After the eerie silence at Camp Nou, deafening screams and roars suddenly erupted.
The supporters of Santa Malaga were completely crazy. They fantasized countless times about being able to compete with Barcelona and scoring goals at the Camp Nou.
For them, this can only be a dream.
However, Santa Malaga, who they had high hopes for, helped them realize this dream. How could they not go crazy?
"My brother scored a goal! It's in! It's in! It's in!..."
Li Xiaofeng still looked a little bit like a lady. She danced and shouted, salivating everywhere.
Li Xianqi waved his fists, widened his eyes, and shouted: "My old Li family's seed scored a goal!
Who else?!
Who else!"
Barcelona fans stared at their goal in stunned disbelief, completely disbelieving what they were seeing.
Barcelona’s goal is lost?!
Defeated by a D-level team?!
How can this be?!
You're not dreaming, are you?!
However, seeing the black-haired man running wildly on the court in celebration and hearing the huge cheers, they knew it was all true.
Messi, who missed the game due to a cold, stood in the VIP seat and looked at the court with an expressionless face. No one knew how he felt at the moment.
The Barcelona Sports TV commentator shook his head and said in pain: "Obviously, luck is still on the side of Santa Malaga, and their only offensive opportunity to form a shot was a goal!
For Puyol, it was not his fault, it was an accident.
This accident will not silence Barcelona, but will stimulate their fighting spirit!"
On the court, Liage hugged Li Chuanqi tightly and shouted in his ear: "Damn it, you did it! You did it!"
There was both pride and jealousy in his heart.
This little guy who is proud of scoring goals is his "apprentice" who raised him by himself. His apprentice helped him complete the dream that he could not fulfill.
He was jealous of his apprentice for scoring Barcelona's goal because that was what he had always wanted to do.
"Damn it! Really scored the Barcelona goal!"
After MiG, who was standing in the penalty area, mumbled a low voice, he looked up to the sky and let out a long roar that resounded throughout the entire audience.
On the Barcelona bench, Guardiola was still sitting steadily in his chair, but his eyes had changed.
The substitute players sitting next to him were silent, as if they were still thinking about why they lost the ball.
The game soon restarted, with Barcelona stepping up their attack and Santa Malaga retreating from all fronts, forming one line of defense after another in their own half.
At this moment, the Spanish fan forum has exploded.
"What the hell, Li, this violent maniac, actually scored a goal?! This is so damn magical!"
"Oh God, Santa Malaga actually scored Barcelona's goal... This world is so crazy..."
"This is Camp Nou, oh, God, God..."
"What did this lunatic Li do?!!!"
"How dare Lee score Barcelona's goal?! God, who gave him the courage?!"
"Crazy! Barcelona is going crazy! Their goal was scored by a D-level team! This has never happened before!"
"Santa Malaga is crazy, Li is crazy! They actually scored a goal at Camp Nou!"
The happiest people, apart from the supporters of Santa Malaga, are the Real Madrid fans, who happily humiliated Barcelona in their fans forum.
Some fans directly logged into Barcelona’s official website and left a message:
"Hahaha, Barcelona was actually scored by a D-level team at Camp Nou. Do you still want to be embarrassed?"
"Hacking Real Madrid, are you happy? Now the retribution has come, you are so damn happy!"
"The face of the wealthy family has been completely shamed by you!"
"Ba*s, your goal was breached by a D-level team, are you surprised?!"
…
Camp Nou and Barcelona launched waves of attacks. Santa Malaga was like a small boat that could be swallowed by these huge waves at any time.
As the helmsman, captain Pablo directed his teammates to work closely together, saving the day and avoiding the opponent's huge waves time and time again.
"Beautiful! Baris Addo, yes, that's it!"
"Zuculini, be brave and help defend! There are teammates behind you to fill in for you!"
"Mig! Hey! Well done! This block is world-class!"
Pablo kept shouting loudly at his teammates and giving them encouragement.
In the 45th minute of the first half, Barcelona created a scoring opportunity through a smooth and fast pass. Iniesta and his teammates played a one-two against the wall outside the penalty area, and entered the penalty area with a low shot.
!
In the horrified eyes of Santa Malaga supporters, the football slid out against the right post!
"No!……"
Barcelona fans screamed in pain.
"call!……"
The supporters of Santa Malaga exhaled in horror. Damn it, Santa Malaga is indeed favored by the goddess of luck... such a goal was not scored!
The Barcelona Sports commentator shook his head and said: "This is Iniesta's second threatening shot in this game!
Not long after the opening, he found a good opportunity to score outside the penalty area, but the shot was blocked by the opponent's captain with his body.
This time no one blocked it, but his shot was only one post away from the goal.
In the absence of Messi, Xiaobai shouldered the burden of the team's offense. He not only had to organize the offense, but also completed the final blow.
However, he seemed to be affected by the flu and was not in his best condition.
Not only him, but also other players are not in their best condition due to the flu."
In the following time, Santa Malaga tenaciously resisted Barcelona's fierce attack. After two minutes of stoppage time, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.
Players from both sides return to the locker room.
Camp Nou did not become silent because of their departure. Both the Santa Malaga supporters from all over the country and the reporters on the sidelines were talking excitedly.
"It's so dreamy! Santa Malaga actually scored the goal of Barcelona!"
"That's not the only thing that's amazing, they actually withstood Barcelona's attack and kept the goal!"
"Santa Malaga is going to be overturned! Damn it, do you dare to think about it?"
"I feel like I'm living in a parallel world. How could something like this happen in reality?"
"Nima, do you dare to think that Li, a violent maniac, actually scored a goal at Camp Nou!"
…
At the end of the half, Barcelona was still one goal behind. Real Madrid fans happily left a message on Barcelona’s official website:
"Basians, we are behind 0 to 1. Our opponent is only a D-level team. Is your team asleep?"
"You don't even have any shame!"
"Team Cosmos, the universe is indeed invincible!"
"Come on, Bastards, you still have half time!"
"Saint Malaga is an angel sent by God, and they are punishing you! Because you have done too many disgusting things!"
At this moment, those professional teams that had been eliminated by Santa Malaga were in an inexplicably beautiful mood.
Oh, it turns out it's not just us who were insulted, Barcelona...
Well, Barcelona is like this, so in fact we are nothing.
