Puyol was the first to enter the locker room. He was red and blue, with a gambling company logo printed on his chest. He took it off and threw it hard to a place on the left side of the entrance to the locker room.

I heard a snap, and the wet jersey fell heavily on the floor and stuck.

It's sweaty and very heavy.

He sat in front of his wardrobe in the locker room, took off his sneakers and socks, and the sneakers were placed aside, but the socks were thrown directly at the position of the jersey just now, like a parabola, almost thrown on Pique's head who was walking in.

"Be careful, captain!" Pique reminded his captain.

More and more players walked back to the locker room. Some of them had taken off their jerseys and threw the wet jerseys at the place where Puyol had just thrown the jerseys. After they left, staff would come to help them take away the clothes, clean them up and send them back.

But the Barcelona jersey will change next season, and this is the last time they have worn this jersey to fight.

Puyol took off his shorts, took off his underwear, and walked into the shower room naked. He heard the sound of water spraying out from the spray head, landing on his face like an arrow, with a stinging pain, but he couldn't take away the guilt in his heart.

He could vaguely hear that there were people quarrels outside, and Pique had the biggest voice.

He rushed away the sweat stains on his body, but he couldn't get rid of the sadness in his heart. Puyol did not move, but turned off the spray head casually, leaning against the narrow shower room, listening to the noisy sound outside.

Through a door, it seemed that it could help Puyol separate all the embarrassment and the connection between him and the fans.

Fortunately, the Bernabeu's locker room facilities are very good and there are multiple shower rooms. And the Barcelona players all know that Puyol is in a bad mood, so no one says anything. Let him stay inside.

"Our starting tactics are indeed very bad. They were completely restrained by Real Madrid!" someone said lightly.

Puyol was very familiar with this voice, Tito Biranova, when he heard this, he was thinking in his heart. Is Guardiola in the locker room now?

"I always feel that the 532 tactics should not appear on teams like Barcelona. Our advantage lies in offense, and our defense has never been very good. Playing 532 is equivalent to weakening our own advantages and exposing our disadvantages to our opponents. What is Yang Cheng's Real Madrid's best at? Isn't it just offense?"

"What we do now is to hit ourselves in the gun of Real Madrid!"

Bilanova analyzed it clearly, "So I think the responsibility for conceding the ball in the first half is not the players, not you, but our coaching staff should bear it!"

It is said that the coaching team bears the responsibility, but in fact, everyone knows that the coaching team bears all the responsibilities that the coaching team bears.

Humans are animals who are very good at making excuses for themselves and shirking responsibility for themselves. No matter which country or environment they live in, they will subconsciously shirk for themselves after problems arise. However, some wise people will consciously suppress this kind of shirk responsibility and analyze the pros and cons.

But it has to be said that Biranova's approach has been recognized by many players, because what they need most now is to shirk responsibility. As long as someone comes to shirk their responsibilities, they will have no choice but to welcome them.

Just as the players said something, I shirked responsibility and analyzed the problems in the starting tactics. I vaguely pointed the finger at the coaching staff and Guardiola, the latter knocked open the door of the locker room and walked in.

Puyol heard a slam in the shower room, someone hit the door and then said, "Our performance in the first half was like shit. No, it was even shit more than shit. Each of you had to reflect on me, what football were you playing in the first half, but it was definitely not Barcelona's football!"

Even though Puyol closed his eyes, he could hear it. This was Guardiola's roar.

"How did I tell you before the game?" Guardiola obviously hasn't calmed down yet, because they lost too badly in the first half of this game. "I said that we must do our best to ensure our ball control in the game and have the patience to play a protracted battle, but you can see how you perform!"

"As the past week, I have repeatedly emphasized to you that you must pay attention to position and echo the defense. Don't be confused by Real Madrid players. You can easily leave your position or extend the distance with your teammates. But see how many people you still remember what I said in the game. What I see is your absent-mindedness!"

"Our defense is a mess!" Guardiola said more and more furious.

But at this moment, Pique stood up and said, "Sir, it is not fair to our central defenders at all!"

This famous rich second-generation and official second-generation Barcelona have always been hard-working people who are not afraid of death. When Guardiola was furious, he was the only one who dared to stand up and refute, because he was extremely angry now.

He pursued Avril, who had been unable to pursue for many years, sat in the stands waiting to see his jokes. His new girlfriend Shakira also sat in the stands, but now he completely lost face in front of these two women, which made him more popular than anyone else.

Originally, it made him feel a little better than Ranova's words because the responsibility was not entirely on his side. But now Guardiola seems to be trying to shift all the responsibility to the players. Maybe he has the idea of ​​angrily motivating the players, but in Pique's view, this is to push all the responsibility to him.

Among the three goals conceded, he had some mistakes in it, so in his ears, Guardiola's words were particularly harsh, as if they were targeting him, which made him feel very dissatisfied, so he had to refute it.

"Unfair? Why is it unfair?" Guardiola glared at Pique, and at this time he dared to provoke him.

Iniesta also pulled Lapik and signaled him not to say anything, but Pik shook Iniesta's hand away, stared at Guardiola, and looked at him without any concession.

"I think we do have some responsibility for conceding the ball, but the greater responsibility is not with us. It is with you!"

Everyone was a little stunned because they saw Pique pointing at Guardiola. Something big is going to happen!

"We have always been an offensive team. Our defense is not good. Our right side is not Maicon, but a madman who only knows how to attack and does not want to defend. Although our left side has defense, the countermeasures are a mess. But what about in front of us? Once the opponent sends the ball into the 32-meter zone, who can protect our central defender?"

"Since our defense is not solid, this is a tradition that has been left since the Dream Team's period. Then we should not give up the way we are best at. We should attack, use offense to suppress Real Madrid and fight against them. Only cowards will choose to escape, choose defense, and then conceal the ball and shift all the responsibilities to the players!"

Pique's mouth was too unscrupulous. It was not the first time he spoke without restraint when he was excited.

Hearing him say this, Guardiola's face turned pale. He almost glared at Pique, looking like he wanted to eat people, "You said I am a coward? I escape? I say we should attack?"

"The fucking open your dog's eyes and take a look. Who dares to attack Real Madrid in Europe? How miserable are those attacking teams dead? You don't know anything at all, but you're talking nonsense there. What do you know?"

Pique sneered, "I don't understand. You are the head coach. You understand, but you obviously can't handle Yang Cheng!"

"I'll gosh, your damn shit!" Guardiola punched Pique's locker in the locker room behind him, making a deafening sound of gold and iron. It was obvious that the Barcelona coach was still trying hard to restrain his anger.

The locker room was quiet, and everyone was shocked by Guardiola's punch. After all, he was also Barcelona's former meritorious leader and Barcelona's current head coach. This punch was enough to shock everyone.

Puyol opened the door of the shower room and walked out naked. Everyone was watching him, but he walked over without any concern and walked towards his wardrobe and seat.

"Captain, you're here just right, he..." Pique felt that Puyol must be on his side, and came over to win over Puyol. But unexpectedly, as soon as he was halfway through his words, he heard Puyol's slap, and shook his hand and gave him a heavy slap.

"You..." Pique covered his red cheeks and looked at Puyol in amazement.

Everyone in the locker room looked at Puyol in disbelief, but unexpectedly the captain actually beat Pique.

"Who is him?" Puyol stared naked at the person under him, bent down by him, as if he was kneeling under his crotch. "Don't you even scream? Where did you throw away the rules of the team's locker room? He is the team's head coach one day, and he is our leader!"

Puyor's statement made the players bow their heads. The Barcelona captain has been the captain of the team for nearly ten years and has always been the most indispensable member of the team and the soul of the team. Even Laporta dares not provoke him easily.

However, his statement was confusing. He just said that Guardiola was the team's head coach, so he supported it, but this does not mean that he supports Guardiola to continue coaching Barcelona, ​​so his statement also shocked Guardiola.

In Barcelona's locker room, Guardiola obviously felt that she was isolated!

Everyone sat silently without saying a word. Some sat in the seats and hugged their heads, while others wore jerseys and socks to prepare for the second half of the game. It looked quiet and the atmosphere was very strange.

"Hehe, nothing is wrong. The most important thing for us now is to concentrate on the second half!" Bilanova said with a smile.

But his words had no effect. No one in the entire locker room listened to him, which made Biranova laugh a little embarrassedly, because even Guardiola stared at him with a bit of weirdness, as if she wanted to see through the secret in his heart.

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The players of both teams returned to the locker room to rest. No one knew what was going on in their respective locker rooms, but the fans were obviously busy doing their own things.

Soon, as the second half approached, Real Madrid fans in the stands finally completed some things.

First, there were Real Madrid fans from the chairman stands. They directly raised the cards in their hands. Each huge card had some English letters written on it, and when they formed it, it turned into a sentence. The beginning was a poster of Yang Cheng, as if Yang Cheng was saying. "Shakira. When you say it, which of us is more like a joke?"

At the same time, the fans were shouting slogans such as [Shakira! Joke!]. Obviously, they were dissatisfied with Shakira's jokes before the game and took revenge, because the fans were bound to be repaid.

On the other side, Real Madrid fans in the south stands pulled out a huge temporary banner. They hung it on the edge of the second floor stand, allowing Barcelona fans and Shakira opposite the stands to see clearly, and it said. [Shakira: My Pique will score a goal! Pique: Hey. Damn, where did my ball go?]

Some extreme fans simply made personal attacks. After the banner was posted in the south stands, some extreme fans simply cooperated directly and shouted loudly, "Ah. My dear Shakira, your Pique's ball can't be found!"

"It's okay. My favorite Pique, I have two big balls full of breath here!!"

In conjunction with several fans holding up photos of women's bust patterns, it is obvious that they are sarcastic and ridiculing Shakira and Pique, and Pique's balls contain double meanings, which makes the entire slogan very ironic.

Shakira saw the actions of fans in the stands, with her face blue and purple, which was very interesting because it was her first time to experience such a mortal hostility and the Champions League final, so she did think about using this platform to gain a sense of presence and popularity.

But what she didn't expect was that the words she said casually before the game now brought her such a painful humiliation, which made her really want to leave the court and leave this hell, but she felt that it was inappropriate to leave like this, and she was used to various scenes, so she endured it.

"Mom, where is the ball on Shakira's body? Why can't I see it?" Charles asked his mother naively.

Charlize Theron almost laughed, shook his head hard, scratching the kid's head, "Children don't understand, stop asking!"

"The teacher said, if you don't understand, you have to ask!" The boy was quite confident.

Charlize Theron was speechless, "You will naturally understand when you grow up!"

"Tsk, you guys always like to say this!" The boy turned his head, looking angry.

Just as he turned his head, he saw Melissa Terrio holding Yan in the distance. She also looked at Charles, nodded to Charles from a distance, took Yang's little hand in his arms, and waved to Charles. Charles was so happy that he waved to Yang. If there weren't so many people in the stands, he would have gone over and have fun with his little brother.

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The ridicule, sarcasm and sarcasm made the stands of Real Madrid fans extremely lively, especially when attacking opponents and opponents, they spared no effort and did a lot of fun, making the entire Bernabeu stadium very lively and noisy.

However, on the rostrum, Florentino, who was the host, accompanied UEFA President Beckenbauer, UEFA senior executives, Spanish Football Association senior executives, AC Milan and other invited guests, all sat in the business seats and looked at the boiling Bernabeu Stadium with interest.

The 3:0 score can almost be said to have laid the advantage of Real Madrid in winning the championship ahead of schedule. Unless Barcelona wants to have a Bernabeu miracle that clones the miracle of Istanbul, it will be difficult for them to stop Real Madrid from winning the championship.

But as the director of the Istanbul Miracle, will Yang Cheng allow his brilliant feat to appear tragically on himself?

Florentino looked very relaxed and freehand. After Real Madrid scored his first goal, he smiled more and more and laughed louder and louder. Everyone could tell that he was already full of confidence in the team's championship.

Yang Cheng's team has almost never been reversed by leading 2:0, let alone 3:0. If Barcelona still reverses this way, it can only be said that Yang Cheng's team has suffered a great disaster for eight lifetimes.

"I just passed by and heard the staff talking. I heard that there was an internal strife in Barcelona's locker room!" Butragno smiled and shook his head. He said this very lightly, only a few people including Florentino and Bekenbauer could hear it, and Laporta and others in the distance could not hear it.

"It seems that the overall situation has been decided!" Beckenbauer also felt that even without internal strife, it would be difficult for Barcelona to reverse, "It may even create a shocking score!"

It's already 3:0 now. If Barcelona lacks fighting spirit, it's not impossible for Real Madrid to take advantage of the victory and continue to score goals, especially considering that Real Madrid's team has such excellent offensive ability, who dares to say that they don't have such strength?

Florentino nodded constantly and won the Champions League championship for two consecutive years. In addition, he has achieved great success in the three-time champion this season and has won four consecutive championships in La Liga. Real Madrid's Galaxy Battleship II phase can be said to have reached the peak in history, which makes him, the operator of the Galaxy Battleship, feel and be honored.

He himself knew very well that all this was inseparable from Yang Cheng's command and operation behind the scenes. It was precisely because of this that he was so at ease to hand over all the affairs in the competitive field to Yang Cheng to take charge. Fortunately, the latter led Real Madrid to rise steadily, allowing him, the chairman to benefit from it.

"Yang Cheng is indeed a rare talent!" Beckenbauer smiled and nodded, "Now Real Madrid can be said to have reached the peak of history. I'm afraid it will be more and more difficult for you to keep him, Florentino!"

Florentino frowned when he heard it. He was not stupid at all, and could hear what Beckenbauer meant.

"This time, I want to discuss something with you in addition to watching football!" Beckenbauer said with a smile.
Chapter completed!