Huge cheers and screams poured into the ears from all directions.
On the court, Chen Mo, wearing the white No. 24 jersey, was running to guide the midfielder, while constantly moving his head left and right to observe, not only observing the position of the opponent's defense, but also observing the emotions of his teammates.
"The score is too big, does it amplify the pressure..."
The faces of the Barcelona players were either visibly nervous or numb [having lost].
Emotional imbalance will not only affect your mentality, but also your muscle reactions will become slower. After taking in the performance of his teammates, Chen Mo gritted his teeth slightly and said nothing. He just ran more frequently and fought more fiercely.
Once, Bayern's shot from the siege in the penalty area was saved by the goalkeeper. Chen Mo, who was near the center circle, immediately waved for the ball. The Barcelona goalkeeper didn't hesitate and kicked it directly, and it was a quick goal kick!
"Counterattack! Just now, Bayern pressed hard and kicked around Barcelona's penalty area. At this time, the sudden switch of offense and defense caused their defense to be very loose. This is the perfect opportunity for Barcelona to counterattack! Oh! God, what is the goalkeeper passing? ball?!"
"Seeing the high but not the far! This ball is too short and too high! This kind of counterattack can either pass it short to a high-speed player in the midfield to push the ball forward, or it can give a lot of lead time for the players to chase the ball and launch a quick counterattack. Giving this slow high ball will only give Bayern more time to adjust their defense!"
The sudden transition between offense and defense made the commentator excited, but soon he was speechless.
Perhaps it was due to nervousness that the movements were deformed. The goalkeeper's shot was not high and far away, and it didn't even pass half time!
Seeing the ball floating limply, Chen Mo, who was halfway through, had no choice but to stop, take two steps back to adjust his posture and prepare to stop the ball. At the same time, he turned his eyes to try to find the passing space in the frontcourt, and at this moment, a pass passed by his ear. There were rapid footsteps, and Schweinsteiger ran to his side without knowing it, leaping high like a bomber.
"Returning to defense so quickly?!"
Chen Mo's heart sank, and the lightning flashed in his mind. Although Bayern's defense was in chaos at this time, Barcelona's formation also fell apart due to the counterattack. If they were intercepted here, Bayern could directly threaten the goal!
In the flash of lightning, Chen Mo didn't hesitate at all. He used his legs to exert force and jumped vigorously to compete for the top. But unfortunately, he still had a fourteen-year-old body that had not yet entered the development stage. He was seventeen years shorter than Schweinstein. For the same head, the muscle development is far less!
"call--"
Amid the exclamations of the spectators and fans, Schweinsteiger jumped up and hit the ball first with a height that was half a height higher than Chen Mo. However, because Chen Mo took off and occupied his position, the ball was missed. Off the edge!
Chen Mo, who was flying in the air, twisted his neck and saw this scene. Before he could relax, the next second, Schweinsteiger flew diagonally and hit him hard on the cheek!
"pain!"
Severe pain came from his cheek, and Chen Mo's vision went dark. He was like a cement bag being thrown up and fell heavily to the ground.
"Oh my God! Schweinsteiger had a fierce collision with Chen Mo! Oh! Looking at the slow motion, his right forearm pressed on Chen Mo's left cheek! From the camera, you can even see Chen Mo's cheek flesh being hit. Throw it up!"
"Oh my God, the impact was so strong! I hope Chen Mo is okay!"
The commentary broke, and the audience craned their necks to watch. Joseph on the referee's bench even roared to put pressure on the fourth official.
On the court, Messi immediately ran to question him. The confused Schweinsteiger slapped the little flea away, and quickly squatted down and patted Chen Mo on the cheek: "Hey, Chen! Are you okay? What did you do just now? I didn’t expect you to take off!”
"oh..."
His cheeks were sore and his mouth was filled with the smell of rust. Chen Mo, who slowly woke up, put his tongue against his cheek and spat out a mouthful of blood. He sat up, rubbed his chin and said harshly: "It's okay, but... you must want revenge. I'm right! Grandma, hit it so hard!"
"...It's okay."
After hearing the first half, Bastian Schweinsteiger, who was squatting on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief, but when he heard the second part, he was a little speechless and turned to joke: "Actually, you don't have to work so hard at all. You will definitely lose this game. Look at the expressions on your teammates' faces. Their mentality has collapsed. Even a lion cannot lead a group of sheep to win the game. It's actually a pity. I thought I could have a close contest with you."
"Stop talking nonsense! Wait and see if I fuck you and you'll be done with it."
"..."
Chen Mo rolled his eyes at him fiercely, grabbed Messi's hand and stood up under Bastian Schweinsteiger's speechless and appreciative gaze, patted his butt, shook his head and returned to the standing area.
"Oh! Chen Mo stood up, and the referee is asking questions. From the expressions and gestures of the two people, it seems that the problem is not serious!"
"Sure enough, he is a tough fighter, but Barcelona is in a very bad situation now. There are ten minutes left in the first half and the score is 0 to 4. If they enter the halftime break with this score, maybe their morale will be improved. Complete collapse!"
Amid the chirping of the commentator, the game soon restarted. Since Schweinsteiger hit the ball first and did not raise his hand deliberately, he did not receive a yellow card.
Chen Mo's attention was not on the yellow card, and things developed just as Schweinsteiger expected. The already demoralized Barcelona players were even more demoralized after the failed counterattack. The most demoralizing scene occurred in the first half of overtime.
In the overtime period of the first half, when Bayern was somewhat relaxed, Barcelona had a good chance to score.
Messi took the ball and cut in from the right, with Lahm sticking close to him. No. 9 center Garcia helped build a wall on Bayern's defense. After getting rid of Lahm in a one-two, Messi took a long shot from the top of the arc. It's a pity that Barcelona's left winger, who was the king of pestles in the penalty area, didn't lower his body when facing this long shot, and blocked Messi's long shot with his face...
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During the intermission, there was a lot of discussion in the commentary box, and Kakarot seemed very regretful.
"It seems that the Barcelona players have been completely stunned. As a fast horse on the wing, Dana should not have appeared in the middle at that time, let alone seeing his teammates about to kick, he actually stood there in a daze. ! At that time, the Bayern goalkeeper was already out of position. As long as the shot was of a little quality, Barcelona could recover a goal in overtime! Scoring a goal at this time is very important!"
Vegeta nodded: "Indeed, being able to score a goal shows that Barcelona's offensive tactics are effective. It is easier for the coach to make targeted arrangements during the halftime break, and it is easier to boost the team's morale, but... Hey, it's a pity, and now Barcelona's three substitutions have been used up, which is also a very troublesome thing."
"Yeah, let's see how Coach Joseph mobilizes in the midfield later. I hope the Barcelona players can cheer up in the second half. After all, this cup match is a very precious opportunity for the U19 members! Okay, Audiences and fans, we will insert an advertisement next, let’s see you soon!”
The voice of the commentary disappeared, and it was much quieter outside the locker room, but it was not so harmonious inside the locker room.
Center forward Garcia, who encouraged the players for most of the game, couldn't help it. He stood naked to the waist and turned on the hair dryer mode: "Dina! What were you thinking at the time?! Why did you appear in that place?! You Do you think your thin physique can get a chance in the middle?! You are a speedy player, you have to stay wide! Find an open space to get the ball and go down! Do you understand?!"
The voice was loud and the words were merciless. The eyes of the thin white winger Dana burst out with fire, but finally fell silent and turned into despair. He lowered his head and fiddled with his shoelaces.
The other players were equally silent, and the entire locker room fell into a dead silence.
Seeing this scene, Joseph, who was leaning on the edge of the door, shook his head slightly and was about to stand up and say a few words, when a young male voice sounded from the corner of the locker room.
"The adult team only has this kind of mental quality? You deserve to be eliminated from football."
