Football: The National Football Team Misled Me, Run to Barcelona as the King of Football
48 A fiery national derby! A hundred years of grudges still existed!!!

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La Liga had been at its peak for nearly a decade!!

Three years ago, Spain won the World Cup and created the Spanish football kingdom.

Real Madrid President Florentino's superstar policy created the 'Galactic Battleship.'

The 'Dream Team Era' created by Barcelona.

It allowed Real Madrid and Barcelona to take away the vast majority of traffic worldwide!

A hundred years of grudges…

This caused frequent and long-lasting conflicts between the two best football clubs in Spain!

The star players of the two teams had changed over the years.

There were still many things that the fans were familiar with!

The continued prominence of the competitive level, the long history of grudges, and the popularity of the big-name star players.

The derby between Barcelona and Real Madrid was famous all over the world!

As long as the words 'national derby' were mentioned.

The first thing people thought of was Barcelona and Real Madrid!

Next were Bayern and Dortmund, River Plate and Boka Junior!

...

There was still one day before the match.

In the villa, Ye Lingfeng was training his core strength under Pintus 'supervision.

"Your main opponent tomorrow is Serjo Ramos!”

"I've been paying attention to Ramos's technical indicators! His strengths and weaknesses are very obvious!"

" That's right!" Pintus 'gaze was deep." His strength lies in his fierce fighting. His Spirit attribute is not bad! But at the same time, his advantage and disadvantage was…His offensive attributes are too exuberant!"

Ye Lingfeng nodded in agreement.

Ramos was a full-back and had a strong desire to attack.

As a defender, he often played a pivotal role in the team's offense.

However, the disadvantages were also very obvious. There would often be a large defensive gap behind him!

"I don't know if you Barca can fool that old fox Ancelotti this time. When I was a fitness coach in Serie A, I could hear the legend of Ancelotti everywhere!”

"All of Ancelotti's tactics must have been designed to target Messi and Neymar! Because in their understanding, they didn't consider my existence!”

The low-key signing ceremony protected him.

If he was exposed to the spotlight too early…

Perhaps Ancelotti's tactical board would have a set of tactical plans for himself!

Barcelona and Real Madrid had been evenly matched over the years.

Barcelona had the glory of the Dream Three, and Real Madrid had the peak of the Galaxy II.

The clash between powerhouses was often decided by an uncertain factor,'X'!

Ye Lingfeng was Project X.

...

Real Madrid's training ground in the suburbs of Madrid.

"That's it! Pepe, learn from Ramos how to box out! Use your brain to defend, not your recklessness!”

On the sidelines, Ancelotti was chewing gum and shouting to the field.

On the court.

The Real Madrid players and their substitutes were playing against each other.

Ramos had just completed a wonderful steal!

As the vice-captain of Real Madrid, he was now the absolute core of Real Madrid's defense.

A true defensive gate!

In the previous national derbies, he had been the one to tackle Messi, tackle Andres Nieesta, and kick Xavi!

As for his partner, the Monk, Pepe.

He was the one responsible for cleaning up the mess!

Ramos was better at defense.

Pepe was even more outstanding in terms of the fierceness of his defense!

Morata was a little dizzy from Ramos 'attack.""My God! Fortunately, I'm not the center forward for Barcelona tomorrow. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll die on the field!”

Morata suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Sergie! You need to be more wary of Ye's play tomorrow. He's the kind of all-rounded center! Locking him down might be equivalent to locking down Messi behind him!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ramos and Pepe looked at each other in confusion.

"Ye? Who was that? Isn't Barcelona's center forward Sanchez?"

Pepe slapped his bald head. Barcelona's center forward was either Sanchez, Messi, or Pedro! Because they did not have a center forward at all!”

After saying that, the two of them looked at each other and laughed.

He did not take Morata's words seriously at all.

Morata was stunned." You don't know who Ye is?" Didn't he play in Barcelona's first round of the league tournament?”

This was impossible!

Ye Lingfeng, who could become the absolute core of the striker in Spain's U21 team…

Morata could not think of any reason why he could not play in Barcelona!

Could it be…This guy got Enrique's daughter pregnant?

So Enrique forced him to sit on the bench?

"Relax, my big guy and little guy!”

Ramos patted the shoulder of the junior of the national team." What's there to make a fuss about?”

Morata shook his head fiercely. You can go and watch the video of the League Two derby a month ago! Fabio and Nacho were completely defeated by that guy!”

"Compared to him, Sanchez is simply trash!”

Alonso and Modric also came over.

"Fabio? Nacho? Fabio did play for the First Team twice, but Nacho, like you, just got promoted to the First Team!”

"That kind of defensive quality doesn't have any strength in La Liga!”

Alonso's tone was a little frivolous.

As Real Madrid's main defensive midfielder.

His defensive ability was outstanding, and he had a lot of experience in defense!

Its coverage was comparable to that of Water Buffalo Essien at his peak.

And the Spanish player's own footwork skills were beyond Essien's reach!

In the Spanish national team, Alonso could easily squeeze Busquets out of the starting lineup.

Between him and Xavi, one of them had a precise long pass and the other had a sharp short pass.

Together, they created the bullfighter dynasty three years ago!

Ramos also shook his head. What was the difference between that and a child playing house?”

"If the guy you're talking about is very strong, why doesn't Barcelona let him play?”

Faced with the doubts of the First Team's veterans.

Morata was also lost.

...

After the match ended.

On the other field, Casillas saved a high-quality free kick from Ronaldo.

"There will be countless fouls in the game against Barcelona! We will get a lot of opportunities for set pieces in the front field, and vice versa!”

Casillas revealed a determined expression.

He was the main goalkeeper of Spain's golden generation.

During the World Cup three years ago, he had spread the name of 'Saint Cassie' all over the world!

He even created a terrifying record of 682 minutes without conceding a goal!

Ronaldo nodded and placed a new football in front of him.

He took a few steps back and spread his legs.

He stood behind the football in the classic compass stance.

"My set piece threat is far higher than Messi's! Last season, I scored three direct free kicks!”

After saying that, Ronaldo ran up and hit the goal.

The football plummeted like an elevator and smashed into the goal guarded by Casillas!

"Maintain this state!"

Casillas took off his goalkeeper gloves and walked towards Ronaldo." Valdés can only be my substitute on the national team! His ability to get the ball out was good, but his level of saving was very low!”

"Tomorrow, I'll shoot him into a sieve!"”

Ronaldo was at the peak of his career!

At this stage, he had gotten rid of the gaudiness and insincerity of Manchester United.

Gradually transforming into a calm scoring machine!

He was the absolute core of Real Madrid's forward line!

"Tomorrow's match…I will prove to the fans that there is only one best striker on this planet!”

Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes were filled with determination.

...

August 24th.

The second round of La Liga.

The highly anticipated match day of the La Liga derby!

Tens of thousands of figures in white poured into the streets of Madrid.

It was especially dazzling under the scorching afternoon sun!

On this day, the entire Madrid was in an uproar!

Except for the Atletti fans.

Almost all the residents of Madrid flocked to the streets.

He shouted Real Madrid's classic slogan loudly!

“HalaMadrid!”

“HalaMadrid!”

A huge sound wave swept across the sky above Madrid.

Even those who did not love football would be infected by such an atmosphere!

On the street.

The white sea of people surged in the direction of the legendary stadium not far away!

The stadium of the Bernabéu!

Real Madrid's home ground!

It was also the home ground of the Spanish national team.

He had hosted many Champions League finals.

If white was the symbol of Real Madrid.

The Bernabéu stadium was a solid fortress for the Real Madrid fans!

Today's showdown of the century.

It would be the first highlight of the new season in La Liga!

"Messi! That crybaby! Just wait to return to your mother's arms and cry!”

"We brought in Bale this summer! What, did you say Barcelona also bought Neymar? Sorry, one Bell's money could buy two Neymars! This is the difference!"

"Barcelona should have been razed to the ground in the war a hundred years ago!”

"This is Bernabéu! This is Madrid! Don't even think about going back!"

“HalaMadrid!”

“...”

The Real Madrid fans were arrogant!

The resident reporters of the Dragon Country's Department 5 wandered the streets of Madrid.

The shoulder that was carrying the camera trembled slightly!

They were also deeply shocked by this atmosphere!

This was a football atmosphere that the Dragon Country could not have!

- F * ck, is this the pre-match atmosphere of the national derby? It was like a f * cking demonstration!

- Where is this? When they entered the stadium, the showdown between the fans had just begun!

- Is the starting lineup for the game out yet? Who would start for Barcelona today? Could it be Sanchez again? How could Barcelona compete with Real Madrid's BBC?

- The starting lineup was only announced an hour before the start of the game! It could also be half an hour! The goal was to prevent the opponent from making targeted tactical arrangements in advance!

- Sigh, if Ye Lingfeng could fight for a place in the starting lineup in a match like the national derby…Dragon Country's football might really see hope!

- Don't be a fucking joke! Ye Lingfeng? A relegation team like Granada could not even play, and they still wanted to play in the national derby?

- What a scoundrel! It was estimated that after sitting on the water dispenser in Barcelona for a season, he would be demoted to the echelon!

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