Barcelona's starting lineup could be said to be the top existence in the world of football, especially when the front line was equipped with Neymar, Suáres, and Messi.
Their offensive capabilities were enough to break through any defensive line.
Less than two minutes into the game, Messi helped the main team take the lead.
His fake shot on the right side of the penalty area fooled the entire rear defensive line and then easily pushed the far corner to score.
Messi, who scored the goal, did not have any emotional fluctuations, as if he was drinking water and eating.
Most of the players on the substitutes 'side were equally unmoved because, in their view, it was only natural for Messi to score.
Only Tang Zhe frowned and held back.
A minute later, Messi received a pass back from Suáriz in front of the penalty area and chose not to shoot. The football was blocked back by Xavi in the penalty area. Pedro was quick and rushed to kick the football to Tang Zhe before Rakhic could get the ball.
Before the game, assistant coach Winsue had instructed him to pass the ball to Tang Zhe as soon as possible. Pedro, who was extremely capable of executing tactics, naturally gave the ball to Tang Zhe first.
Looking at the football flying towards him, Tang Zhe took the initiative to catch it, and at the same time, he prepared to use his few Speed Cards.
However…Tang Zhe's raised right foot had yet to touch the ball when he felt a huge force on his back. His body fell forward uncontrollably and fell flat on his face.
"Beep ~"
The fitness coach, who was the guest referee, blew the whistle in his mouth, signaling Bartra to foul.
Bartra shrugged his shoulders helplessly at the fitness coach, then took half a step forward and said fiercely to Tang Zhe, who was about to get up,""Chinese people, professional football is not as simple as you think!”
In fact, Tang Zhe had already guessed that it was Bartra the moment they made physical contact, so he did not have any emotional fluctuations and only replied with one word,""Oh ~"
Oh again!
Baltra felt like his lungs were about to explode from anger. Fortunately, he, who was more professional, snorted coldly. He held back his energy and wanted to teach Tang Zhe a lesson in the next confrontation!
Soon, their second confrontation came.
Tang Zhe, who was running, turned around to chase after Xavi's second pass from the heavy encirclement, but before he could fully speed up, the position in front of him was blocked by Baltra, thus losing the possibility of chasing the ball.
The football was taken by Pique, and the main team reorganized their attack.
Bartra walked to Tang Zhe's side like a victor and said provocatively,""Give up, Chinese man. You can't break through my defense.”
Bartra's response was still the same simple and emotionless " Oh."
Feeling that he was being looked down upon, Bartra gritted his teeth and followed Tang Zhe. He added,""Just wait to get out of Gamber Sports City!”
"Oh ~"
Of course, Tang Zhe didn't look down on Bartra as he did on the surface. On the contrary, he paid special attention to him.
If he couldn't even handle a second-rate center back like Baltra, how could he become the world's top professional footballer?
Tang Zhe and Bartra were about the same height, but there was a big difference in weight, a full five kilograms.
A professional player's five kilograms meant that it was not just a difference of ten pounds, but a difference in muscles, which seriously affected the physical confrontation between them.
In order to not be at a disadvantage physically, Tang Zhe had a thought when his teammates were defending and bought three Strength Cards in the mall.
[Strength Card: Increases 5 points of sturdiness and 5 points of shooting strength for half a minute after use.]
Is it a physical contest?
Who was afraid of who?
Tang Zhe glanced at Bartra and grinned.
Bartra, who was paying attention to the game, suddenly felt a chill on his back and raised his eyebrows.
Why did he feel so flustered?
……
Tang Zhe had yet to wait for the opportunity when the main force scored another goal.
It was not Messi who scored this time, but Neymar.
However, 80% of the credit for this goal was given to Messi. It was Messi's breakthrough in the right flank of the attack that caused the substitutes to not mark him tightly. Then, a penetrating straight ball was sent to Neymar's feet.
In this regard, the country's national gate, Ter Stegen, was very helpless.
Tang Zhe also felt helpless. He had been waiting for an opportunity to help his team score, but the opportunity did not wait. Instead, Messi's main team scored another goal.
Ten minutes into the game, the main team, who was leading by two goals, played more calmly, while Tang Zhe was like a headless fly, frequently dragging them in.
However, in the face of absolute strength, this was useless.
With a crushing attack, the assistant manager, Winsue, walked to Enrique's side and said,""Louis, the difference in strength is too great. Do you want to adjust the players on both sides?”
"No need." Enrique crossed his arms and shook his head.
In Enrique's view, this disparity could stimulate the combat effectiveness of the substitutes.
In other words, Barcelona did not need players without fighting spirit.
Time passed second by second. Tang Zhe, who was holding three Strength Cards, became more and more anxious.
Standing by the side of the field to observe Tang Zhe's performance, Luís da Silva was equally anxious. Tang Zhe's trial was a military pledge he had given to the club, which meant that Tang Zhe's performance could not convince the sports department's top management and Enrique, so he would leave with Tang Zhe."Good luck, Huaxia people!"
The main force's offensive was like a tide. Fortunately, the national goalkeeper, Terstegen, who had lost two goals in a row against Messi and Neymar, performed well and defended the goal.
"Chance, chance! When will the opportunity come?"
Once again, seeing Ter Stegen reject Messi's shot, Tang Zhe was anxious.
At this moment, Mathieu took the football thrown out by Ter Stegen and completed a big kick to clear the ball. The football flew to the half-circle arc.
Suddenly, Tang Zhe and Louis da Silva realized that this was a rare opportunity!
As the main force's offense became more and more fierce, Baltra's attention on Tang Zhe gradually decreased.
In his opinion, there was no need to pay attention to Tang Zhe anymore.
Tang Zhe, who was running, was also consciously paying attention to Baltra and Pique's running positions while judging the football's landing point." Activate Strength Card, Speed Card."
It was exactly the same as the previous defense. Baltra was in charge of the forward defense, and Pique was in charge of the auxiliary defense.
In a split second, Baltra had an illusion that Tang Zhe's speed…seemed to have become much faster.
The next moment, his pupils constricted.
Tang Zhe's speed didn't seem much faster, but it was actually much faster!
Under the premise of his innate speed, he even used the Speed Card. This meant that Tang Zhe's speed had reached the maximum of 20 points.
Pique, who was in charge of assisting in defense, also noticed this, so he increased his speed by half a beat and prepared to make up for it.
Bartra sneered in his heart as he approached Tang Zhe.
You can grab the ball's landing point in front of me just because you're fast?
Too young!
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