"The sky is still the same, and the air is not as sweet as they say."
After walking out of the cabin, Miguel raised his head and took a breath of Barcelona air, squinting his eyes to taste the air. Some people said that the air in Barcelona was sweeter than that in Malaga, and he wanted to confirm it.
"Get out of the way!"
Zucculini shouted from behind Miguel: "Sweet? Sweet as hell, I think it smells worse than Malaga."
Malaga is a new industrial city in Spain. The air pollution is very serious and there is an unpleasant smell in the air.
Barcelona is a port city in Catalonia, a world-renowned tourist destination for Mediterranean scenery, a world-famous historical and cultural city, and the most important trade, industrial and financial base in Spain.
The Port of Barcelona is the largest port and largest container terminal on the Mediterranean coast, and is also the largest comprehensive port in Spain.
Barcelona has a pleasant climate, beautiful scenery, and numerous historical sites. It is known as the "Pearl of the Iberian Peninsula" and is the most famous tourist destination in Spain.
Li Chuanqi also smelled it and felt that the air in Barcelona was indeed fresher than that in Malaga, but at this time he would not comment.
Dragging their suitcases, the Santa Malaga group followed the flow of people and walked out of the tarmac.
"Li! Come on! I believe you can beat Barcelona!"
A seven or eight-year-old boy waved his fist at Li Chuanqi when they were saying goodbye.
Li Chuanqi smiled and was about to nod to him, but the little boy's next words made the smile on his face freeze.
"Remember to ask for Messi's autograph for me. Don't forget it. You must remember it!"
If you didn't say this, you would still be a good boy...
Li Chuanqi complained in his heart: Looking for Messi’s autograph?
Tell Messi that a fan wants your autograph, can you help?
If Messi thought it was me who wanted his autograph... I would be ashamed...
I am also someone who will definitely become a professional player.
It's heartbreaking.
Li Chuanqi looked at the little boy helplessly.
…
When we walked out of the airport, no one interviewed Santa Malaga, only a few people who looked like reporters took a few photos of them and left in a hurry.
Miguel stared at the reporters who were leaving with wide eyes: "Fuck, are you leaving like this?! I'm ready to answer your questions. You... are so unprofessional!"
Pablo smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Isn't this great? Let's come quietly, and then..."
Liage took over his words and said: "Quietly take away a victory!"
Barriss Addo retorted: "Sneaking away a win?
If we can win, it will be impossible for us to keep a low profile at that time, how can we do it quietly."
Liage thought about it and thought it made sense, and said to Miguel: "So, if you want reporters to interview you, you have to make a few more wonderful saves in tonight's game."
Miguel raised his eyebrows: "What's so difficult about this? It's just a matter of saving a few more balls."
Everyone immediately stay away from him. I don’t know this person. Who is this? He speaks so loudly. He is not one of our group...
Only Liage took it seriously, nodded, patted him on the shoulder and encouraged him: "Yes, you just need to have this momentum!"
…
"Hey! World Sports reported that Messi was injured during training yesterday and is very likely to miss the game tonight!"
As soon as we checked into the hotel, the Santa Malaga exchange group started to get lively.
"World Sports News also said that Barcelona was hit by influenza and many people suffered from severe colds..."
"Good news! This is definitely good news!"
"I just checked, the temperature in Barcelona suddenly dropped a few days ago, and there was an outbreak of influenza. What World Sports said is probably true!"
"Who said goddess luck will no longer favor us?!!"
"Hahaha!……"
"Brothers! Here is your chance to kill Barcelona!"
"We are indeed the chosen ones!"
"Hey, that's not what the chosen one means..."
"Don't worry about these things. Anyway, we are favored by God. That's fine!"
Messi is injured?!
Barcelona is hit by the flu and many people have severe colds?!
Who would have thought that as soon as we arrived in Barcelona, we would be in for a huge surprise!
Juan looked at the trembling mobile phone and forced his hands not to shake.
Antonio is checking the accuracy of the information on the Internet. If it is confirmed...
"Is it true? Antonio, is this true? Will Mundo Deportivo put up smoke bombs to deliberately mislead us?"
Juan looked up at Antonio.
Antonio stopped searching and looked up at Juan: "First of all, I checked the news on the Internet. Barcelona did suddenly drop in temperature a few days ago, and the flu began to spread, so there is a high possibility that Barcelona will be affected by the flu.
Secondly, we are not Real Madrid, do Barcelona need to put up smoke bombs?"
Playing against a Division D team requires setting off smoke bombs?
Not to mention Barcelona, even a third-division team would not do this, it is too cheap.
Juan thought about it and thought it made sense, and said in surprise: "So, what the World Sports News said is true?!"
Antonio took a deep breath to calm down: "Even so, what do you think are our chances of winning at Camp Nou?"
Juan was silent.
Barcelona, even if they send out a substitute lineup, are much stronger than Santa Maraga, not to mention they are still at Camp Nou.
This is a very cruel reality.
"No matter what, this is good news."
Antonio raised his eyebrows: "However, how we prepare for the game is still the same. The tactics of defensive counterattack will not change."
Juan nodded: "Yes, it's Barcelona after all. Even if they are sick, they are not... any team can beat easily."
Antonio smiled at him and said, "That's true."
"Face mask!"
"What? Mask?!"
"Yes, there is a flu in Barcelona, we need to prepare masks."
"Ah!...Okay! I'll get ready right away! It's better if you react quickly!"
…
Li Chuanqi raised his head and looked at Liage. A surprise flashed in their eyes, but they quickly returned to normal.
"It's still difficult, but the opportunities have increased!"
Liag is very calm: "After all, they are Barcelona, the Barcelona that people call the 'Cosmic Team', the Barcelona that just eliminated Real Madrid..."
How powerful Real Madrid is, as a former star of hope in Real Madrid's youth training camp, Liag certainly knows it very well.
Li Chuanqi nodded and said: "Yes, it is Barcelona after all."
Liage raised his eyebrows and said jokingly: "Are you scared?"
Li Chuanqi smiled and shook his head: "It's not enough to be afraid. Anyway, everyone is better than us in the King's Cup. We have played against so many teams that are better than us. I am almost numb now."
Liage stretched out his hand, and Li Chuanqi took his hand.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
war!
Fight with everyone!
You can compete with any team!
Anyway, we are weak. Apart from a strong fighting spirit and a mentality of not admitting defeat, what else do we have?
