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"Valencia's main center back was sent off with a red card! Barcelona added a penalty kick!"

Valdano looked gloomy and shook his head repeatedly:

"There's nothing worse..."

Rivaldo's face was red with excitement:

"I have long said that no one can stop msn, and no one can resist Messi at full strength!"

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"How can this be a foul?"

"I hit the ball first!"

"He's diving!"

Mustafi was still trying his best to explain to the referee.

"Don't waste your time."

Mustafi's expression instantly collapsed, and he could only turn around and walk out of the field step by step with the encouragement of Parejo and Lipolo.

When he came to Nuno's side, he almost didn't dare to raise his head. He just repeated the explanation again and again:

"Coach, I really scooped the ball first!"

Nuno stared at the situation on the field without saying a word, paying no attention to the player's emotions.

Instead, assistant coach Volo sighed and reached out to pat his shoulder:

"Go to the locker room and take a shower, we haven't lost yet!"

After Mustafi got into the tunnel, the expression on Nuno's face finally became complicated:

"Damn red card, our tactics in the second half...are completely ruined!"

Volo looked at the head coach with equally complicated emotions.

[Mustafi did affect the overall situation of the team because of the red card, but... this cannot even be regarded as a player's mistake, after all, the opponent is Messi!

And as the head coach, don’t you really need to comfort him?】

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"Look at this slow-motion replay, Mustafi did tackle the ball first and then brought down Messi..."

Shen Fangjian curled his lips:

"But he can only admit that he is unlucky. After all, this is Camp Nou, and the one he knocked down was the Nou Camp's top player!"

Jia Tianning still didn't speak.

He can't always say that if Suarez hadn't been targeted by Lipolo, football wouldn't have come to Messi's feet and Mustafi wouldn't have received a red card...right?

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"..."

The entire Camp Nou fell silent.

Their eyes were all focused on the home team's penalty area.

Messi, who took the penalty kick, did not take charge of the penalty kick, but handed it over to his teammates.

Neymar carefully stepped on the turf, positioned the football, and backed away.

Laos reminded Domenech a few words, and then blew a short whistle to indicate that he could shoot.

Neymar started his run-up with a light step, and then suddenly slowed down one meter away from the football, deliberately trying to disrupt the rhythm and interfere with the goalkeeper's judgment.

Domenech was indeed confused by him. The moment Neymar kicked the ball, Valencia's second goalkeeper's feet were stuck to the goal line without moving!

However, Neymar deceived the goalkeeper but not the goal. Like Messi before, he kicked the football on the post!

"grass!"

Neymar held his head in regret.

Valdano in the live broadcast room was excited and immediately dug up dirty information about Barcelona players:

"Barcelona had a total of 14 penalty kick opportunities this season, but they wasted 6 of them. Among them, Neymar made 4 of 8 penalty kicks, with only half of the success rate.

Of course I agree that the Brazilian is a genius, but I don’t know why Enrique would assign him to take penalty kicks!”

He paused for a moment and showed an expression of sudden realization:

"Ah, I know, because Messi is also not good at taking penalty kicks. The Argentinian also missed 2 penalty kicks this season!"

Lee Polo, who was the first to rush into the penalty area, directly hooked the rebounded ball, turned around and passed the ball straight!

Cancelo, who had been informed long ago, spread his legs and ran hard, crossing the center line with the football in one breath!

Enrique, who had been confident of winning just now, suddenly became a little restless.

Because he could see very clearly that, in addition to Cancelo, Valencia's Figuri, Rodrygo, De Paul, and even Parejo were all rushing forward!

Especially the one known as "La Liga's No. 1 Scud" Figuly, without the ball, he is almost catching up with Cancelo and Rodrigo even if he is jogging two steps!

While Alba quickly chased back, he tried to knock Cancelo away with his shoulder, but he obviously overestimated his size - at 170cm, he obviously couldn't hit Cancelo who was 182cm!

The Portuguese winger almost carried Alba to the last 30 meters of Barcelona's half, and then sent a half-high ball before losing his balance!

Rodrigo wanted to catch the ball, but Mathieu pressed his shoulder. He couldn't move at all. He could only watch the football slide past him...

But on his left, Feguli rushed over and took the ball out before Pique could make a clearance!

"Feguli broke into the penalty area! Pique failed to block!"

Valdano and Shen Fangjian shouted the same lines almost at the same time:

"Facing the goalkeeper, the Valencia winger took a shot!"

"The ball went in~~~~~"

"goooooooooooooooool~~~~~~"

Fegulli was thrown to the ground by Ter Stegen, who was attacking him, but the football at his feet had already flown into the net.

Lying in the penalty area, Fei Tianwang waved his fist towards the sky and laughed heartily:

"Hehe, hahahaha!"

Rodrygo, De Paul, Cancelo, Parejo and other teammates fell directly from the sky and jumped on him one by one.

Rodrigo, who was almost lip-to-mouth with him, was so jealous that his eyes were red:

"I am the starting center forward, why is it you who scored twice?"

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"viva! Long live!!!"

Volo high-fived little Neville!

Volo patted his chest proudly:

"What did I just say? We haven't lost yet!!!"

3:1!

When Mustafi was sent off with a red card and the team was about to fall into crisis, Valencia widened the score gap again!

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"..."

Luis Enrique watched everything on the court solemnly, feeling completely uncomfortable.

God just likes to play tricks on others.

A minute ago, Barcelona had the overall advantage, and it seemed like they could turn the tide of the game in just a few minutes.

But just a minute later, the situation returned to before!

No, no, no, the situation today is even worse than before the red card!

Valencia, who lacks one person to fight but has two goal differences, how can they continue to compete with Barcelona?

If the opponent is determined to attack, how can your team break through their steel defense?

"Dip, drip, drip~~"

That’s the end of the first half!

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"Sorry, Polo, I can't let you play forward."

After returning to the locker room, Nuno was the first to find Lee Polo and sent him a sincere apology.

Lee Polo fully understands this:

"I'll play good defense, coach."

Nuno was very pleased with the players' consideration. He thought about it and directly announced his decision:

"In the second half, Vizzo replaced Rodrigo."

Although Rodrigo was a little reluctant when his name was called, he could only accept the coach's arrangement. After all, even a blind person could see that Barcelona will launch a comprehensive offensive in the second half, and the pressure on the defense will only be greater!

Nuno took another look at Fuego's situation:

"How did you feel in the first half?"

Fuego shook his head slightly:

"I couldn't keep track of Messi, his movement was too flexible."

Regarding his answer, Nuno was not surprised at all. After all, Fuego is already a 32-year-old veteran. How could he completely freeze Messi at his peak?

Nuno nodded and gave his instructions:

"Don't conserve your physical fitness and do your best to limit his performance."

Fuego nodded vigorously:

"Understood."

[Don’t reserve your physical fitness, which means... you can be prepared to be replaced at any time!]

Nuno's eyes turned to DePaul again:

"Drop back into the midfield and don't show mercy to your national team teammates!"

DePaul, who finally started a few games, immediately puffed up his chest:

"I didn't make the national team roster this time, so I don't know him!"

His answer made the originally tense atmosphere feel relaxed and made Nuno smile.

The head coach makes the final arrangements:

"In the second half, our tactics were very simple. Everyone stayed within the 25-meter area, except..."

Everyone's eyes were focused on a bald man with slightly dark skin.

Feguli grinned, revealing his big white teeth:

"You can come to the rescue with your big feet!"

"Leave it to me to fight back!"

Nuno clapped his hands: