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Chapter 1404 Everything is silent

After the announcement of the starting list, the passage of time has accelerated rapidly.

After a short break at the training base, the Gunners boarded the bus to the Emirates Stadium.

As a home game, they have already stepped on the field countless times in the training of the past few days, so they don't remember to enter the field to warm up at this moment. Everyone leisurely enters the locker room from the parking lot, and then changes.

Another training base in the city, the Barcelona players who borrowed the Tottenham Stadium also boarded the bus to the Emirates Stadium under the call of Guardiola.

Sitting in the car, the Barcelona players were quite quiet. Everyone looked out the window as more and more Gunners fans got closer and closer to the stadium.

Among them, it is natural that Cesc Fabregas, who is sitting by the window at the back of the car, has the most complicated heart.

It's not that he regrets his decision. Choosing to leave Arsenal when he achieved his greatest achievement was an inevitable choice for him to return to Barcelona.

However, this generational difference in status still made him feel a little mixed.

Although returning as La Masia's youth training, Xiaofa really has not found that kind of home feeling in Barcelona. He has a hunch that the club that has paid a huge price but failed to achieve results in him will soon sell himself again.

Obviously, going home is not a good option when you don't have enough strength.

"Okay, get out of the car."

Compared with the image of constantly talking and talking on the training ground and on the field, Guardiola is actually very talkative in normal times.

He was the first to get off after the team bus drove into the car park of the Emirates Stadium under the boos of the sky, and then led the players to the locker room under the leadership of the staff.

Compared with Arsenal, Barcelona needs to do more. After a short break in the locker room, they changed their jerseys and quickly stepped onto the court, taking advantage of the time before the game started to adapt to the court.

Revisiting the old place, the memory of being eliminated by the Gunners in the quarter-finals of last season came back to my mind. Messi and the main players of last season seemed a little silent.

They put all this silence into the warm-up.

"Both teams were warming up and there was a lot of noise from the fans at the Emirates Stadium."

Liu Jianhong and CCTV's broadcast team came to the scene again, watching the Arsenal team entering the stadium shortly after Barcelona started to warm up, it was obvious that the fans in the entire stadium at this moment were sent to the home team.

The warm-up of the two teams is very focused, and there is not much eye contact with each other. Even returning to the locker room is a diversion, so there is no need to say anything during this warm-up time.

Soon, it was locker room time for both sides.

"Last season, right here, we were knocked out."

Like an angry lion, Puyol stood in front of the Barcelona players. When the team's style was becoming more and more elegant and somewhat dull by Guardiola, Puyol still maintained his hot and iron heart.

"Now, tell me what you are here for!"

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!!!"

"Very good, let's do it!"

Stretching out his right hand, the players gathered together one by one, and Puyol brought the atmosphere of the team to a fiery one.

The anger and fighting spirit that the Barcelona players have been accumulating has been fully realized.

"Then, get out!"

As soon as the door of the locker room was pushed open, just after the staff knocked, Puyol went out with a murderous look on his face. Behind him were a group of Barcelona players like him.

Compared with the Barcelona team, the shouts of the Arsenal team before going out were simple but exciting enough.

"Arsenal are champions!!!"

"Roar! Champion!"

The two teams met in the player tunnel with great momentum. Gunners captain Liu Feng and Barcelona captain Puyol stood side by side behind the referee team.

Although he can't compare with the veterans around him in terms of age, Liu Feng's momentum is not lost to Puyol at all.

With a sufficiently oppressive height and a confident aura, his subsequent smile completely disintegrated Puyol's murderous eyes.

"Get out!"

The referee on duty calibrated his watch for the last time, and then strode into the court.

As the passionate Champions League theme song sounded over the Emirates Stadium, the two teams stepped into the camera.

"CCTV, CCTV, hello viewers and friends, welcome to the 2011-2012 UEFA Champions League quarter-final match between Arsenal and Barcelona at home. I am the commentator Liu Jianhong."

The official opening remarks are accompanied by a picture of the two teams taking a group photo on the court. This event that makes countless fans crazy every year is here again.

"This is two consecutive seasons when the two teams met in the quarter-finals. Last season, Arsenal narrowly eliminated Barcelona at home. I don't know what the outcome of this season's battle will be."

On the court, a series of pre-match ceremonies were soon completed, and Liu Feng and Puyol came to the referee.

"Selection."

"I choose right."

"Then I'm against it."

From the time he came to the referee, Liu Feng found that Puyol had been staring at him. He was no stranger to this lion-like Barcelona defender. When he was still a fan, Puyol was definitely the leader of Barcelona.

It's just that I didn't expect that now I would have the opportunity to fight the opponent head-on again.

"No, Arsenal choose."

"Kickoff."

Having won the coin guessing victory, Liu Feng decisively chose the kick-off right for the team, and after he took the ball and put it under his feet, he took the initiative to extend his hand to Puyol.

"A lot of advice."

"..."

Puyol thought that he had expressed his hostility clearly enough, but the spring-like smile on the face of the man in front of him still forced him to stretch out his hand.

"I won't show mercy."

"Of course, neither will I."

After the two captains rushed to their teammates, the prelude has come to an end.

"The players from both sides stood up on the field. A Feng chose the kick-off for Arsenal. The game will start immediately."

Raising his head and facing each other, Liu Feng finally had a direct eye contact with Messi, who was described by the media as his rival in this game.

"Shhhhhh!!!"

Then, there is no follow.

"The game officially started, Afeng launched the ball, Aguero turned around and passed back, and the ball was given to Ganso in the midfield."

Arsenal's possession of the ball continued after the start of the game. Barcelona did not step forward to press for the first time. Their formation gunners in this game were also 442.

This world-renowned game officially kicked off.

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