At the end of the first half, Real Madrid, who played at home, relied on three goals from Drogba, Beckham and Robinho, leading Barcelona 3:2.

Although he was only one goal ahead, the fanatical Real Madrid fans seemed to have enjoyed the victory of the game and received warm applause for the team's performance.

With the team leading the way, Real Madrid coach Mourinho did not return to the locker room immediately, deliberately slowed down and waited for Qiao Wanxian to pass by him, hoping to take the opportunity to humiliate him.

After all, Real Madrid lost in the Champions League final last season, and every time he thinks of vomiting blood, Mourinho feels like he vomits blood.

Although the game just passed halfway through, Mourinho has already seen that Barcelona has been weak and their weak defense line cannot withstand the fierce attacks of Real Madrid superstars.

Now, it's time to get the place back!

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Qiao Wanxian? Haha, Barcelona performed very well in the first half. It's a pity that Real Madrid performed better." Mourinho's eyes showed unconcealed excitement.

However, Qiao Wanxian seemed to have not heard Mourinho say anything at all, and advised himself: "Jose, Real Madrid is over, surrender quickly!"

"Ah? Surrender, surrender? Are you wrong?"

Mourinho's eyes were wide open, showing an incredible expression.

This Qiao Dapao has a lot of brainstorms. Didn’t he tell the situation? The one who leads the score now is Real Madrid, and looking at the first half of the game, the one who has the advantage in the scene is also Real Madrid!

Whether it is the number of goals, shots, corner kicks, and free kicks, Real Madrid is obviously dominant. You guy actually said you want Real Madrid to surrender? You are drunk too much!

Unexpectedly, Qiao Wanxian ignored Mourinho's shock at all. He advised with great sincerity: "Jose, this La Liga is still long. Anyway, you have lost this game. If you don't go, replace the main players and retain some physical strength. Fortunately, those weak teams get points. Want to defeat my team? Haha, it's not me that. You really don't have that level."

Mourinho was so angry that he almost vomited blood!

Boy, why are you crazy? When I was in Porto, you didn’t know where you were playing with the mud in a corner and alley. You dared to shit on my head... and pointed at me?

I don’t have that level? What a joke. Open your eyes and see. The score is 3:2 now. The one who leads is my team. It’s Real Madrid!

Mourinho was so angry that he was so angry that he turned black that he wanted to step on Qiao Wanxian under his feet and then stomp his feet hard.

Who is it!

Qiao Wanxian ignored Mourinho's murderous look from beginning to end, and the old god said: "If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer a loss in front of you. Alas, forget it, you won't understand even if you say it. You don't have such a long-term vision. After the second half of the game is over, you will understand."

After saying that, he turned his head, walked into the locker room with his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest out.

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Barcelona dressing room.

Qiao Wanxian took off his coat, stood in front of the tactical board, holding the baton in his hand, and looking around the players.

"I like players with personality. In my opinion, any successful player must be brave and strong, and have a correct attitude towards the game in every game. Even if the final result may be bad and bad, you can still leave with your head held high after you work hard."

After Qiao Wanxian said this, the players felt much more relieved.

After all, Barcelona fell behind in the first half, but the players performed very hard, and they went to the away game to watch the Barcelona fans.

However, afterwards, Qiao Wan's gossip changed, which made the players' hearts suddenly tighten.

Qiao Dapao's temper is strange and strict rules make everyone frightened. Ashley Cole and his wife Cheriel teased him and were fined a huge sum of 300,000 euros. How can such a cruel method not make people afraid?

"But if some players are too personal, it's a very headache. In the first 25 minutes of the first half, we performed very well, cooperated with each other, passed smoothly, and played the football I wanted to see. But why did the situation in the game change so much after 25 minutes?"

Qiao Wan paused for a moment, glanced around, and asked the team veteran Van Bronthorst, "Giovani, what do you think?"

Van Bronthorst hesitated for a moment and said tentatively: "I think... our players are too impatient when dealing with the ball in front of the goal. They are in a hurry to shoot when they have not created the best time to score. They missed repeatedly and failed to expand the score."

"Okay!" Qiao Wanxian slapped his face and asked again: "Then tell me, who is it? No matter where the position is it, no matter how many players double-team it is, they always have to shoot so quickly?"

"Uh..." Van Bronthorst hesitated for a moment, unable to say a whimper, and his eyes kept glancing at Ronaldo involuntarily.

Van Bronthorst's judgment was right. After Barcelona took the lead 2:1, Ronaldo began a series of solo performances.

He is obviously unwilling to score just by scoring a penalty kick, and he needs more goals to prove his strength. Especially in a fantasy stadium like the Bernabeu, under such a Hongda stage, it is a time when superstars shine.

Whether it was Ronaldo, Zidane, Raul, Ronaldinho, Rivaldo, and Enrique before, they all had amazing performances in the Century Derby matches.

After Ronaldo was unwilling to surrender, he wanted to show his best performance to prove himself. Obviously, the Bernabeu is the best stage to show himself!

It’s a pity that his shots again and again were really...exaggerated.

Do you think of Real Madrid players as humans? The opponent's goalkeeper is Saint Cassi, not a human-shaped prop!

Van Bronkhorst never said the person's name. After all, everyone is a teammate. If Ronaldo's name is pointed out, it will somewhat affect the relationship between teammates.

C Luo took a deep breath, stood up with great responsibility, and said in a deep voice: "Boss, it's me! I wasted too many shooting opportunities in the first half, and the team was unable to score again, which is why I did not score again."

Qiao Wanxian immediately smiled: "Yo, do you still know it's you?"

C Luo's old face turned red and he scratched his head.

Joe Wanxian said to Roy Keane: "Tell everyone, this guy's first half shot data."

Roy Keane took a small notebook and coughed lightly, "The whole team shot 17 times, of which Cristiano completed 12 shots."

As soon as the words came out, Ronaldo blushed even more: "No, I actually shot so many times? My shots were more than twice the total number of shots from other players?"

Qiao Wanxian said in a pun: "Cristiano, I know, you have a very beautiful girlfriend named Ilena Shaic. It's normal that you can't control your shots a few more times. But you also have to give your teammates a few chances, right? Everyone is a man, and everyone can see you keep cumming there, can you feel comfortable in your heart?"

As soon as the words came out, a burst of laughter immediately came from the locker room.

The staff outside the door were stunned. What's wrong with Barcelona? Could it be that they are celebrating the achievements? They are so arrogant when they are behind in the score. If they lead, they will have to overturn the Bernabeu?

C Luo scratched his head and smiled: "I understand, boss, I will definitely control it in the second half, create more opportunities for my teammates, and choose to shoot if there is a good chance of scoring."

Qiao Wanxian nodded: "Well, I remember what you said. If you dare to shoot randomly in the second half, don't blame me for ruining your third leg!"

"Ha ha……"

Another burst of hilariousness came.

In the Barcelona locker room, there is no depression or haze as behind in the score.

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In the Bernabeu stands, in a corner.

"Sister Cheryl, when the game is over, where will I live in?" Miranda Keer's eyes flashed, and there was something in her words.

Sheriel was so smart that she immediately understood what she meant and said angrily: "Which room do you like to sleep with? What does it have to do with me?"

Miranda was disappointed and was not discouraged. She continued, "Sister Lucy has been pregnant for more than five months. I think... my husband shouldn't sleep with her, right?"

"If you don't sleep with her, you'll sleep with me." Cheriel said casually.

Miranda mustered up the courage and couldn't help saying, "Sister Cheryl, can I...can I sleep in the same room with you?"

Cheryl glanced at Miranda and felt a little embarrassed when she saw her pitiful and compromised look. After all, she was also a poor girl. After getting on the pirate ship of Qiao Dapao, she would have suffered in her life.

The more I think about it, the more resentful Cheriel is towards Qiao Wanxian. This bastard who is flirting with others everywhere is really too much. It is simply crazy to seduce girls everywhere!

"Okay, let's live together tonight." Cheriel agreed to Miranda's request, then looked at the huge electronic scoreboard above the Bernabeu Stadium, looked at Barcelona's behind in the score, and said angrily: "If Barcelona wins the game today, it's okay. If they lose... Humph, he won't want to enter our room!"

Miranda Kerr smiled sweetly: "My husband is the best, he can definitely lead the team to defeat Real Madrid."

Cheriel curled his lips: "You are so confident in him?"

Miranda said for granted: "Of course, he is my man. If I don't believe him, who else can I believe? Oh, by the way, I still believe in you, Lucy, and Louise."

Cheryl hugged her head in distress, feeling secretly confused.

Where did Qiao Dapao come from? Why are these women so devoted to him?
Chapter completed!