seemed to be about to change direction. After causing Gabriel Milito's center of gravity to shift, he suddenly turned around, accelerated, and dribbled the ball forward.
Gabriel Milito subconsciously pulled Mai Kong's jersey.
Stark had to whistle for such an obvious foul. When the whistle sounded, Mai Kong quickly sent the ball out.
Montari received the ball. He took two steps forward and passed it to the captain, Zanetti!
Yayaturay came over to defend against Zanetti.
After Zanetti looked like he was going to pass the football to his teammate next to him, he suddenly took the football first. He suddenly dribbled the ball and forced a breakthrough!
Yayaturay stuck his body close to Zanetti to force him to slow down.
However, Yayaturay was surprised to find that he could not stop the old Argentine guy alone. He hurriedly beckoned to Marcos to come up and help.
A scene that made the Inter Milan fans' blood boil appeared: their old captain, Javier Zanetti, seemed to be ten years younger. Yayaturay on the left and Marcos on the right. The two men, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded Zanetti. However, they still could not stop Zanetti from dribbling the ball forward.
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