From the morning when he was in bed, Messi felt something unusual today. The flower magpie outside the bathroom window sang a song at himself, and after showering, Messi suddenly found himself in the mirror. All these make Messi in a good mood, and always feel that what is going to happen today.

　　

　　At this moment, although Messi has not yet scored under the turbulent offensive, but it is very comfortable to touch the ball under his feet, the game feels very good. But in the eighteenth minute, Messi couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

　　

　　 teammates looked at Xiaomi Lito, his eyes were full of wickedness, and Xiaomi bowed his head inferiorly, avoiding the anger in everyone's eyes. At this time, Messi saw Zhuo Yang walking towards Milito, and raised the hand that fanned Marcos's mouth from afar.

　　

　　Messi wanted to run over and grab Zhuo Yang, but he didn't move under his feet, because he wasn't sure if he could pull it. If Zhuo Yang didn't give him a face, it would be very ugly.

　　

　　 Abidal also saw Zhuo Yang's move. He was urgently considering whether Zhuo Yang should move towards Xiao Milito if he should give a punch, because he determined that he was not Zhuo Yang's opponent.

　　

　　Milito was very nervous. He knew that he was the first person to offend Zhuo Yang in the team for the No. 18 jersey. Moreover, Zhuo Yang has invited everyone in the team to eat for the past six months, but he never greeted himself. If Zhuo Yang now draws his two slaps to vent his anger through the stubble of losing the ball by mistake, no matter what happens after the fight, Zhuo Yang or Zhuo Yang, but his little Milito is over.

　　

　　 Zhuo Yang's raised arm quickly fell, grabbing Xiao Milito's shoulder.

　　

　　 "Xiaomi, good, you have to dare to control the ball in the back line. You don't blame you for losing the ball, who hasn't walked the back words?" Zhuo Yangle said huh.

　　

　　 "Fuck, Zhuo Yang, aren't you satire me?"

　　

　　 "I'm full!" Zhuo Yang said: "Guess who should blame for losing the ball?"

　　

　　 "...blame who?"

　　

　　 "blame your fellow! Blame Leo Messi." Zhuo Yang yelled at Messi after the words: "Leo, are you okay? You can't go in for a long time, are you undercover?"

　　

　　 "Give, give, give..." Messi smiled happily. "Don't worry, today I anticipate that I will score."

　　

　　 "Okay! Is this what you said? If you can't enter two, let Xiaomi tear you apart."

　　

　　 "Two...no problem! Leave it to me."

　　

Zhuo Yang shook Xiao Milito's shoulders and shook: "Have you heard? Throwing the ball is a fart, we have Leo, just hit it back. But today our tactics require three lines to dare to control the ball, you well-done."

　　

"Everyone! You are all the old rivers and lakes on the court. You can definitely see that Arsenal are not the same today, so don't worry about the mistakes behind. Let's break in the two of them ahead. Continue to play according to the tactics and rhythm just now. Can be won."

　　

　　 Two central defenders, one guest and one perpetually guarding the drinking fountains. There are no substitutes on the bench. Zhuo Yang can't let mutual grievances and mistrust spread on the back line, otherwise it will be a bad thing.

　　

　　 Zhuo Yang walked away, and Xiao Milituo felt relieved a lot. Toure patted Xiao Mi's shoulder and said to him: "Zhuo Yang...... It's a good person." After he finished, he glanced at Abidal.

　　

　　Because the score situation was superior and the central defender was a little worried, Guardiola arranged a better defensive Abidal on the left back today. Maxwell, who is good at attacking, sat on the bench.

　　

　　 stabilized the military, Barcelona continued to maintain a dominant ball control advantage, and immediate results.

　　

　　In the 21st minute, Zhuo Yang took the ball forward again, encountered Vermaelen's block and pushed it diagonally to Messi. The two played the monkey walk at a distance of less than five meters.

　　

　　Messi passed the ball from Silvester's crotch back to Zhuo Yang. Zhuo Yang pretended to take a long shot to guide Krishna and then passed from Sylvester's crotch to Messi. At this moment, the French feel that their crotch is an expressway tunnel without charge.

　　

　　Messi's left foot pocket in the top arc shot straight into the dead end of the goal, 1:1, the total score was 4:3.

　　

　　Zhuo Yang didn't play much in Barcelona, ​​but the discerning people can still see the difference between him and Harvey in controlling the midfield. Harvey's rhythm and passing are more Spanish, with exquisiteness in the splendid. Zhuo Yang is more magnificent, swaying freely and full of charm.

　　

　　 30-year-old Harvey and 31-year-old Pirlo were two of the most outstanding technical organizations in the football world. Harvey slightly outperformed the pass and threatened Pirlo's control of the rhythm. Zhuo Yang's study of rhythm is the way to follow Pirlo. After all, he stayed intimately for three years.

　　

　　In the face of the media "Which do you think Pirlo and Harvey are better", Zhuo Yang said that the two are equal, but he gave Pirlo the title of "Old Midfielder Artist".

　　

　　 Zhuo Yang is no less than Pirlo in rhythm control, and he does not need a special person around him to **** himself. In terms of passing threats, Zhuo Yang and Harvey have different styles. He is not as fast as Harvey, but he is better at calculating and more accurate.

　　

　　That is to say, Zhuo Yang surpassed Harvey in terms of the overall ability in the position of the lower back, but if Harvey is placed on the bench, it will also appear to be violent. Harvey's level is sufficient for Barcelona, ​​and Zhuo Yang can further improve the team's offense and defense.

　　

　　Harvey could not suppress Rosicky and Nasri by himself, but Zhuo Yang could.

　　

　　In the 31st minute, Zhuo Yang dared to persecute high position, and resolutely stepped back Rosicky step by step to become a full-back. However, Zhuo Yang did not spare this'pseudo-mozart'. In front of Zhuo Yang, whose piano fame is no less than that of football~lightnovelpub.net~Who dares to call himself Mozart in football? No matter how thick the face is.

　　

　　Rosicky was so thin-skinned that he didn't go to fight with Zhuo Yang for a short period of time, and he hurriedly kicked the football across to Sylvester. Not only the sinkhole, but also undercover, Sylvester took the ball in the other direction and directly gave it to Busquets, which shocked Xiao Bu himself.

　　

　　 Next time you can work with your eyes closed! Xiao Busun gave Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang passed the ball diagonally, Messi went straight, and the skillful routine.

　　

　　Messi near the penalty spot directly pushed the ball without stopping, and the football should hit the net. 2:1, the total score is 5:3, I am afraid that Arsenal themselves think that hope is just an illusion.

　　

　　Messi, who scored twice, said happily: "When you speak, I will enter two and enter two."

　　

　　Xiaomi Lito was really relieved at this time, and he looked at Messi with some gratitude. Zhuo Yang made the captain's armband for Messi: "Captain May, two of them may not be enough. Haven't you got a hat-trick in the Champions League yet? Let's get one today!"

　　

　　Messi looked at the twittering Zhuo Yang and remembered the magpie on the branch outside the window in the morning.