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Chapter 585 Half Holland + Half Spain(1/2)

The scene camera was always facing Van Gaal, who looked pale. At this time, his mood must be more messy than the hair on his head. The disciples passed by him one after another, but no one greeted him on his own initiative. The players on the bench had already left, and Rivaldo was the leader.

Harvey was the only one sitting on the bench, carefully organizing his equipment.

The draw made everything worse.

The fans in the stands finally stopped restraining and started to curse.

"What the hell is kicking,"

"Van Gaal is a piece of shit,"

"I didn't make it to the quarterfinals last year, and I still have no chance this year."

"Grass!"

"This guy gets out of here, we will have nothing, nothing this season!"

Although he only played the first leg, Barcelona fans have little hope for the team's prospects.

"Louis, get out of here,"

"Get out of Camp Nou!"

"Get out of Camp Nou!"

Some fans of the earth were so excited that they simply lay on the railing and cursed loudly, asking Van Gaal to get out.

The sound of class being over was so bad that Van Gaal came to his senses, his brows frowned again, and the muscles on his face were shaking wildly.

I don’t know when he started to hate Barcelona fans, maybe it was after New Year’s Day in 2000!

Scream,

I'm still standing here well, I won't be out of class.

The stubborn Van Gaal stood up and stepped firmly into the player's passage...

In sharp contrast to Barcelona fans, Leverkusen fans waved team flags in the stands and shouted the names of the players.

"Zheng!"

"Ronaldinho!"

"Michael!"

Almost every player's name appears in the night sky of Camp Nou.

Camp Nou tonight is too miserable and has become a stage for the joy of Leverkusen fans who have come from afar.

Click,

Click,

Click.

Just as the cheers of Leverkusen fans reached their peak, the stadium suddenly had a power outage, so the lighting opportunity was gone at the same time.

It is probably someone who turned it off on purpose. No matter what, the people of Leverkusen can't let the party here party, right?

“Yo,”

"Stingy Barcelona,"

"It must have been intentional,"

“I don’t want us to celebrate here,”

"Ha ha!"

Barak, who scored twice, roared excitedly.

“Michael,”

"Don't be too excited, we just got a draw."

“There are 90 minutes left in the game.”

Zheng Zhi followed the still-lit player passage and reminded Barack.

"Ah, yes, it's all Ronaldinho who could have won the victory, he was blamed for scoring the goal." After saying that, Barack amplified his voice again, "Ronaldinho, where did you think your luck today went? Did you go to sleep with the Spanish girl secretly last night?"

"Ronaldinho?"

At this time, Ronaldinho was dragging at the end of the team, his two cross-eyed eyes looking up at the starry sky of Camp Nou, with a look of resentment on his face. He also wanted to understand why he was so memorable today?

"Back to home court, I will score! Aww~"

Under the night sky, his mourning came...

...

In the mixed zone, German and Spanish media gathered here, and all Barcelona players refused to be interviewed, and this small stage was finally left to Leverkusen's players.

Michael Barack scored two goals in his own right, and he became a star. He first accepted an interview with the Spanish media "World Sports":

"Michael, what does it feel like to score a second goal at the Camp Nou?"

"great,"

“It feels so good to be at our own home court.”

"Ha ha!"

This guy's words are so silly, just like he treats Camp Nou as Bayer arena at his home court.

The face of the reporter of World Sports immediately became a little unfair. The Germans were so arrogant and unreasonable!

"But you didn't win the game, you just tied."

"There is no difference between a away draw and a victory, otherwise you can ask the Barcelona players, do they think they have tied or lost the game?"

The reporter of World Sports News was choked. Barack was too arrogant! He turned to the microphone at Zheng Zhi.

"Zheng, what do you think?"

Of course, Zheng Zhi would not be as uncultured as Barack, he was kind.

"Camp Nou is obviously a great home court. Being able to tie here means we have enough strength and opponents' wrestling, but the game is 180 minutes. We must remember that there are still 90 minutes left and I don't think the draw is worth our happiness. We are still on the same starting line. As for the away goal advantage? It has no effect. If Barcelona beat us at Bayer Arena, our three goals will lose their meaning, so I hope everyone will still remain calm in the future. Only after two rounds of advancement will it be the time for us to celebrate."

"Of course I'm very happy with Michael's goal. The teammates' performance today was really great, I have to applaud them."

"Do you think Barcelona has shown its due level?"

"You shouldn't ask me this question, you should ask Barcelona's coaches and players, but I know we haven't played at the best level yet, and we need to play better in Bayer Arena to advance."

Reporter of World Sports News:...

No matter how you hear this, it seems to be disgusting Barcelona? It's just that it's much more obscure than what Barack said.

The reporter of "Marca" on the side almost wanted to laugh out loud. Seeing that the other party did not continue to say something, he handed out the microphone, "Zheng, we noticed before the game. You said you would never join Barcelona in your life. Is this serious?"

"Am I like a joke?"

It's confirmed again.

After receiving this reply, Maca did not ask Zheng Zhi what he meant to Real Madrid. He was smart, but instead asked a question with a magical twist.

"Are you single now?"

Zheng Zhi was shocked, and he didn't expect the reporter's problem to be so strange.

He smiled and said:

"This is my private life. I can't say anything, I can't talk about it."

"But we all want to know."

"Then can you tell me if you are married? What is your wife's name, how old is she, and do you have children?"

"I'm married, 32 years old this year, and I already have a one and a half years old child. Our marriage is very happy, it's yours."

The reporter answered in detail, and then waited for Zheng Zhi to answer with anticipation.

"I still don't plan to say it."

Reporter of "Marca":...

Awkward!

Hurry and aimed the microphone at Ribery.

"Frank, you performed well, you assisted with the second goal after you came on the bench. Are you satisfied with your performance?"

"I'm not very satisfied. I can do better. I missed a chance to score a goal." Frank Ribery's face was really guilty. "I should have let the team equalize the score early."

Zheng Zhi suddenly interrupted:

"Come on, don't talk about this. Look at Ronaldinho's face. After lit a candle, you can't find him."

Ronaldinho, who was behind, suddenly smiled and finally revealed his two cute little rabbit teeth.

"You can understand that I have shown mercy to Barcelona."

Reporter of "Marca":...
To be continued...
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