Will I hurt you if I score like this?

Chapter 50 Although there are thousands of people, I will go too

How hopeless is this?

Li Wei witnessed the scene of Messi shooting the ball into the net after a run-up.

Bravo must have wanted to save that ball, even if the team couldn't score any more, at least the team could still save a bit of decency with the draw.

There is an obvious gap in strength between the Spaniard and the complete Barcelona. Every attack and defense must bear the strong pressure of being crushed by a mountain.

What's more, he suffered all kinds of unfair treatment.

Once the adjudicator is biased, the favored party not only upholds the right to judge, but also retains the right to participate.

He looked at the Barcelona players in front of him, they were celebrating, and the players in red and blue shirts rushed over and surrounded Messi.

Xavi was rubbing Messi's hair, while Bravo fell in the net and couldn't get up for a long time.

Laporta in the VIP box jumped up, and Levi seemed to see his figure.

For the first time, the voices of the hundreds of Barcelona fans in the visiting team's seats overwhelmed the more than 5 silent people.

In this city, countless Barcelona fans are admiring the heroic appearance of their players in the away game through the screen.

There are tens of millions of such fans around the world.
No one cares how the opponent loses the game, people only remember the winner.

Who will remember the mood of the Espanyol fans at this moment, and what was the mood of the former Chelsea fans?
Or, future Paris fans.
Thiago Silva received a yellow card and fell to the ground for the first time after standing upright.

Even Li Wei felt that his calf was a little weak.

But what can be done?

With 8 minutes left in the game, they were still one goal behind.

Gotta do something?

Li Wei smiled.

"The game is over, may I say that?"

Xu Yang sighed.

The two commentators fell into a long silence after Barcelona's goal, because they all knew that there were many mistakes.

"There is still time, there are still 8 minutes for the Spaniard to kick off, the players look listless, let's see what Levi can do."

Diego Costa kicked off the ball and passed it back to Li Wei. The Barcelona players behind the lead inspired unprecedented fighting spirit.

They don't want a small victory now, facing an opponent who has no fighting spirit in 8 minutes.

Not enough time for a tragedy.

"In my opinion, the Spaniard's spirit is commendable from the beginning to the end of this game. Levi's performance is also very good, but he lacks the cooperation of his teammates at the same level. To support the situation on the field, this Spaniard's young players are talented, but they are not good enough."

Yaya Toure fiercely blocked Li Wei's left and right moves. When he saw that Li Wei had to pass the ball back to Gabi after failing to break through, he showed a smug smile on his face.

"After this game, this kid should know who is the master of Barcelona."

Laporta stood by the railing of the box, holding a glass of drink in his hand, and his little finger pointed at Levi's figure from afar.

Let out a hearty laugh.

Before the start of the game, the busty Barcelona goddess Maria Lapedra posted a message on social networking sites.

If Barcelona win the game at the Mozuzi Stadium, she will walk the catwalk at the Nou Camp naked.

Barcelona fans are looking forward to it, and soon they will get their wish.

"Gabi wanted to pass again, but was held back by the Barcelona strikers, to see if he could get away."

Eto'o's huge body and Gabi were fighting close to each other. Gabi was almost knocked to the ground. His legs gave way for a moment, and Eto'o almost took the ball back.

Gabi gritted her teeth, her wet forehead hair sticking to her face.

Messi also came to help Eto'o defend at the moment.

"Gabi is going to lose the ball. If he loses the ball at this time, Barcelona may score another one."

"Levi rushed back from the frontcourt, and Roman Martinez also stabilized Gabi nearby and passed the ball! Pass to Levi, and Messi pressed!"

There are not many direct conversations between the two offensive players in this game.

It was the first time for a close-range offensive and defensive battle.

"Lee Wei speeds up! No matter how fast he hits! He has too much physical strength, and he can still run at this time of high-intensity competition!"

After Li Wei got the ball, he spiked the ball and turned around. Messi had already settled in front of him, trying his best to grab the ball.

"Look at how Li Wei wants to beat Messi this time! Does the person who knows the breakthrough best also know how to defend the breakthrough!"

How are you doing?Explosion trip!

"Levy took the ball and rushed forward! The Spaniard's players pressed all the way! Zabaleta was active on the wing, Diego Costa and Coentrao were also rushing towards Barcelona's penalty area along the gap!"

"Gabi's pass seems to have sounded the counterattack charge! The Spaniard has not given up yet!"

"Counterattack, counterattack!"

Li Wei, who started up suddenly, swayed the ball to one side, and Messi also started very fast, and the two were chasing the ball almost at the same time.

Iniesta in front also ran towards the ball at the same time.

"The two fast-moving Barcelona players are constantly compressing Levi's space, so it will become more and more difficult to handle the ball!"

Levi stretched out his arms to block Messi's pursuit while running, but he could feel that the little Argentine's lower body was surprisingly stable.

The ability to fight is not inferior to some big guys.

But fortunately, his legs are long, and he reached the surface of the ball first. Iniesta was less than two meters away and leaned his body to put the shovel.

"Li Wei reached the ball first! Is the ball going to be broken? What did I see? What did I see?!"

Li Wei had white in the front and plum in the back. One second before he was almost in a dead end, he suddenly touched the ball, turned around, and pulled the ball.

The whole person turned like a ghost in a whirling dance, and passed in front of Iniesta horizontally.

"Marseille roundabout! Marseille roundabout!"

Messi's chasing figure stopped, and also changed to Iniesta who fell to the ground, and then followed.

"Messi is still chasing. This is the longest chase he has participated in today! He is unwilling to give up the current results of Barcelona!"

"But Li Wei is faster, he is still accelerating, and Messi can't catch up with him!"

The two galloped like two racing horses. Messi, who was running without the ball, wanted to overtake Levi several times, but Levi strode the ball with great strides, constantly changing the direction of the football under his feet.

Finally, after a failed card position, Messi lost his center of gravity for a short time, and then was opened two positions by Li Wei.

In fact, Li Wei is also very tired at the moment, and the extreme acceleration at this time is more like a flashback.

He is overdrawing his physical strength to re-inject confidence into this despondent Spaniard.

"He's dribbling the ball, but he's not alone, the teammates are helping Levi take the defender away."

The entire front of Barcelona was disturbed by this sudden change, and there was the most panicked chaos since the game.

Levi was like a catfish in a pile of sardines.

Quickly drilled through the gaps between the Barcelona players like the wind, followed by Messi, Yaya Toure, Xavi, and even Henry who returned to defense.

Players chased after him one by one, trying their best to stop him.

"Yaya Toure is a bit afraid to go up, he is afraid that Li Wei will pass the ball to other players at any time, and if he loses his position, he will immediately create a gap!"

Abidal stood in front of him, with a hint of hesitation in his eyes, and sweat on his forehead.

"Fast change of direction, even pulling the belt buckle, passed!!! Abidal is not his one-shot enemy!"

"Harvey tried to get stuck in his body and was brought to the ground!"

Puyol looked at Li Wei, who was flying towards him, and he felt flustered for the first time in this game.

This time he did not attack, but stuck to the penalty area.

Pique took two quick breaths, feeling his heart beating.

"The front is Barcelona's last line of defense, Puyol hesitates!"

"What's the ending? Meet the brave and win! Did Barcelona successfully defend Li Wei's breakthrough again! Or did Li Wei successfully score this goal!"

After a long game, everyone's physical strength is already at the critical point, and the competition at this time is perseverance.

"I can't stop it! I can't stop it!"

He Wei is excited like never before, with such a dribbling performance that can only be met but not sought after, I don't know when the next time we will see it again.

If there is an instrument to detect adrenaline secretion in the world, it will definitely show that there are tens of thousands of people all over the world whose numbers are rising all the way!
"The last line of defense! The last line of defense! Can Barcelona's last line of defense block Levi's footsteps!"

Pique and Puyol moved, sinking their bodies to block Levi's path.

Valdez jumped, looking for the best position to save.

The last line of defense is ready!

"Li Wei came to the penalty area, and Puyol rushed up to see which way to go. Take it to the right. Abidal is almost back in place."

Puyol stretched out his foot and broke the ball. This is a gamble!

He lost the bet!

Li Wei swayed his body left and right, and the moment he stepped out, he turned the ball to the other side and slammed Puyol's body.

Puyol turned around after losing his position.

Pique has been passed by Levi.

Between Valdes and Levi, a 1V1 man battle!

"Levi faced the goalkeeper! He passed Pique, I don't know what he thinks at the moment! But I think"

Lifting his foot for a false shot, Valdez moved for a moment and then realized that he was deceived, subconsciously squatted down to block the position.

The ball has gone through his crotch!
With a sharp and precise push, Valdez's reaction was not unpleasant, but it was just a moment slow!

The loud cheers drowned out all the voices on the court, and every Spaniard player whose face was full of difficulties showed an expression of disbelief.

Bravo sprinted out of the goal and jumped up to hug Thiago Silva, but the Brazilian centre-back barely had the strength to support his weight.

Diego Costa, Coentrao and Zabaleta rushed over.

The four of them huddled together and let out the most heart-piercing roar.

After 95 minutes of torment, everyone fought hard until now, and finally got back to a draw.

"The ball is in! The ball is in! The ball is in!"

"Five people in a row! The performance at this moment is almost the performance of the king!"

"Riding alone for thousands of miles! Dazzling dribbling and devastating advances completely tore up Barcelona's defense at the last moment of the game! Evened the score!"

He Wei yelled loudly, his hoarse throat could hear how difficult it was for him to breathe at the moment, and his voice was transmitted to the ears of countless people through the screen.

The voice that broke the hearts of countless Barcelona fans!

The voice that makes countless Real Madrid fans happy!

There are no Spaniard fans in Xihuaguo.

The smile doesn't disappear, it just transfers to someone else's face.

Pochettino is running outside the touchline, fists clenched, running aimlessly!

Barcelona has been hanging over his head like a cloud these days, but at this moment, the sky is pouring through the dark clouds, and there is a faint image of turning the clouds to reveal the sun.

This is the most reckless way to vent the emotions that suppress the entire scene!

The Espanyol fans held their breath and exhaled happily, even forgetting how to cheer.

Just uncanny murmurs.

"It doesn't matter what Pique thinks. Maybe Messi is thinking at this moment why Maradona's spirit didn't take care of his disciples, but was possessed by his opponents."

Levi did not choose to celebrate, he crossed Valdez who was sitting at the door, the Spaniard had equalized the score, and the fans were cheering wildly.

The flags were flying, and many fans at the scene who were so excited that their faces were flushed poured beer on their heads.

They witnessed the scene of the god descending from the earth.

But Li Wei doesn't think so at the moment, the game is not over yet, there is still time.

This goal has completely reversed the morale of both sides on the field. Under such a hard fight, the psychological and physical load of both sides has reached the limit.

What follows is a game of physical and mental strength.

Who can squeeze the potential of human beings to the extreme in just a few minutes.

Who can create miracles!
"He picked up the ball, handed it to Iniesta, and he signaled for Barcelona to kick off."

It was too late for the commentator to calmly describe the situation on the field. At this moment, there was only emotional improvisation.

"Does he still want to overtake the score?"

"No matter how fast a person is, he can't keep up with time!"

"But what if the game is not over? Everything is not over. On the court, we can always pin our hopes on some talented players. They only need 0.5 seconds to change the stadium! Change the ending of the game! Even change history"

Barcelona kicked off, and everyone noticed that the originally calm and precise midfielder had the ball.

There was even a trace of hesitation and hesitation.

Barcelona felt humiliated, and Barcelona wanted to overtake!
Xavi and Iniesta are in possession of the ball, and their physical strength is already at the critical point of exhaustion.

At this time, the possession of the ball seemed a little hesitant and clumsy, and the same was true for the Spaniard who was pressing on the opposite side.

Everyone needs to command their brains to focus in order to regain clarity to the somewhat distracted eyes.

This is the most back-to-basics game, just like the ancient people fighting in the jungle.

"Who will create a miracle? At this moment, there is only enough time to score another goal! Barcelona is on full pressure, and they are unwilling to accept such humiliation."

At this time, Henry hesitated for a moment after receiving Eto'o's pass.

Suddenly he took a long shot from outside the penalty area, Torrejon tried his best to block the path of the ball, and the bounced football landed at Xavi's feet.

Xavi immediately wanted to kick himself in, but the midfield maestro seemed to be keeping his composure at this point.

"Iniesta goes forward, he penetrates the opponent's hinterland!"

"This position is very dangerous, Iniesta can hit the goal directly! Will he be the hero of Barcelona! Xavi passes the ball to Iniesta!"

Iniesta slammed into the penalty area with the last of his strength, deftly flicking the ball outside Gregory Beringer, who dared not touch Iniesta directly with his body.

I can only try my best to block the space where he kicks directly.

"Barcelona's players are all inserted into the penalty area and must be cleared immediately!"

"Henry was on the outside of the penalty area, Eto'o was behind Iniesta, Messi also ran nearby, and Barcelona's attack points were almost out!"

Iniesta breathed with his mouth wide open, hesitated for a moment and chose to throw the ball to Messi on one side.

The Argentine's precise left foot is very likely to push the goal directly from this position.

"Messi's chance! Not long after the Spaniard equalized, Barcelona ushered in another chance to kill the game!"

The moment he passed the ball, there was a harsh sound of rubbing the lawn beside Iniesta.

Messi's eyes are fixed on the rolling football, and his natural excellent sense of the ball gives him unparalleled control over the football.

Even if he hasn't touched the football, he knows how to use force and which part of his foot to touch the football.

Let this goal get his wish to penetrate the goalkeeper's defense and roll into the net.

But the ball suddenly disappeared from his sight, and a person's body slid over and kicked the football away.

Martinez slides the shovel sideways.

He poked his toe hard into the turf after the tackle and then had a look of pain on his face.

"Look at this time! Martinez's clearance! Destroyed Messi's shot! Martinez made a contribution!"

Everyone's emotions that had just calmed down were ignited again in an instant, and the Barcelona players looked at the flying ball in disbelief.

The loud and fiery cheers sounded on the court for the last time, like a tide coming from the east, overwhelming the sky.

"Levi saved the Spaniards, but the Spaniards have more than one savior!"

"This tackle brought Spain back to an equal battlefield. The fight is not over yet!"

In just a few minutes, the two sides exchanged the ball several times, and the football changed hands repeatedly in a group of big guys.

"Coentrao tried to advance! It was intercepted by Alves, who can grab the ball! Alves brought Coentrao down, the ball flew out, who can grab it!"

"Barcelona didn't want to give up this opportunity, even Pique came up!"

Guardiola commanded recklessly on the sidelines, pouring his passion into the last few minutes of the game.

Pique had already crossed the half-court line at this time, and Barcelona invested the maximum force for the final counterattack.

Trying to make the local numerical advantage become the last straw to overwhelm the Spaniards.

"Pique got the ball. Compared with the midfielders, he has better physical strength. He is a central defender with a strong ability to play the ball. Can Barcelona's midfield scheduling become smoother?"

Looking ahead, Pique hesitated for the first time to whom to pass the ball to.

Almost every Barcelona player has a Spaniard man-marking one-on-one.

They used the "exchanging son" tactic to the extreme in order to survive this last time.

But Messi suddenly got rid of Coentrao's marking and ran out of a gap.

"Messi is not in an offside position, a long pass finds him, and he can immediately face the goalkeeper with a single-handed ball!"

Levi rushed over from Pique's back.

"Who is Pique going to pass the ball to? Li Wei has already come up. Don't hesitate, Pique!"

Guardiola touched his head with both hands, and his eyes almost dissected the trajectory of every muscle in Pique.

Long pass!Long pass!
In the next second, all the fans who hoped that Pique would pass the ball angrily dropped what they had in their hands.

The ball disappeared from Pique's feet.

Levy destroyed the football at Pique's feet with a ferocious and precise tackle.

Peake closed his eyes and flung his arms furiously.

At the same time, he turned around to face the referee and signaled that the ball was fouled.

The referee hasn't come over yet.

When Pique turned back again, he was facing Li Wei's face staring at him with a contemptuous expression.

"There is going to be a conflict!"

Pique, who was a little out of control, almost stretched out his fist, raised it in the air, and suddenly thought of the referee.

Gabi, who was nearby, had already rushed to Pique's side first, and Pique's raised fist did not dare to drop.

There was a sudden pain in his arm, and Li Wei reached out and patted his arm away.

"Don't dare to hit you, what the hell are you doing?"

Li Wei's voice was like thunder, and Pique's heart trembled for a short time.

He is not a stubble like Puyol, nor is he a villain like De Jong.

He is just a second-generation ancestor who either falls from the top or sees through with his eyes in key battles. You can expect him to be unbearable in such tough battles.

"I"

Pique wanted to curse, but was at a loss for words for a while.

"What are you?"

"Fuck halfway through! Break your leg!"

Roman Martinez got the ball from the back and Thiago Silva stepped in to help Martinez get the ball out of the press.

The dispute between Levi and Pique has been temporarily resolved.

The referee made several controversial penalties in this game. At this moment, the smell of gunpowder on the court was too strong, and they could only play [-] boards each. Both sides received a verbal warning.

Thiago Silva has the ball.

Eyes fixed on the frontcourt.

"Levi's moving again! This is an excellent pass line! Can Thiago Silva pass it!"

Li Wei started again, and followed by a long pass behind him, the player and the ball moved in the same direction.

This extremely tests the player's grasp of the landing point.

"This is also the last chance for this field!"

He Wei glanced at the time and shouted loudly.

"It's the Spaniard's offensive round again. A few minutes ago, Li Wei's speed kills the Barcelona people, this time!"

"He wants to kill the general!"

A pass, launched from the backcourt.

Quick and precise, after flying along the lawn for most of the time, it jumped on the ground.

"Has Barcelona been fooled by the goal just now! Abidal was stunned for a moment before preparing to chase. He wanted to stop Levi!"

Li Wei was still running, and Abidal, who ran diagonally and inserted in front of him, tried his best to stop him.

At this time, Abidal no longer cared about tackles or tackles. He just wanted to try his best to stop Levi from ten yards away from the goal line.

"Abidal shoveled the ball, the kick was too fierce, Levi passed the ball!"

Li Wei waved forward while running, and Sabaletta, who was closely behind Abidal, stepped forward without thinking.

The ball followed.

Abidal's feet slowed down for a moment. After passing the ball, Levi did not run forward, but ran straight to the top of the arc horizontally, narrowly avoiding a fierce steal.

"Diego Costa is in the penalty area, facing the entanglement of Puyol and Pique, Zabaleta rushes along the bottom line, will he knock on the door!"

Levi and Coentrao also entered the penalty area. At this moment, the Spaniard's attack point in Barcelona's penalty area took advantage of the numbers.

"The Barcelona midfielder is rushing into the penalty area, before Zabaleta knocks on the door! Opportunity!"

Diego Costa suddenly broke away from Puyol's entanglement, lost his center of gravity and greeted Zabaleta's pass.

Here comes a note.
"Shovel! It's Valdes again!"

"If there is still a warrior in Barcelona at this moment, then his name must be Valdes!"

Valdez, who was always guarding against the ball, raised his reaction to the highest level at this moment and made the most appropriate judgment.

The posture with the hands raised above the head and the feet extended to block the earth looks very awkward.

Much like the surrendering French.

Ugly, but effective.

The ball flew out obliquely, and Coentraang caught up with the ball and raised his foot.

The ball flew towards the goal again.

"Also, Coentrao kicks again!"

But the angle at which the ball went out was too tricky, and it was not easy for Coentrao to touch the football at the critical moment.

"Valdes went down again and punched the ball in the air!"

"Time is up! The game is over, the game is over!"

The game time has almost come to an end, it only takes a few seconds.

A few long seconds!
Then the game will end in a draw.

Yaya Toure, who rushed into the penalty area, tried his best to push the football.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his heart, that is to push the ball as far as possible out of the penalty area and end this damn game.

Take the draw and take a point from the Mozusik Stadium.

Gentleman revenge, the Nou Camp is not too late!

The ball fell from the air to the outside of the penalty area.

Directly over the top of Pique's head, Levi, who was in front of Pique, turned around and ran outside the penalty area, just as Levi crossed the line.

Only then did Pique grab Levi's jersey.

The game was coming to an end, and he couldn't believe what else Levi could do.

Levi swung his arms wildly.

The jersey was not held firmly, and Pique was freed by a force, and he loosened his fingers while staggering.

There was ten yards between Levy and the goal.

And Pique, Puyol and Valdes.

The ball fell from the back of his head to the ground like falling.

Li Wei turned his head and glanced at the football behind him.

"Lee Wei took off, leaned back, and hung the golden hook upside down!"

Everyone present was overwhelmed by the judgment he made at this moment, and their eyes widened.

The referee Cantajole has put the whistle in his mouth.

But at this moment he forgot to blow it.

Li Wei's flexible body twisted in the air with the strength of his waist, and his slender and flexible legs stretched straight at the moment of force.

When the football fell into the most suitable position, it touched the underside of the ball.

The power is not great!The trajectory of the football's fall was cut off violently, and it turned back to the penalty area.

An erratic and weird curve ball with a clear downward trend!
"Valdes saves! Goal! Goal!"

"Fate did not favor Valdez again! He was powerless in front of this peerless barb shot!"

Valdez fell into the net on his back, his lifeless eyes fixed on the football rolling down from his head.

"Valdes has been the hero of Barcelona several times today, but he faced an opponent who performed better than him!"

Two shrill whistles sounded.

The song ends.

Li Wei fell on the turf, and many Barcelona players have also fallen to the ground.

In the field of vision is a bay of night surrounded by the Mozuxi Stadium, and surrounding this night sky are countless crowds raising their arms and shouting.

"The game is over!!"

He was very tired and wanted to just lie on the lawn and rest for a while.

But then he jumped up.

He killed the game, but failed to dispel the resentment in his heart.

"Lee Wei hasn't made any celebratory gestures tonight."

He ran to the fans' stands, his physical strength was exhausted to the limit, and he couldn't even keep his body upright.

"Li Wei ran to the fans, as if he wanted to share the joy with these people for the first time, and the eyes of 5 people bathed in him."

"There are so many emotions in the eyes, joy, surprise, admiration, and even incomprehension that reality is often so magical, and this is the charm of football."

"If you had to pick a heroic name from Barcelona tonight, I think it's a no-brainer."

While running, Li Wei took off his jersey and threw it behind him, revealing his sweat-soaked body.

His bare chest glistened in the stadium lights.

"Levi showed the audience his sweat-drenched chest and back. At this moment, in his chest, there is a tough heart beating."

He Wei's eyes were also full of disbelief.

"I can't understand what kind of heart that is. From the moment he became famous, he can always emerge from the predicament. He is the real Mr. Big Scene, a leader who is firm and invincible."

"Maybe in the future we can say this sentence: You can never completely defeat Levi before the whistle blows at the end of the game."

Under the gaze of everyone, Li Wei put his fingers together.

Put them together and put them near your mouth, as if blowing a whistle.

He has a lot to say, but thousands of words can be combined into one sentence, that is:

fuck you!

Messi, who was standing far away, forgot to glance at that unruly back, his eyes were full of complicated emotions
Diego Costa rushed, Coentrao rushed, Roman Martinez also rushed.

More and more Espanyol players passed through the Barcelona players who were slumped on the grass.

Rushing to Li Wei's side and hugging him.

Finally, Pochettino joins in, and everyone forms a tight circle, surrounded by applause from the fans.

This young, untested team, kinked together by fate.

They climbed over the first mountain they encountered this season.

"Finally, let's give our applause to Levi and to this strong and unyielding Spaniard, no matter what goals they can achieve this season."

"Just think of the win tonight, that's the crown that courage has reserved for them."

"The most brave man in the world."

He Wei smiled, and Li Wei in the crowd was still whistling.

Many people understand the meaning of it.

He Wei didn't say anything clearly, but just uttered a word lightly.

"Dare to risk the disgrace of the world!"

(Many readers commented that this chapter was suppressed first, and it was not good enough. I added [-] words to it, and now it is a large chapter with [-] words. Take a short rest, and the updated content tonight will be written in the early morning. Not a single word will be missing. Play a game, right?)

　This game was originally a pure game with two goals, but after I checked the report of this game, I found that there were many controversies and penalties in this game. The Spaniard played one player less at halftime, and Barcelona played 1 minutes after stoppage time. The two teams drew.At this time, the referee still didn't blow the whistle, Eto'o took the ball, and when the opposing player touched the ball first, he gave a penalty without thinking.

　　At the same time, Barcelona's away fans threw fireworks into the opponent's stand, which almost caused a stampede. Then the Espanyol fans broke through the fence and rushed into the stadium to protest.

　　So it was changed to this kind of plot. It’s not that which team my protagonist is in has to win all the time. After 45 minutes of controversy, one player was reduced. He was undefeated in the face of Meng San after 1 minutes. The Spaniard who was finally defeated by the referee deserved a victory.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)