"Messi pulled him up to attract defensive pressure, but this is natural in Ibrahimovic!"

Yang Cheng laughed, "I think Ibrahimovic is our best Messi defender!"

Everyone couldn't help but laugh, it was indeed the case.

Ibrahimovic is even lazy in running. Once he attacks, he basically controls the penalty area and the middle lane, which makes it very difficult for Messi to insert back and get used to his running at all times. The nearly crash just now was just an obvious conflict. In the game, there have been several times of mutual interference and influence, which is a taboo in the tactical arrangement.

"Stop talking about them, I think we must teach those bad balls a lesson in the midfield. The first half was so bad!" Yang Cheng shook his head and said angrily, "We were actually scored two goals by Barcelona, ​​and they all took my words as a blow!"

"Rafa, you go and prepare first!" Yang Cheng explained.

Benitez nodded and walked back to the locker room first.

When Real Madrid scored its third goal and surpassed the score again, there was no longer much suspense in the first half.

After the equalization, Barcelona, ​​who was still confident of winning, held their heads when they walked off the stadium at the end of the first half, but several Barcelona players followed the referee into the player channel indignantly.

Yang Cheng walked into the player passage. When he passed the referee's room, he found that Xavi, Iniesta, Pique, Messi and other players were arguing around the referee. He vaguely heard about Messi's penalty just now, who fell in Real Madrid's penalty area. They thought it should be a penalty kick, and the referee had to correct the misjudgment, while the referee insisted on his own judgment and position.

"I see it very clearly, it was an effective defense!"

However, Barcelona players did not accept the referee's words at all, and continued to stick to their opinions, thinking that it should be a penalty kick, and the referee forced the penalty kick off Barcelona and gave Real Madrid a chance to attack.

"Dare you dare to say that it was Ramos who really knocked you down, Messi?" Yang Cheng saw them squeaking pressure around the referee. Although it was at the Camp Nou Stadium, it was too much and couldn't help but walk over and shout.

After being seen by Yang Cheng, Harvey and other players immediately did not dare to say anything more, and turned around and walked back to the home team's locker room.

On the contrary, Pique roared at the referee, "Oh, I understand, so you know each other!"

Yang Cheng sneered and shook his head, "A group of guys who can't afford to lose!" His words were full of disdain.

"What did you say?" Pique walked up angrily as he passed by Yang Cheng, staring at Yang Cheng with a little condescending attitude, as if he was about to take action.

Yang Cheng smiled slightly and pointed at Pique, "I said, you are a coward who can't afford to lose!"

Pique was furious and swung his right fist to take action. Puyol ran over from a distance and hugged Pique at the first time, "Gerard, are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, I'm going to beat this bastard to death!"

"If I am a bastard, then you are nothing. At least I will not be like you, and I will be around in front of the referee's room after the game to put pressure on the referee. What a smart and glorious thing!" After saying that, Yang Cheng ignored them and turned around and left in the stare of the Barcelona player.
Chapter completed!