Valdes was born in Barcelona's youth training camp, but one unknown thing is that he always falls under Reina in the youth team. So when Barcelona wanted to do image projects, it was natural to bring out the best-performing goalkeeper Reina, hoping to shape Reina into Barcelona's Casillas.

Interestingly, Barcelona at that time was just like Real Madrid now, with a tragic defence. The team's overall strength was not good, and it was in turmoil. Therefore, Renner's first-team performance was naturally tragic and was thrown to Villarreal, which made Valdes stand out. [..com]

Valdes' first season when Rijcard took over Barcelona was amazing, conceding 25 goals in 35 games. For Barcelona, ​​which was known for its weakness at the defense at that time, Valdes was simply out of nowhere.

But had an excellent 04

After the 2005 season, Valdes and the players in the team, such as Ronaldinho, Etoo, Xavi, Iniesta, etc., all demanded salary increases, extended their contracts, and changed from temporary workers to formal workers.

But this season, Valdes's problems began to emerge from the water. After all, fans have different attitudes towards temporary workers and formal employees. They will undoubtedly put higher requirements on the latter, and appropriately tolerate the former. Therefore, Valdes became the butterfly in the minds of Barcelona fans.

However, we have to admit that this guy is like a young strongman who can't beat him. Whenever Rijkald can't stand it, he will use an excellent game to re-remake himself. However, after a season, too many mistakes and unstable style have caused Valdes to lose a lot of the confidence of the Barcelona management.

Long before the game, his agent received news that Barcelona intends to introduce a strong goalkeeper in the summer, and Valdes is likely to be loaned, so he must once again play his immortality and strong personality, using his strength to convince Barcelona's management and head coach that he deserves the position of Barcelona's main goalkeeper.

He performed very well in nearly half an hour after the opening. His communication with the defense, as well as several steady saves and attacks, ensured that the Barcelona goal was not broken.

But this time, when he saw Gerald shaking Pjol, he immediately realized the danger, who was too far to the right.

He also made a flying save at the first time, but in the end he watched the ball, pressed against the grass, crossed the goal line from the far end of his extended fingertips, and entered the goal.

At this moment, a strange color flashed in Valdes' eyes, dead gray!

He was scored!

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"goallllllllllllllllll!!!!!!!!!"

"A shot from Gerald, near the penalty spot, the Liverpool captain swung past the rash Puyol, and used his left foot to draw a low ball, which was very fast. Although Valdes made a save, he could not stop the ball from entering the net!"

"This is the first goal in this game. Liverpool finally set sail at 27th point, without a word clock, and took the lead in breaking the deadlock on the court!"

The commentator on the scene seemed very active, because anyone could see that this shot would inevitably break the situation on the court.

After scoring the goal, Gerald rushed out of the penalty area, shook off all his teammates who wanted to stop him, rushed out of the court desperately, rushed under the corner flagpole, and knelt down in the stands where Liverpool fans gathered, holding their heads high and closing their eyes, as if showering in the cheers of the fans pouring down from the stands.

Liverpool players also followed one by one, hugged Gerald, celebrating the captain's first record.

"This is a very premeditated attack. Ronaldo cut in from the wing and pulled Marcos to the side, while Drogba interfered with Puyol. Edmilson made a very serious mistake. He did not follow Gerald in time, causing the Liverpool captain to penetrate from behind, breaking the balance in the penalty area, and playing Puyol and scoring the goal."

"It's obvious that when everyone thinks that Liverpool will use Drogba's high points to make a fuss and Barcelona also strengthens their defense against Drogba, Yang Cheng chose Gerald's back row to insert. You know, this Premier League scorer's goal momentum this season has been very strong recently, and his scoring ability is not inferior to that of the top striker."

After celebrating the corner flagpole, Gerald and his teammates slowly returned to the stadium, waving their hands all the way, encouraging the fans, allowing them to give more applause and cheers and put more pressure on Barcelona.

"Why didn't you just shovel him down? In this way, he would get a yellow card because of fake falls!" Little Ronaldo said sarcastically when passing by Puyor.

Puyol was furious, his fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth were gritting, and he wanted to hurt a lion who was about to eat prey, but Ronaldo was not afraid of him at all, and looked at him without fear, "This is just the beginning. If you really have the ability, let your godfather blow our ball out of your net!"

After saying that, Ronaldo walked to his position with a sneer, waiting for Barcelona to re-start.

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"The biggest problem in Barcelona is that it has not been alleviated!" Heathfield shook his head.

The problem he mentioned is defense, not just the wing, but also the three players in the middle.

Just now, Gerald attacked Barcelona's jin area from the front. Ed Milson's mission as a midfielder was supposed to be to keep up with him, but he turned slowly, which led to a slap behind Gerald. His speed of pursuit could not catch up with Gerald, which led to Puyol's movements being too big when he rushed over to fill the loophole and was deducted by Gerald.

“Marcos

ào has good force, precise positioning, but slow turn, and not flexible enough. Edmilson is tall and has a defensive ability. Brazilian players are good at skills and have a long pass that is OK, but he is not as steady as Marcos. Moreover, because his sense of position and consciousness are lacking, he often fouls when defending."

Mourinho also studied these players in Barcelona very thoroughly. After analyzing the two players, he shook his head, "It's obvious that Ed Milson is a regular bullet in the jin area, but Barcelona's defensive lineup is too thin, so Rijkaard simply pushed him outside the jin area to play the midfielder to show his skills and comprehensiveness."

In addition to Puyor, Barcelona's defense line generally has a slow turn around. Whether it is Oleg or others, there are such problems. However, Puyor is from the wing, so his defense is inevitably not as stable as other central defenders, so the one who hit Gerald just now was too big and was directly deducted.

"It seems that yáng Cheng has been prepared..." Wēn Ge was also quite sighing. His Arsenal just failed to make good use of this.

Mourinho squinted his eyes, looked at the stadium, and smiled coldly, "He should further strengthen the midfielder."

i grab hardness and completely crush Iniesta and Xavi, and snatch si Barcelona, ​​with Essin, Gerald and Carrick, Liverpool can do this."

Ferguson, wēnge and others looked at each other and laughed. This is a typical Mourinho style, strong and fierce.

i grab, and this tactic has indeed played a big role in the match between Chelsea and Barcelona.

"There is a very true saying, truth and fallacies are often just a line of separation. Too much emphasis on toughness will inevitably become wild or even barbaric. Your style of play is always full of aggressiveness, and it can even be said to be hostile!" Ferguson commented.

Mourinho laughed and said that the Portuguese actually has a very good personality outside the stadium. It is not as tough as it shows on the stadium, and it can still make jokes.

"The biggest difference between me and yángcheng is that we are all crazy wolves. The difference is that I show my true face, but he deliberately put on a set of sheepskin. People in the world always have no words. This is how he is always confused by his beautiful and smooth sheepskin!"

After hearing Mourinho's words, everyone laughed and couldn't help but praise the classics in their hearts.

No matter how you look at it, you are not that kind of genius. He is like a wolf in sheep's clothing!

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Taking the lead in scoring a goal, Liverpool began to play more calmly and patiently on the court.

After Yang Cheng scored, he did not make the team more defensive, but further strengthened the offense. However, Gerald, Essin and Carrick did not relax at all in suppressing Barcelona's midfield. After all, Barcelona's midfield and frontcourt stars are all the roles that give some sunshine and are not careless at all.

Perhaps it was because of the goal that the mentality of these Barcelona players had undergone subtle changes. After all, they had never gained any advantage from the team coached by Yang Cheng before. It was okay to say that both sides were evenly matched, but now they are behind, some problems will be exposed.

Just 2 minutes after the last goal, Essin cut off Iniesta's ball and handed it to Carrick. England's midfielder did not stop the ball, and directly passed the ball over the top and hung the ball behind Oleg.

After Robben quickly inserted on the left, he grabbed the ball before Oleg, and prepared to cut inside and break into the penalty area.

Oleg chased after him, and as Robben was about to cut inside, he felt anxious and secretly leaned forward, grabbing Robben's jersey and pulled it.

Hearing a hissing sound, Robben was dragged to the ground, rolled around and knelt on the grass again.

"Hey, Mr. Referee, he is the last defender, and he should be given a red card!" Drogba was closest to the referee and immediately stepped forward to apply pressure.

Haug didn't speak, and made a calm move towards Drogba, walked over, called Oleg over, and gave a few instructions.

"Is it just a warning?" Robben was dissatisfied and stood up and let everyone see it. "Look at my jersey, he has torn it. Such a defensive move is just a warning?"

Robben opened his hands wide and asked the live TV camera and everyone to look at his jersey. Obviously, when Oleg was pulling, he pulled the crack on the hem and pulled a hole. Although it did not affect the game, it could indeed prove that he was dragged down.

Haug just smiled at Robben, said nothing, and walked back, signaling Liverpool to win a set-piece opportunity in the frontcourt, but did not intend to give Oleg any punishment.

"Damn!" Drogba glared at Haoge fiercely, spat indignantly, thinking that the referee was too biased.

But as soon as he said this, Hauge, who was nearby, heard it for some reason, walked over and raised a yellow card at Drogba, signaling him to humiliate the referee with words.

"I..." Drogba was certainly unhappy and immediately wanted to go over and argue with Hauge.

"Don't do this, Didier!" Gerald rushed over and stopped him immediately. He knew very clearly that this Ivorian was like a manniu. If he really had a scheming, it would be hard to guarantee that he would not add fuel to the fire. "Remember what the boss said, be calm, be calm!"

Whenever Yang Cheng was mentioned, Drogba suppressed the flame in his heart, and he was convinced by Yang Cheng alone.

Turning his head, he saw Yang Cheng wiping his neck at him, his expression looked very unhappy, signaling that he should kill Barcelona directly instead of fighting with the referee.

Drogba nodded at Yang Cheng, turned around and left without chasing Haoge.

After Yang Cheng persuaded Drogba, he walked towards the fourth official on the sidelines, "Sir, you should see that my players' jerseys were torn. Don't you think the referee's rule of law enforcement in this game is biased?"

He did not move, but instead adopted a more peaceful tone, but his expression and every move were showing, and he was trying his best to restrain his emotions.

"I'm sorry, I think the referee's penalty must have his reasons!" The official answer was very righteous and stern.

When Yang Cheng saw his appearance, he really wanted to punch him, and then asked this bastard, is it that you Norwegians have charged Barcelona money?

But just as he was about to complain further, he heard a burst of booing sounds suddenly in the stadium stands.

When he turned his head and looked at the stadium, the scene he saw was that Drogba and Marcos fell in Barcelona's penalty area, but the referee showed Drogba the second yellow card, which turned into a red card, sending the Ivorian red card out of the field.

"What's going on?" Yang Cheng was stunned. He had to lose one person in just half an hour, and he had to win two yellow cards in just a few minutes. This is so fucking!

"Jerald just now, and Drogba was entangled with Marcos in the penalty area, jumped up and headed the ball to compete for the top, and both fell to the ground." Paul Baier told Yang Cheng about the situation, but they could all hear Drogba roaring angrily on the court, saying that he was pulled down by Marcos.

"Haha..." Yang Cheng laughed this time, "So clever!"

He quickly added, "Is this what is called controlling the situation of the game?"

"The master on the football field can do whatever he wants!"

The fourth official looked at Yang Cheng, "Please pay attention to your wording!"

"Am I wrong?" Yang Cheng retorted and glared back without giving in.

Paul Bayer pulled Yang Cheng back hard, for fear that when Yang Cheng got angry, he would say anything. Then he would probably not only lose one Drogba, but even the head coach would be less.

"He's a damn, these bastards want to kill us. Can't you see it? Paul, they want to kill us, and do everything possible to stop us from defending their title. Can't you see it?" Yang Cheng asked with a red face.

Paul Bayer pulled him to his coaching seat hard. Since the shouts in the stands were in chaos, no one could hear Yang Cheng's shouting, "Calm down, Yang Cheng!"

Benitez, who was standing aside, was calm from beginning to end and said in a deep voice: "If you are even punished to leave the game, we don't have to play in this game anymore. Just admit defeat!"

"I'm just admitting my defeat!" Yang Cheng rushed out in anger, "Just them?" After saying that, he let out a disdainful hum from his nose, "Are they worthy?"

The referee's move to Drogba's two consecutive yellow cards also angered the Liverpool players. They all protested around the referee, hoping to ask for an explanation, but it was obvious that Drogba's expulsion from the stadium was inevitable.

"He's not a fuck!" Yang Cheng punched the plastic board in the coach's seat with a hard punch.

"We must make adjustments as soon as possible!" Paul Baier reminded.
To be continued...