Nine and a half

Chapter 255 Final Match Result? (Daily Transition)

The next day.

Allianz Arena, Munich.

Another Champions League semi-final second leg is taking place here.

The Bundesliga giants erupted with terrifying momentum.

The red flags are flying and the momentum is as mighty as the tide.

Shortly after the game started, the unstoppable Bayern Munich smashed Barcelona's defense with one punch.

"The ball went in."

"Benatia!"

"The sword-carrying guard has done a great job!"

"Many fans are familiar with this face. Benatia was Gao Qi's teammate at Roma."

Benatia did not celebrate.

We are still behind in the overall score and must hurry up.

Guardiola clapped his hands lightly a few times and continued to dance and make seals wildly on the sidelines.

Enrique looked panicked and yelled at his disciples: "Pass the ball to Messi!"

Studio.
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[Will Bayern Munich make a comeback and advance? 】
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[It’s hard to say. Guardiola’s Bayern can’t give fans a sense of security in the Champions League. ]
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[Will the Bundesliga giants not compete with Barcelona in passing and control tonight? Just long passes and headers. ]
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【Thunder and fire, Bayern did not give up the game and chose to die standing. 】

few minutes.

Hopes of a reversal were dashed.

Peak MSN, two passes to bring down the Bundesliga giants.

"Messi!"

"Messi! Messi is the omnipotent one!"

"My God!"

After receiving the ball in the midfield, Messi used his terrifying core strength to withstand Bayern's midfield stranglehold.

During the physical confrontation, he almost "relying on" Schweinsteiger's impact force to break out of the small space.

Snapped!
Land and dribble to gain speed.

Peak MSN, three against five.

It only took two passes to tear everything apart.

"Suarez successfully made an offside move!"

"Pass it to Neymar."

"The ball went in."

"This is MSN, the strongest trident in football history!"

"Everyone has top-level passing, stopping, dribbling and shooting abilities."

"Unspeakable tacit understanding."

"Unselfish style of play."

"Brazilians, Argentines, and Uruguayans collide to create brilliant fireworks."

Neymar did not celebrate alone.

He turned his back and stepped back, opening his arms to hug Suarez and Messi who were rushing towards him.

Guardiola put his hands down and fell into a daze.

Enrique shouted.

finally.

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Barcelona eliminated Bayern Munich and advanced to the Champions League final.

The reporters wrote furiously.

Reports came out one after another at a rapid pace.

The title is chosen based on the highest popularity.

"Meeting in Berlin, Champions League final: Manchester City vs. Barcelona."

"The battle for the general situation, the battle between Gao Qi and Enrique as master and apprentice. "

"The fateful contest between the new generation of geniuses, Gao Qi vs. Neymar."

"The strongest center forward competition, Gao Qi VS Suarez."

"The ultimate showdown, Gao Qi vs Messi."

Mixed interview area.

Reporters surrounded the Barcelona stars.

Pique stretched out his index and middle fingers and 'poked' his eyes: "I have seen through the actions of the Manchester City twins."

Rakitic said seriously: "You ask me if Messi is the best. This question is like asking if you need football to play."

When reporters repeatedly mentioned Gao Qi's name.

Suarez showed his white teeth excitedly.

Neymar clenched his fists excitedly.

Messi didn't say anything and walked out of the crowd silently. No one knew what he was thinking.

Post-match press conference.

Enrique is in high spirits.

"Gao is my most proud disciple."

"He was my player when he was 18 years old." "My football philosophy has a profound influence on Gao."

"After that, he was baptized by different coaches, different opponents, different leagues, different tactics, and walked out a path of his own."

"I'll beat him in Berlin."

There was thunderous applause.

It cannot be refuted that the 18-year-old Chinese star did emerge out of nowhere in the team coached by Enrique and shone in Europe.

After a while.

Guardiola appeared in everyone's sight.

"Messi is incredible, he is the best in the world."

“Messi.”

“Messi.”

“Why did we lose?”

The Bayern coach couldn't help but praise the Barcelona superstar.

Silence followed.

His eyes were wandering and his thoughts were flying far away.

Do I have to leave Bayern Munich a year early?

Cheshire.

The TV screen was showing highlights of the game.

Morata knocked on the door, exhausted, and walked into the living room holding four small potted plants.

"Gao, I sent this to you specially. Our opponent in the final is Barcelona?"

Gao Qi took the potted plant and said, "It's really nice."

"Is it good to meet Barcelona? Or is it good to meet a potted plant?"

"It's all good."

"Haha."

MSN Barcelona is very strong in its peak form, but it can't scare the twin stars.

Morata did not stay any longer and left in a hurry saying that he was going home to play games.

Before leaving, he suddenly said: "I don't know who will be the head coach next season."

Gao Qi shook his head.

He hopes the head coach is the type of Garcia and Pellegrini.

After so many years, my inner thoughts have not changed: if I encounter a coach who has a strong desire for control and focuses on deployment in offensive areas, I will have a hard time playing.

Not just clubs.

I hope the national team will never encounter that kind of coach.

Many people don't have a choice.

Sometimes he doesn't know whether he should choose.

Manchester City's upcoming schedule is easy: two rounds of league games, the FA Cup final, and the Champions League final.

"high!"

"Bayern are eliminated."

Lina sent a voice message.

The voice was slightly sad.

The German farm girl's family has been fans of Bayern Munich since her grandfather's generation.

Before he could speak, he was held on the railing of the stands, and the adults raised their fists to cheer for the Southern Stars.

Gao Qi replied with a sad expression.

I don't feel sad at all.

I was once beaten badly by the Bayern Munich team that swept across Europe.

Suddenly I remembered: Why did Lina wear the Roma jersey when playing against Bayern?
Cobham training ground.

The Chelsea logo can be seen everywhere.

Mourinho put his hands in his pockets, looking into the distance, no one knew what he was thinking, his face remained grim.

The assistant coach blew the whistle, signaling the players to take a break.

Diego Costa loudly teased Fabregas: "Why are you so happy, is it because Barcelona advanced to the final?"

The latter put down the newspaper in a panic, his face flushed, and argued: "No."

"Ha ha!"

Everyone laughed.

If we weren't teammates, I almost blurted out: Fabregas doesn't want to return to Barcelona, ​​does he?

Smile and smile.

Someone blurted out: "We are going to beat Manchester City and win the Premier League title!"

It's such a bummer.

It feels like this: in the originally relaxing atmosphere, someone suddenly mentions your winter vacation homework.

Diego Costa went to drive the sightseeing bus dissatisfied.

Hazard had no desires. He touched his belly and wanted to eat a hamburger.

Courtois shook his head: De Bruyne's shadow could not be dispelled.

(End of this chapter)