Midfielder

What is the player tunnel? It is estimated that even the players themselves will ignore this place that must be passed during the game. Similarly, it is estimated that no one thought that there would be any fierce conflict in this place that would break out in an instant.

Originally, the players of the two teams had already passed through the tunnel and entered the locker room in advance, but the head coaches of both teams walked behind the players, especially Mourinho who had been expressing his dissatisfaction with the UEFA officials on the sidelines.

Mourinho still had some opinions on the frequent whistles on the field just now. For him, if he wanted to resist the attack of the Barcelona team, he could not let the team lose players easily on the field.

But if the game continues like this, maybe someone will be sent off because of accumulated yellow cards. Even if it is not so bad, he may miss the next round of home games because of yellow cards. This is what Mourinho does not want to see.

When this complaining guy walked into the player tunnel, he did not notice what happened in front of him until Brito next to him elbowed him, and Mourinho saw the scene in front of him.

It didn't matter if he looked at it, Mourinho was furious at the time, because he actually saw the Swedish referee Fricks talking enthusiastically with Rijkaard with a smile on his face, just like two old acquaintances.

"This is fucking hell!", In the away game, seeing the referee and the opponent's head coach mixed together, any normal human would probably think wrong, not to mention that the whistle in the first half had already made Mourinho very angry, and now seeing such a scene, it is estimated that no one can hold back this temper.

Brito didn't react, and saw Mourinho walked over and loudly criticized Rijkaard for such behavior, "This time doesn't seem to be the time for friends to chat. Do you think such a conversation is suitable here? Don't forget! This is an ongoing Champions League game, not an afternoon chat!"

"As the head coach of a team, you should know what to do at this time! The locker room is where you should be! Not here to chat with the referee!", Mourinho was not polite at all when he spoke, he didn't even care where it was, and didn't care who the person in front of him was, anyway, he just said it.

Faria and Brito had never seen Mourinho so furious, but they knew that if they didn't pull him back at this time, this guy would definitely get into bigger trouble. It was obvious that his accusations would be refuted or even counterattacked by the other party. They didn't forget that this was at the Camp Nou, not at Stamford Bridge.

The Swede didn't show any excitement about Mourinho's accusations. He just disappeared very quickly in the player tunnel. It can be seen that this guy also knew what he should do at this time.

But the coaching team of the Barcelona team was not as rational as the Swede, especially the assistant coach of the Barcelona team, Ten Cate, who sneered at Mourinho's accusations, "Impolite Portuguese, this is not your home court, don't point fingers here! Camp Nou doesn't welcome you as an outsider now!"

This guy seemed to have forgotten that he was a Dutchman, but Ten Cate's words immediately ignited the conflict between the two sides.

Chelsea's goalkeeper coach Lauro greeted all the women in Ten Cate's family in very standard English, and then Ten Cate also had improper relationships with all the women in Lauro's family in very "polite" language.

Anyway, no one could have expected that the coaching staff of both sides would have such a conflict in the player's tunnel. Even the security personnel responsible for the order on the scene were a little confused. When they tried to separate the two groups, it was too late.

Ten Cate couldn't restrain his anger. He kicked Mourinho from behind. Although he didn't kick him, his move undoubtedly added fuel to the fire. Brito rushed up and punched him.

When the chaos finally subsided under the control of the security personnel, the coaching staff members who were well-dressed just now were no different from the gangsters fighting on the street, especially the unlucky Ten Cate.

Brito obviously had the physical foundation of a former player, and he was quite young, so the punch he just swung was enough for Ten Cate to bear. Even if the guy didn't lose a few teeth, he must have been seriously injured.

There was nothing but anger in the eyes of the two groups that were finally separated. However, they all knew that there was still 45 minutes of game to go. At this time, apart from being calm, it was impossible to let the matter escalate further.

Mourinho and Rijkaard asked their coaching staff members to return to the locker room as soon as possible, especially Brito and Ten Cate who were in a state of excitement. If they continued to stay in the player tunnel, what kind of conflict might break out later? A large-scale PK between the two sides? It was all possible.

Usually, the players would have conflicts, but now it was the coaching staff members of both sides who were having a great time.

However, this short conflict obviously made the players of the two teams more excited, especially Chelsea. Mourinho was kicked? Is this bullying by relying on the home advantage? Lin Yi, the kid, felt something was wrong when he saw Brito and the others enter the door. When he heard what happened, he threw the drink bottle in his hand to the ground, "Fuck him! Beat up that son of a bitch Dutchman!"

There are other players in the locker room who have the same tone as Lin Yi. Just as the outside world said, Chelsea has already become an army that has been kneaded into shape. All actions are uniform, even fighting.

The head coach got kicked in the ass, and what the fuck! Stop playing football and kick people instead. What can we do at Camp Nou? Dare you provoke me like this? If you don’t flatten him, will you still keep him? Go to hell! Copy guy!

After Lin Yi slapped him like this, Lampard and the other guys rolled up their arms and sleeves and prepared to have a big fight with Barcelona. However, before Lin Yi could walk out of the locker room door, he was grabbed back by Mourinho. .

"What are you going to do?" Mourinho's face was not good-looking just now, but now he looks even gloomier.

"Go beat that guy!" Lin Yi's answer was more straightforward, but as soon as he said those words, Mourinho slapped him hard on the head. The hand was so strong that Lin Yi even subconsciously covered his head.

"This is the last 16 of the European Champions Cup! This is not a place where you can do whatever you want! If you want to cause trouble for the other side, get on the field! Don't use your fists to solve the problem! Use your feet to make Camp Nou a different place. Become a cemetery!”

"If I have to use my fists, I can take care of that Dutch guy myself. There's no need for you to run over and fight now!"

Mourinho rarely yelled at Lin Yi, but this time he was not polite, because the kid's hot-headedness made him very angry. Originally, there were enough disputes between players from both sides due to physical confrontations in the first half. Now the conflict between the two coaches is igniting the air in the Camp Nou stadium. If the core of the team is not calm at this time, then there is no need to play this game, and everyone is ready to pack up and go back. Come to London!

If the opponent messes up before he messes up, he will be fooled by those guys. What Chelsea needs now is a calm brain, not an organizer who has lost his head! Half of Mourinho's anger is due to the impulsiveness of Lin Yi. What he needs most now is a commander who can lead the team to win!

Lin Yi had never been afraid of anyone, but Mourinho's confirmation made him startled, because the uncle who rarely got angry seemed to be really angry this time. Lin Yi made a very smart choice. Shut up, because he didn't want the anger in this uncle's heart to continue to burn, especially not to burn himself.

Seeing that Lin Yi didn't dare to say a word, the others were also honest. Mourinho's roar really shocked them, because this wise Portuguese rarely communicated with the players at such a volume.

But once Mourinho says something, everyone knows that they'd better listen quietly at this time.

Mourinho's ability to control the team has now completely penetrated into the team. Every word he speaks is like an order from the army, which can always calm down the somewhat anxious atmosphere in an instant.

"The best way to defeat the opponent is to win, instead of picking up the guy and knocking the opponent down now. There are still forty-five minutes of the game. Don't worry about what will happen to the opponent. I need you all to cheer up! Tell those people with actions. Catalans, who is the strongest team! It’s us, not them!”

Mourinho knows that he needs the anger of the players. Anyway, this game has become so popular that there is nothing to care about. Since the other party wants to make this game full of gunpowder, then as they wish.

More fierce than that! ? Sorry, crazy Chelsea hasn’t been afraid of anyone yet! Want to win? See you in the second half!

When the players from the two teams came out of the locker room again, I don't know if anyone noticed that the eye contact between them was sparkling. I guess if you put some gunpowder, you can create fireworks.

In particular, Tenkat's already red and swollen cheeks were a bit eye-catching in the tunnel. The Dutchman's eyes were always fixed on Brito, as if the old boy might pounce at any time.

However, the players and coaches on both sides may not know that someone actually noticed the brief conflict in the player tunnel just now, and the worst thing is that it was a few reporters who noticed the conflict.

I don’t know if someone passed on some news to the outside world, but among Barcelona fans, news soon spread that at their home court, members of their coaching staff were beaten by their opponents!

The Catalans, who always like to protect their shortcomings, were basically in a state of panic at this time. When Chelsea came out of the tunnel again, a lot of debris was overwhelmingly thrown at the exit.

"British! Go back to London!" Such voices began to echo in the Camp Nou!

When Lin Yi heard such shouting, his eyes showed an unprecedented fierceness. If someone could pay attention to him at this time, it would be very obvious to see that he was clenching his jaw and looking solemn.

There is a little lunatic. . . About to get mad. . .