Guardiola looked at the court expressionlessly, no one knew his mood at this moment.
No matter how brilliant he leads the Barcelona team, this battle will definitely become a stain on his life, a stain that cannot be washed away.
The game resumed. Under Santa Malaga's aggressive pressing, Barcelona moved the football to the backcourt. They were still pursuing possession of the ball.
They must firmly control the football at their feet.
Of course, they also hope that this can attract the opponent's midfielders and increase their offensive space.
Santa Malaga remained unmoved and still accumulated heavy troops in the midfield and backcourt.
Time passes quickly between Barcelona players passing the ball.
“Santa Malaga!”
“Santa Malaga!”
“Santa Malaga!”
Santa Malaga supporters from all over the country roared loudly, encouraging Santa Malaga to maintain the score until the end of the game.
At this moment, Barcelona's official network is about to be paralyzed.
Real Madrid fans attacked wantonly, and even Barcelona fans joined in.
…
At Camp Nou, Messi and Xavi in the VIP seats looked at the stadium wearing masks.
In the 45th minute of the second half, Barcelona once again had a good opportunity to score, playing a wonderful one-two against the wall on the right side of the penalty area. Iniesta took a shot from the penalty area.
The football passed over Miguel's right toe like a sharp arrow and headed towards the goal post!
In a flash of lightning, the football flew close to the post and flew out of the baseline!
Santa Malaga escapes again!
The reporters on the sidelines lamented: Lady Luck is standing in the Santa Malaga goal tonight, and Barcelona can only despair.
In the remaining minutes of stoppage time, Santa Malaga completely gave up on the midfield, retreated across the board, and set up a bus in the penalty area.
Barcelona is like a lion facing a hard turtle shell, they can't find a place or opportunity to bite.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!..."
Two short and one long whistles sounded, and the game was over!
The Malaga TV commentator shouted: "The game is over!
Two to zero!
Santa Malaga beat Barcelona at Camp Nou!
This game set many records. It was the first time that Barcelona lost at home to a D-level team, and it was the first time that Barcelona was scored by a D-level team..."
The Barcelona Sports commentator said in a voice without any emotion: "The game is over.
On this strange night, Barcelona, which had been hit by the flu, seemed to be cursed, repeatedly missing goals.
Santa Malaga took advantage of the few attacks and scored two goals.
It was a humiliating defeat."
When the whistle sounded at the end of the game, Santa Malaga burst into cheers, and Liag knelt on the turf and cried like a child.
Li Chuanqi knew what he was feeling and stayed by his side silently.
Pablo came over, hugged Li Chuanqi first, then picked up Liag, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "Cry, cry..."
The warm scene was quickly broken by the overly excited Santa Malaga supporters, who jumped from the stands into the stadium to take photos with the Santa Malaga players.
Goal scorers Li Chuanqi and Liage became the center of these supporters.
Damn, this is a strong man who scored the Barcelona goal.
Let me ask, who else can do it?
They are the heroes of D-level football circles.
"Lee, can you give me this jersey?"
A supporter in his twenties asked after taking a photo with Li Chuanqi.
"no!"
When Li Chuanqi was considering whether to give it or not, a crisp voice sounded beside them.
My sister Li Xiaofeng stopped the "tragedy" in time.
"You want the jersey, and he wants the shorts, socks, and sneakers. Do you want him to be naked?"
So... Li Xiaofeng said seriously to her brother: "If we take a group photo, we will take a group photo. None of the other unreasonable requests can satisfy them!"
She pointed to the jersey, shorts, and sneakers and said, "You can't lack any of them. You must take them home!"
Seeing his brother nodding, Li Xiaofeng was satisfied and took Yaissa to sign the book with the Santa Malaga players.
When Li Chuanqi thought about the scene his sister mentioned... it was too terrifying.
He shrugged at the supporters: "My sister is right, you probably don't want me to leave Camp Nou like that."
The supporters knew that their request was a bit excessive, so they immediately turned over the article and said to Li Chuanqi: "We are already halfway successful, you must resist in the next round.
I hope to see you in the finals!"
Li Chuanqi high-fived him: "Well, see you in the finals!"
…
"Go and remind your brother that you can't give anything away, it's all money."
Li Xiaofeng said quickly in Yaissa's ear: "Think about it, for such a memorable game, any item will be worth a lot of money.
Even a pair of socks... is worth a lot of money!"
Yaissa opened her mouth slightly, looked at her and asked: "Is this why you don't let your brother give the jersey to the fans?!"
Li Xiaofeng quickly covered his mouth and quickly looked around. When she found that no one was paying attention to them, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shh!"
"We just need to know these ourselves."
She whispered in Yaissa's ear: "Remember, tell your brother later and ask him to collect more team jerseys and so on.
Did you hear that?”
Yaisa, whose mouth was covered by her, could only nod aggrievedly and helplessly.
Li Xiaofeng let go of her hand in embarrassment, and the two little lolita began to discuss in a low voice the plan to make a fortune.
…
After the game, Guardiola was immediately surrounded by reporters.
Guardiola didn't say anything and left the stadium under the protection of stadium security.
Barcelona players also quickly left the stadium, and Iniesta was "unfortunately" blocked by several reporters.
Barcelona's core midfielder had no choice but to move toward the locker room while accepting interviews from reporters.
"Did the flu affect your condition?"
"There are factors in this regard, but more importantly, our ability to seize opportunities is poor."
"What do you think is the main reason for Barcelona's defeat tonight?"
"For the same reason I just said, we missed too many scoring opportunities, and the opponent was very capable of seizing opportunities, so we lost in the end."
"How would you rate the other party's performance tonight?"
"Well, this is my first time playing against a D-level team, so I can't compare."
Iniesta made it clear that he had to deal with reporters. After losing the game, no one was in a good mood.
What's more, they lost to a D-level team.
This will definitely become a joke to the wealthy family.
It is conceivable that the media in various European countries will definitely ridicule Barcelona tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Iniesta lost his mood and quickened his pace to get away from reporters and rushed into the players' tunnel.