Midfielder

Although Chelsea and Barcelona are not old enemies with deep hatred, the two teams have only met five times in the European war, but every time their confrontation is full of sparks. In the past five encounters, there has never been a draw between them. Chelsea has two wins and three losses and is temporarily at a disadvantage.

Whenever they collide, it is a life-and-death ending. A draw is meaningless to Barcelona and Chelsea, and the battle between them never needs to rely on a draw. Victory is their only need.

This confrontation is even more so. Although the Champions League round of 16 matches are two rounds, both teams want to kill each other in one go. Mourinho thinks so, and Rijkaard wants to knock Chelsea down immediately.

Looking back at the history of the two teams' battles, Chelsea can defend their home court, and Barcelona has never lost at Camp Nou.

The most recent confrontation between the two teams was in the quarter-finals of the Champions League in the 99-00 season. Barcelona staged a big reversal at Camp Nou and successfully eliminated Chelsea to advance to the semi-finals of the Champions League.

Mourinho was also one of the people who witnessed the scene at the scene, but this time his role has changed to Barcelona's opponent. Six years ago, he was the assistant coach of Robson and Van Gaal, but now this little Portuguese man has transformed himself into one of the most popular coaches in the entire European football world.

But this time when Mourinho returned to Camp Nou, his old friend did not win too many cheers. When the Chelsea team's bus stopped outside the stadium, they were greeted only by the crazy boos of Barcelona fans. Just as Mourinho said in advance, there was no welcome ceremony at Camp Nou, and it was a battlefield.

There were no flowers and applause, only the hideousness of those Catalan fans, and there was only hostility here.

However, this crazy booing from the fans could only cause some trouble for Chelsea before they entered the locker room. Besides, after a season of tempering, these beasts in blue uniforms have long been accustomed to this noisy away atmosphere. English fans are much crazier than these people.

Everyone knows what kind of morals British fans are when watching the game on the sidelines. Perhaps the most ungentlemanly side of human beings can be seen on the English stadium. Insults, ridicule, and mockery are things Chelsea has seen too much of.

For the welcome ceremony of the Catalans, the booing made it difficult for Chelsea's players to feel pressure.

Having seen football hooligans for a long time, are they still afraid of this level of madness? The Catalans still underestimated Chelsea's ability to withstand pressure. They forgot that the Spanish league will never have the strong sense of oppression that England has.

The Iberian Peninsula still seems too comfortable, so La Liga has always been a two-man battle, not a group of heroes.

When watching the stadium in England, if the game is very ugly, even the home fans will stand on the board and curse together. Compared with this group of Anglo-Saxons, the performance of the Catalans is still too gentle, which is the essential problem.

After entering the locker room, Mourinho asked all the players to calm down. Before going on the court, this is his time. He needs to let everyone hear his voice. The madness on the field will start from him.

"In the past week, we have watched the opponent's game videos countless times. I don't want to repeat too many tactical issues here. This is the Camp Nou, Barcelona's territory. There are not only eleven opponents waiting for you outside, but also 70,000 to 80,000 Catalans ready to boo you."

"I don't know what you will think when you see such a scene, but I just want those damn guys to shut up!"

"They say Barcelona's offensive line can pierce all defenses, so what I ask you to do now is to use your body to prevent this mistake from spreading in their minds. We Chelsea have the best defense in Europe! I need you to let Barcelona feel the despair on the court with a suffocating stranglehold!"

"I need you to strangle their so-called genius performances! Use toughness to tell them who is the strongest!"

Mourinho doesn't need to do more incitement, because he knows that in the past week, he has successfully injected the madness of fighting into everyone's body. Now all he has to do is open the door to the locker room behind him, and then he just needs to watch the group of blue beasts go to the court and bite every inch of the opponent's skin crazily.

"Let's go! Let those Catalans know how powerful we are!" Captain Terry stood up first. He slapped his strong pectoralis major frantically, as if he was ready to bite the Barcelona trident to death at any time. At the same time, this guy also ignited the crazy atmosphere in the entire locker room.

"Go on the court! Let these guys know who the hell is the best team in Europe! Not their Barcelona! But us, the great Chelsea!" Lampard's vice-captain also shouted hard.

The two guys were responded to by the roars of the other dozen people. It is estimated that if there were people outside the door of the locker room at this moment, they would be scared by the beast-like roars of the Chelsea players.

Lin Yi was not as crazy as those guys. He seemed a little quiet, but his eyes were full of fighting desire. Everyone knew that this silent little madman was the most terrible guy in the entire Chelsea team. All his strength would burst out in front of 100,000 fans at the Camp Nou.

When these madmen walked out of the visiting team's locker room, Brito, the assistant coach, just wanted to say, "This is a group of crazy beasts. Their roars are almost deafening my ears!"

"I need such a group of beasts. Only when they can go on like this, can we take a victory here, right? My old friend."

Mourinho patted his old partner on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's see the greatness of the Camp Nou together, and what we have to do is to completely destroy it in the next 90 minutes!"

When Mourinho said this, he clenched his fist and smashed it hard in the air, as if he was breaking something. Maybe this guy wanted to break his respect for the Camp Nou here.

He went from here to Europe, and now he is back here. At this moment, the only thing Mourinho wants to do is to prove that he is no longer a rookie in this place, the place where he entered the professional football circle.

Van Gaal, Robson, these big-name coaches who once dominated this stadium, can only stand aside as spectators. Now is his time! A Chelsea belonging to Mourinho is on the stage!

What is madness? This is the real madness in competitive sports. Great opponents are never used to respect, but to destroy them with strength, because only in this way can you prove that you are also the greatest. This is the world of football. Only those teams that have repeatedly conquered the strong can really laugh to the end on the green field.

Chelsea is to realize their own dream of conquest in the great Camp Nou. When the eleven guys stood in the player tunnel, each of them stared at the opponent next to them. That was the goal they were going to conquer. The ninety-minute fight was about to unfold between these twenty-two people. It would be the most tragic fight!

"I lost the final battle last season, but I want to be a winner this time, I will definitely win this game!" Giuly, who was standing behind the team with Lin Yi, looked at the black-haired boy beside him before he was about to walk out of the player tunnel, and said this sentence as if he was issuing a challenge.

"Then I wish you good luck. I hope this is not another 3:0 failure. In addition, you should not get injured again. I will feel very uneasy and unchallenging when I defeat a disabled person." Lin Yi's response seemed to be understated, but the counterattack was sharp enough. His seemingly unintentional words directly hit the most painful part of Giuly's heart. The 3:0 in the Champions League final will always be the scar in that guy's heart.

Hearing what Lin Yi said, the man standing in front of Giuly looked back. Lin Yi knew who it was. It was the current midfield soul of the Barcelona team, the stadium magician Ronaldinho from Brazil, a guy praised by countless media as the next king of football.

He is also the biggest threat to Chelsea's defense. Many people said before the game that Lin Yi and Ronaldinho will be the key to victory in this game. Whoever can open the offensive channel for his team will have the last laugh in the game. This guy will be Lin Yi's strongest opponent.

With the same magical dribbling skills and the ability to deliver fatal passes, there will be a fierce battle between these two midfield geniuses. The winner will take a victory away from Camp Nou, and the loser will become a supporting role.

Ronaldinho is observing the black-haired boy who has become famous in Europe. Similarly, Lin Yi is also looking at the owner of the Camp Nou stadium, with a silent confrontation in his eyes. After they step on the grass, the next ninety minutes will be the stage for them to show who is better. This is a duel between the two of them in the hall.

The two did not have any verbal conversation, but when he turned his head and looked at the front of the player's tunnel, Lin Yi could feel that the battle between them had started from this moment. This will be a crazy duel!

Facing the white lights around the stadium, Lin Yi and the Chelsea players stepped onto the grass to the roar of nearly 80,000 Barcelona fans. At this moment, everyone's heart was surging and their blood was boiling.

Roar! While you can still make a sound, roar as much as you can! In the next 90 minutes, maybe the sound you can enjoy is only screams!

Come on, Camp Nou, let's see how terrible you are! ! !

(Yesterday's game between the Suns and the Lakers was too entangled. I thought it would end at 1 o'clock. Wow! It took three overtimes... Nash was too cruel yesterday. He dragged the Lakers. Even if he lost, it was an honor to lose... Let's applaud this old guy.)