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Chapter 756 The Strongest and Strongest Collision 【2 in 1】

Chapter 756 The Strongest and Strongest Collision 【Two in One】

The news that Inter Milan’s number one striker [Cameroon Cheetah] was injured during training was quickly revealed by the media—no way, under the [-]/[-] surveillance of the paparazzi, the ambulance carrying Eto’o had just driven out of Wembley Stadium and was caught up. When it arrived at the hospital, the news could no longer be guarded. Soon, the whole world knew.

"Inter Milan's No. [-] killer was injured in the training ground, and the first start is doubtful! "

"Eto'o staged a tragic scene before the final, and the ankle contusion is destined to miss the battle of Tianwangshan"

"The doctor in charge confirmed that the cheetah was injured for one month..."

"Inter Milan lost a general before the war, or a sign of the collapse of the myth"

"Eto'o's withdrawal disrupts Inter's match schedule..."

"..."

The media in Italy, England, and Spain rushed to report the news.

Many Inter Milan fans were greatly disappointed, while Barcelona fans were beaming with joy. Eto'o's tactical role in Inter Milan's formation was unique. Losing this bloodthirsty black panther was obviously a big blow to Madman Li. Barcelona's chances of winning suddenly increased by [-]%!

The reactions of all parties are obvious.

The pre-match odds of major European sports betting companies have changed one after another——

BWIN’s odds for Inter Milan’s championship were 1 to 2.5, and 1 to 3.5 for Barcelona. They believed that the strength of the two teams was almost the same, and even Barcelona was better. However, the influence of Madman Li made them more optimistic about Inter Milan. However, after the news that Cheetah Eto’o was unable to play, the odds of the two teams immediately became 1 to 3.0, a tie...

其他大型博彩公司中，威廉希尔开出的赔率为国际米兰1赔2.5，巴塞罗那1赔2.9，立博公司开出了国际米兰1赔3.5、巴塞罗那1赔3.7的夺冠赔率。

Such close odds were rarely seen before the previous UEFA Champions League final. In an interview with reporters, Ladbrokes professional analyst Sislali clearly stated: "The two teams in this battle are close in strength, which makes it difficult for us to make a choice. A large part of the reason why Inter Milan has a slight advantage in the odds is that they have a head coach who is good at performing miracles..."

"Eto'o's injury does have an impact on Inter Milan's championship situation, but it is not fatal. If it is Madman Li who is injured and unable to attend the game, I think the whole situation will immediately reverse..."

BWIN chief analyst Crewell also pointed out the significance of the existence of Madman Lee to this upcoming game when participating in the TV program.

However, Crewell himself absolutely did not expect that he would have the potential to be accepted as the chief disciple of the first disciple of football by Uncle Pele.

On the morning of May 5.

Many tabloids began to report an unexpected piece of news. They claimed that Madman Li was actually injured during training at Wembley Stadium that day. They just avoided media entanglement and went to the hospital for treatment in private because they were afraid that the team’s performance would be affected. The symbolism was damaged, as the only picture that circulated showed Crazy Lee lying in bed with a doctor examining his waist...

Although the accuracy of this news cannot be confirmed, but soon, on this day, the winning odds of major European gaming companies have undergone slight changes. The gap between Barcelona and Inter Milan is gradually narrowing. Even in the latest odds list of individual gaming companies, Barcelona gradually has a tendency to overtake Inter Milan. Because many previous facts have proved that before such a final, there are so many accidents that have a very subtle impact on the atmosphere of the team.

After all, the opponent this time is the invincible [Red and Blue Army] Barcelona that swept across Europe!

It is the strongest opponent that Madman Li has ever met since his debut!

……

……

In a blink of an eye, the time has come to May 5.

Final day.

Considering the gap between the team's physical strength and Barcelona, ​​which had rested for four or five days, Inter Milan finally gave up the last training session in the morning. After the players had a short warm-up in the hotel gym, Lao Li asked them to go back to the room to rest.

Lao Li took Batistuta with a wry smile on his face, and made a sneaky round of the room——

First, he eavesdropped from room to room. If there was a sound of frolicking or playing video games inside, Lao Li would cough loudly and then knock on the door vigorously. He only heard a burst of exclamation from inside, and quickly quieted down. Then he continued with a smirk on his face...

Lao Li never tires of it.

Because of this scene, it reminded him that when he was in high school, after evening self-study, he and his classmates returned to the dormitory, and after the lights were turned off, they would secretly play cards and chat in bed.

It was an unforgettable bad time, young and passionate, innocent and ignorant!

Beside Lao Li, Batistuta held his forehead helplessly.

It just so happened that a waitress passed the corridor at this time. She didn't seem to know Lao Li and Batistuta. Seeing the two men with suspicious expressions, they kept eavesdropping on other rooms and wanted to come up to ask questions.

Li Tongfan and Batistuta laughed loudly.

"...Gabriel, I have some personal business this afternoon. Go out for a while. You continue to help me keep an eye on these boys. Physical fitness is very important. Even if they can't sleep, I hope they can lie on the bed to let their muscles relax and rest. By the way, find more masseurs. It's best to have a massage before the game!"

After checking the room, Li Tongfan handed the small flashlight in his hand to Batty, turned around and said.

This small flashlight is useless at all, but a certain person bought a special one to satisfy his own bad taste.Batty took it over, shook it slightly, and couldn't laugh or cry: "Well, Li, you are not really injured as reported by the media, are you injured there?" Seeing Li Tongfan say something private, with a mysterious expression that hesitated to speak, Batty rarely made a small joke.

Li Tongfan was furious: "Let me know which bastard made the rumor, and use his daughter to prove it... Humph!"

Less than 3 minutes after the two left——

The little girl who fled in a panic before came with two security guards. They searched for nothing, but they found nothing. The tall policeman Manchester United was puzzled, and turned his head to ask, "Audrey, there is no one... Where are the two perverts you mentioned just now?"

……

13:30 pm.

Barcelona finally got the chance to train on-field at Wembley Stadium.

For this reason, they arrived on the bus half an hour earlier and came to the outside player tunnel of Wembley Stadium. Guardiola wanted to make full use of the little time and prepare for the upcoming final for a while...

However, Barcelona came off the pitch and were in trouble.

The staff at Wembley Stadium refused to open the player channel to let the Barcelona team in. The reason is very simple-the stipulated time has not yet arrived, the stadium is being repaired and watered, and they must wait until 14:00 to enter the training field.

Guardiola was dumbfounded on the spot.

Barcelona has never received this kind of treatment before. Everywhere they go, they receive the highest standard of courtesy. Even if they arrive an hour or two early, they will be released, but today...

"Damn savage Englishman..."

Looking at the only closed entrance to the outfield player channel, the handsome guys in Barcelona almost want to drag the stadium managers out for a round of chrysanthemums.

This is really nasty!

"We want to complain to UEFA..." Guardiola's angry face was distorted. The emotional depression for many days made him suddenly have an urge to explode once and for all: "I want to know what's going on? Why refuse us admission? We have been treated unfairly, and I want to complain to the FA..."

The UEFA officials and the FA officials who were in charge of contacting Barcelona looked embarrassed, explained a few words in a low voice, each took out their phones, and began to report to their superiors what happened here.

Tens of seconds later——

The FA official shook his head helplessly, turned to Guardiola and said: "I'm sorry, Josep. According to the previous regulations, you have to wait until 14:00 to enter the stadium for training. The stadium staff refused you to enter the stadium early...they have valid reasons, I'm sorry!"

Guardiola's face immediately darkened.

At this time, a reporter had already rushed over after hearing the news. He endured more and more, finally held back the breath in his heart, turned around and told the players and the team leader bitterly: "Go back to the bus to rest, and go to the field for training in 10 minutes..."

This is the only way to go. Fortunately, there is air conditioning in the bus, and I can bear it even after a 10-minute break.

The point is that this tone is really unbearable for Barcelona. They feel that they are treated differently and discriminated against.

Pedro, who had been full of resentment for a long time, pointed at the nose of the FA official angrily, and asked loudly: "We want to complain that this is discrimination that shames English football. Why can Crazy Lee's team occupy Wembley Stadium and train to their heart's content, but we can't even guarantee the required training time for adapting to the field? This is damn persecution, why? Tell us, why?"

The Barcelona players all stood behind Pedro, looking angrily at the nearly forty-year-old FA official.

In the past few days, this middle-aged man has been trying his best to meet their various demands, so that everyone feels that everything is as it should be. They are angry and now need a reasonable explanation.

but--

The middle-aged man who had been serving with a smile at this time finally hid the smile on his face, raised his head, and gave the answer in a neutral manner: "Gentlemen, I am sorry for this matter, but I must admit that you have arrived ahead of the stipulated time, and the stadium staff has every right to refuse you entry... As for the special treatment that Madman Lee received, everything that happened at the Ernst Happel Stadium in 2008 has already given the best explanation. I think the FA has any reason to open the door for his team. At least Thousands of England fans think that he deserves such treatment, not to mention that he personally paid 14 pounds for the 50 hours of space occupied in these two days, if your coach is willing to do the same, I think maybe you can apply to the Wembley Stadium Management Committee... Okay, do you have any questions?"

The Barcelona players were a little silent for a while.

Indeed, if it is taken seriously, Madman Lee’s contribution to English football is enough for any player in the British Isles to be treated like a king. Just think about everything this guy has done in the Three Lions, and you can know that Wembley Stadium was originally his home field!

"Despicable Crazy Lee, damned Englishman..."

Pedro cursed in a low voice, turned around and got on the bus. Soon, under the persuasion of the team's number one star Messi, all Barcelona players returned to the bus to rest.

The contact officials of UEFA also returned to the car to enjoy the coolness brought by the air conditioner.

Only the 40-year-old FA official did not return to the car. Under the scorching sun, he stood upright. Although he was sweating profusely, his heart felt refreshed. As an FA official, he would still fulfill the task of receiving and coordinating the Barcelona team with due diligence. However, from the perspective of fans, as a Newcastle and Chelsea fan, he has any reason to be hostile to Barcelona and support the Inter Milan where Madman Lee is.

Soon, swarms of reporters surrounded the bus.

Someone knocked on the car window to ask questions loudly, someone pushed the microphone through the car window, and someone simply tried to get into the car. The sound of spotlights and the loud noise of slapping the car made the Barcelona players feel that they were like rats stuffed into the drums of battle, and they were soon knocked out. In this environment, let alone rest, their heads would probably explode...

After finally surviving for 10 minutes, the player channel opened, and the Barcelona players fled like fugitives waiting for a pardon...

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……

"Oh, Shet, Guardiola is really amazing. He actually came up with such an exquisite free kick tactic. I have to be careful during the game! What a coquettish pass and imagination, Jim, thank you this time, I'll treat you to coffee..."

In the DJ room of Wembley Stadium, Li Tongfan held a binoculars in his hand, and while furtively peeping at Barcelona, ​​who was practicing free-kick tactics on the field, he lowered his voice excitedly, and turned his head to yell at the old man who was drinking coffee at a small glass round table next to him.

"Oh no! It's coffee again? Didn't you agree on a bottle of 79-year-old Lafite? Oh, Schett, Lee, you miser who should go to the [-]th hell, I've already drank five cups of your instant..."

The old man sitting on the edge of the small glass round table was very dissatisfied, his messy beard was raised, he picked up the bag of instant coffee on the table, his nose shrugged, and he satirized angrily: "Look, this brand of shit, 20 pence a pack of shit coffee... are you using this to fool me, a benefactor who has to choose to be a minion in order to help you?"

"Hey, Jim, keep Barcelona out and ask me to go to the DJ room of the stadium to spy on their training... Aren't these all your ideas? I am innocent. Besides, as the director of the Wembley Stadium Management Committee, you are really negligent. Maybe I should consider writing an anonymous letter to the paparazzi reporters of the Sun newspaper, talking about your dereliction of duty and molesting ball boys in recent years..." Li Tongfan was talking nonsense, while staring greedily like a pervert The Barcelona players who were training on the field yelled like a climax: "Ahaha, oh oh oh, I bet Guardiola would never have imagined that the secrets of the set-piece tactics he worked so hard to hide are like those naked girls in the bathhouse. We can see clearly, oh haha, I want to give them a surprise..."

On the field.

Guardiola did not expect that his secret had been completely exposed.

In the pre-match adaptation training, he imitated Madman Li, completely blocking the viewing of reporters and fans. Then, in such a closed environment, he couldn't wait to ask the team to practice some tactical routines that could not be practiced in the Arsenal Colney training base in the past two days, and even some practical coordination. In order to increase their proficiency, he specifically asked the players to practice several times. The reliance on Zili's myth...

He didn't expect that he would expose all the secrets under the nose of the madman Li, and practiced it over and over again, for fear that some fucker who was hiding in the dark and peeping would not see it clearly...

"Am I being mean?"

Li Tongfan suddenly turned around and asked thoughtfully.

"It's not too despicable, but very despicable... But, Li, you don't have to blame yourself for this at all, because you have always been a complete jerk, and this is not the first time. When you were in the England national team, didn't you often peek at the pre-match training of your opponents in the European Cup qualifiers?" The old Jim, the director of the Wembley Stadium Management Committee, pouted, expressing extreme disdain for Lao Li's "conscience discovery".

"Really? How did I forget?"

Li Tongfan put down the binoculars in his hand, and the bitch had an innocent expression on his face: "You were the one who tempted and poisoned me with a pure heart, and you have to be responsible for it!"

puff--

Old Jim took a sip of coffee: "You bitch, why don't you die?"

"Well... well, I decided not to continue watching, let Mr. Guardiola keep a little secret... However, I suddenly felt that I could actually be more anxious and despicable. How about this, Jim, don't you have to water the field once before the game? Maybe you can ask your staff to water a little more..."

"79 Lafite, three bottles..." Old Jim bargained.

"Instant coffee, 100 bags..." Li Tongfan bargained shamelessly.

"Lafite in 79, three bottles..." The old guy was unyielding.

"Instant... uh, 84 Lafite, one bottle?" Mensao continued to haggle over the price.

"79 Lafite, three bottles..." The old man refused to budge.

"Damn it, your uncle, you really don't have the sincerity to do business, don't you? You make me feel very embarrassed... One price, two bottles of Lafite from 79, I don't agree to get it!" Li Tongfan became a little angry from embarrassment.

"79 Lafite, three bottles..."

"You...Okay!" Mensao Nan compromised: "Your uncle...you win!"

The old man shrugged his red wine nose proudly, drank the instant coffee in the cup in front of him, and murmured: "The coffee that Crazy Li paid for is of poor quality, but it shouldn't be wasted at all...By the way, Li, are you a little scared?"

"Afraid? What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of Guardiola, afraid of Barcelona..." Old Jim's eyes suddenly became clear: "First, you rented the training right at Wembley Stadium in advance, then prevented Barcelona from entering the training in advance, and then peeped at the opponent's training... I know you are a terrifying master of psychological tactics. You are using this series of small methods to cause trouble for the opponent bit by bit, and erode the opponent's confidence bit by bit... But, Li, this is the first time I have seen you attach so much importance to the opponent. Are you really afraid of Barcelona, ​​or do you have a premonition?"

Li Tongfan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled disdainfully and said, "Will I be afraid?"

"Well, I hope I read it wrong... Oh, yes, Li, I have a question that I've been meaning to ask you..."

"Old guy, you talk a lot today, ask!"

"I guess you'll give Guardiola a chance this time, right? Why do you sneak a sneak peek at your opponent's secret pre-match tactics every time, but you never seem to use what you see to attack your opponent during the game? Is it disdain, do you want to, or..."

"Well, this is a very profound question, maybe it's because I have a very noble personality!"

Old Jim: "......"

"Oh, by the way, Jim, there is one more important thing about discrimination, maybe I forgot to tell you before?"

"what?"

"The five bags of instant solution you drank just now, Aunt Mary at the Stadium Supermarket said that it had expired yesterday. I didn't spend any money, and took it directly from the supermarket's waste shelf..."

Old Jim: "......"

……

5 hours later.

At 5:29 on the evening of May 17th.

It is less than 2010 minutes before the 2011-30 UEFA Champions League final, which has attracted worldwide attention, officially begins.

The two teams at war - last season's Triple Crown, defending champion Inter Milan and this season's European uncrowned king Barcelona, ​​collided here.

The pre-match warm-up is over.

Both teams are preparing in the locker room at left back.

Inside the Wembley Stadium, there was a lot of voices, no seats left, the hustle and bustle of the sound and the enthusiasm that soared into the sky, the slogans and flags flying all over the sky, the deep red and blue and the elegant blue and black, gathered into pieces of surging waves, showing to the world what kind of shocking, earth-shattering strongest and strongest collision will be staged soon!

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