Chapter 84 The Final Battle at Camp Nou

The match is about to begin.

Inside Camp Nou, the deafening roar of shouts shook the stands slightly.

The away stands in the corner were also filled with Real Madrid fans wearing white jerseys, and the home and away stands were separated by thick glass panels.

Historically, there have been numerous reports of fans of the two teams getting into fights in the stands.

El Clásico is a battleground between two cities, two faiths, and a century-old feud.

The air was already thick with gunpowder, and even the wind carried a burning fighting spirit.

"Camp Nou, Camp Nou! Good evening, everyone! Welcome to the stage for El Clásico – Camp Nou!"

"We are now broadcasting live La Liga Round 31, with Barcelona hosting their arch-rivals Real Madrid."

"A fateful showdown!"

"Jiang Yan, who has just achieved outstanding results in the Chinese national team, has been relegated to the bench. This news has been confirmed by multiple sources."

"Although we're reluctant to believe it, this is Benitez's choice. Is he going to directly apply Gao's methods to the current Real Madrid?"

"Hmm, that makes sense. After all, Gao Hongbo is now a recognized top coach in China! Even Benitez, who is far away in Spain, has to adopt his tactics and bring Jiang Yan on in the second half to create scoring opportunities!"

The on-site director thoughtfully switched the camera to the players' tunnel.

The players' tunnel was brightly lit, but the atmosphere between the two teams was extremely tense.

The Real Madrid players looked solemn; this was a match they absolutely could not afford to lose.

The Barcelona players, on the other hand, seemed nonchalant. The midfield trio was still discussing their strategy for the match, but the aggression in their eyes was undeniable.

The players from both sides tacitly avoided communicating with each other.

"As we all know, in the last El Clásico, Jiang Yan was a god among men, creating three goals single-handedly and pulling Real Madrid back from the brink of defeat, securing valuable points."

"We'll have to wait and see how this match unfolds, and whether it will be as dramatic as the last one!"

……

The referee team led the players from both sides into the field in a line.

The Camp Nou stadium erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

The Camp Nou stadium can hold 100,000 spectators, but Real Madrid only received a paltry 10,000 away tickets.

It couldn't compare to the cheers of 90,000 fans cheering for the home team.

Of course, it wasn't just inside the stadium; fans who couldn't buy tickets could only gather outside Camp Nou and watch the game through the LED screens.

Fans chanted the names of their team's stars to put pressure on the visiting Real Madrid players.

"The match is about to begin, let's take a look at the starting lineups for both sides."

"Barcelona has fielded a classic 4-3-3 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Veteran – Bravo!

"Defense line: Alves, Pique, Mascherano, Alba!"

Midfielders: Rakitic, Busquets, Iniesta!

Forwards: Messi! Suarez! Neymar!

"Real Madrid also fielded an attacking 4-3-3 formation!"

Goalkeeper: Navas

"Defense line: Marcelo, Ramos, Pepe, Carvajal."

Midfielders: James Rodriguez, Casemiro, Modric.

Forwards: Cristiano Ronaldo! Benzema! Bale!

While Zhan Jun was explaining the lineups, both teams had already completed all the pre-match procedures.

Barcelona kick off.

Suarez stood at the kickoff point in the center circle.

Messi and Neymar are positioned on opposite sides!

The director gave each player a close-up shot, and when the camera finally focused on James Rodriguez, the director thoughtfully switched the focus to Jiang Yan on the bench.

"Jiang Yan sat on the bench, his expression quite intriguing!"

Upon seeing the close-up of Jiang Yan, He Wei blurted out instinctively that Jiang Yan was actually just spacing out out because he was bored.

"Who would have thought that Jiang Yan, who delivered a perfect performance in the World Cup qualifiers, would be relegated to the bench!"

"You know, it was his hat-trick that saved the team in the last El Clásico! But the team has abandoned their hero!"

"Has Jiang Yan's performance recently not been enough to impress the demanding Real Madrid management?"

……

Fans who stayed up all night to watch the game were already glued to their TVs.

Late-night snacks, beer, and barbecue are all essential.

Even worse, some men have multiple wives and concubines among their three or five close friends.

The football match, which was originally only broadcast on CCTV5, was moved to CCTV because of Jiang Yan's presence.

……

"Beep, beep—!"

The referee blew the whistle, and the match officially began.

"The match has begun! Suarez has passed the ball to Barcelona's undisputed number 10 – Lionel Messi!"

Messi received the ball, and a deafening roar erupted from the stands at Camp Nou.

This is the treatment a star player receives. For Barcelona, ​​Messi is their faith, their banner, their beacon.

From a green Argentine boy to the king of Camp Nou, more than a decade has passed, and Messi has long since etched his name into the blood of the Blaugrana fans.

Every time he touches the ball, he sends the entire stadium into a frenzy.

Sitting on the bench, Jiang Yan couldn't help but look towards the stands.

Such enthusiastic fans reminded him of the World Cup qualifiers a while back.

Back then, the cheers of Chinese fans were just as intense as they are today, perhaps even more frenzied.

"It really brings back memories," Jiang Yan couldn't help but sigh.

Hearing Jiang Yan's words, Kovacic couldn't help but turn around and look: "Master, what are you reminiscing about? Did you secretly come here before?"

"How could that be? You can't just say things like that."

Kovacic paused for a moment.

"That's true. After all, it's impossible for the ever-present media not to have noticed that he was at the stadium of our arch-rivals. After all, our coach gets photographed every time he goes out with a female companion."

"Um... that's not a compliment, is it?"

……

"Messi! Gala Messi! Gala Messi! Gala Messi! Messi Messi!"

The commentator's mouth was repeating Messi's name like a machine gun.

On the field, Messi dribbled the ball as if it were unclaimed.

He easily beat James Rodriguez's defense.

Marcelo, who came to cover, was like a training wall, easily beaten by Messi.

Inside the penalty area, Ramos could only use martial arts moves to stop Messi's advance.

But Messi's lower body is incredibly solid; even when facing Ramos's dirty tactics, he didn't lose control of the ball.

"Messi's continuous dribbling past opponents!"

"Inside cut!"

"Here it comes! The Messi corridor!"

"A left-footed curler!"

"Navas makes the save!"

Goal!!!!

"It's in! It's in! It's in!!!!"

"Messi's chip shot was perfectly angled, Navas couldn't reach it! It was a perfect chip shot at a perfect ten-point angle!"

The entire Camp Nou stadium erupted in cheers as all the Barcelona fans rose to their feet to celebrate the goal with their idol.

The cheers swept across the entire stadium.

"30th minute! Lionel Messi scores!"

"Barcelona has taken the lead at home! Is Enrique's pre-match prediction about to come true?!"

After scoring, Messi opened his arms to welcome his teammates who were celebrating with him.

The cheers at the scene grew even more enthusiastic.