green mercenary

Chapter 457 Illness
"Referee, this is just an ordinary foul!"

"Oh! Referee, you can't do this, you can't do this."

The Barcelona players on the field were in a mess, and kept arguing around the referee.

Puyol in the crowd pinched his waist calmly, silently watching the referee draw out a yellow card in front of him, and then raised a red card.

For a moment, I felt a little dazed.

It's over, regardless of whether Barcelona can beat PSV in the end, for Puyol, the Champions League is over.

In the next game, he could only sit on the bench and cheer for his teammates who were struggling on the court.

As a defender, I originally wanted to wait for Bai Xiaotian to play well.Unexpectedly, he bid farewell to the stadium without even touching Bai Xiaotian's hair.

He is Barcelona's main central defender, and Barcelona still has a three-back formation in this game.

After he was sent off, the overall impact on Barcelona's formation must be very large.The original three-five-two formation has now become four-four-one.

Puyol is frustrated, but he has no regrets.

God knows what would have happened if Huntelaar had dribbled the ball into the Barcelona penalty area alone if the ball hadn't been decisively fouled.

As a central defender, he has done enough.

Bai Xiaotian didn't reveal the meaning of the Barcelona team's delaying time. He trotted to the front field, picked up the "injured and fallen" Huntelaar, patted Puyol on the shoulder, and "escorted" him to the sidelines.

The young "Little Lion King" was expressionless, headed down silently, and walked towards the sidelines.

"It's okay, there are still 10 minutes to go, it doesn't matter if you waste this time." Bai Xiaotian started the conversation first.

Puyol said nothing, didn't even turn his head.

"You played well. With your strength, I believe it won't be long before you can wear the captain's armband of Barcelona."

The Spanish defender still ignored Bai Xiaotian's compliment and walked towards the sidelines without haste.

Bai Xiaotian shrugged his shoulders, as if he had nothing to do with such a silent person.

Gradually, after a few steps, you will step out of the sideline.

Bai Xiaotian suddenly put his arm on Puyol's shoulder, and whispered close to his ear: "Hey Kars, let me tell you a secret."

Before Puyol took the last step off the field, Bai Xiaotian said the last sentence softly: "I have practiced well with free kicks recently."

After speaking, Bai Xiaotian stretched out his hand and patted Puyol's lower back, turned his head and returned to the arena.

Barcelona's assistant coach came over to put a coat on Puyol, hugged him and encouraged him, "Kals, you have tried your best and played well!"

Puyol still did not speak, at the mercy of the assistant.

In fact, from the moment Bai Xiaotian came on stage, he felt something was wrong.And as he was sent off with a red card, the throbbing in his heart became stronger.

He didn't know why, or how it happened.

For a moment, he seemed to see the tragedy of the Barcelona players after their failure.He saw Kluivert's helplessness, Enrique's helplessness, Reina's despair, and De Boer's tears.

The disappointed expressions of the teammates are as clear as a photo, and everyone can clearly remember it.

He also saw himself among the players who bowed their heads and lamented.

Under the golden mop head, is a face covered with tears.

As a loyal supporter of Barcelona, ​​he, like every young player, is eager to change the status quo of the club.Defeat old rivals Real Madrid and regain the La Liga title.

However, in the past two years, Barcelona's performance has gone from bad to worse. Even with world-class stars like Rivaldo, Guardiola, and Kluivert, there is no way to reverse the predicament.

Since the last year of Van Gaal's coaching, Barcelona has been in trouble internally and externally, and various contradictions and disputes have arisen.

And all of this is fully reflected in the results.

Like every player who loves Barcelona, ​​Puyol hopes to bring Barcelona back to its peak with his own strength.

But now, at the Nou Camp, he has an extremely strong premonition.

"Hunter, do you think we can win?" Although he was put on a coat, Puyol still felt chills all over his body.

"What? Oh! Kars, you have a fever!" Assistant coach Hunter hugged Puyol's cold body, and put the back of his hand on his hot forehead. "This is not good news, but you can take a good rest for a while."

"Hunter, do you think we can win?" Puyol staggered behind Hunter, but he still muttered the same sentence.

"Can you win? Kars, you're confused!" Hunter laughed loudly. "The game is about to end. No matter how capable you are, you can only score one away goal. After all, even if we have ten players, it's still delusional for you to score a goal in such a short time! Don't forget, this is Camp Nou! We are Barcelona!"

"Oh? Really? I hope, I hope." After hearing the assistant's explanation, Puyol's eyelids drooped immediately, as if he was about to fall down at any time.

Puyol's high fever came very quickly, which caught Barcelona's staff by surprise.

Hunter grabbed Puyol by the arm and staggered towards the player channel.

However, at this time, all fans focused their attention on the field, and no one went to say hello to Puyol in front of the player tunnel.

Gradually, the noise was left behind and became smaller and smaller.Puyol felt that his body was not his own at this time, and he followed Hunter little by little based on instinct.

"...Goodbye boy, you really have two tricks. After playing, the whole PSV Eindhoven's mentality is different..."

"But don't worry about it. It's only 10 minutes. What can he do as a player who has just played?"

After Hunter supported Puyol and walked a short distance in the player channel, there was a sudden earth-shattering shout behind him.Like a tsunami, Hunter and Puyol, who were thinking about it, were shocked.

what's the situation?
Hunter stopped his nagging, turned his head, and looked at the player tunnel that had turned into a white light in a daze.

But in front of him, suddenly there was a stumbling figure running towards the entrance of the player tunnel.

"Hey! Kars, you can't do this!" Hunter hurried forward and grabbed Puyol's arm, "Kars, come back, come back! Your physical condition is very bad, you need to rest, you know? Go back to the locker room to rest!"

But Puyol at this time does not have the slightest shadow of a patient with high fever.

With red eyes, Puyol, like a bull in heat, got rid of Hunter's pull, and ran desperately towards the entrance of the player tunnel.

The high fever made him lose his balance, and he could only hold on to the handrail next to the tunnel and stumbled back to the court.

Hunter hurriedly followed up from behind, and followed Puyol, protecting him from secondary injuries.

The shouts of the fans are getting closer, why doesn't he want to return to the stadium immediately to see what happened?
Puyol staggered forward, fell, got up; fell, got up again.
Looking at the approaching player tunnel, Puyol felt that his double eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

In the end, the whiteness was finally replaced by darkness.

"Cars!"

It was the last sound Puyol heard before he fainted.

(End of this chapter)