Chapter 112 Life and Death Promotion Battle

The next day, Tottenham came to the Nou Camp early to step on the field.

Camp Nou, home of La Liga giants Barcelona.

This stadium can be called one of the largest stadiums in football, with a full 100,000 seats and a capacity of 109,815 fans.

This time Tottenham went out with the team to reach more than 6,000 fans, but it was not a fraction of others.

The rest of the more than 100,000 fans are all Barcelona fans. The atmosphere at home is nothing to say, and many people's legs are weakened just by shouting.

Yi Le strolled on the court, stepped on the turf, and looked up at the surrounding layout.

On the left is a large LCD screen, and on the opposite side is the Barcelona team logo, with red and blue as the main tone, which corresponds to the color of Barcelona's jersey.

This used to be a place he had longed for.

But the reality is such a fuck, when he came back here, he was an opponent.

"Yi! Yi?!"

Yi Le was in a daze when he suddenly heard someone calling him, so he couldn't help turning his head to look over, only to see Dele Ali looking at him with some worry, and said, "Yi, other people can have problems, but you can't."

Yi Le is the 'big daddy' of Tottenham. If other people have problems, there is still room for turning around. If Yi Le has problems, it will be over.

Hearing this, Yi Le smiled and said, "Don't worry about me, I'm very excited."

"Really?" Dele Ali asked suspiciously.

Yi Le chuckled, then pondered for a moment, and suddenly said: "Ali..."

"what?"

"I want to win this game!"

Yi Le looked up, with a seriousness that had never been seen on his face.

Dele Ali was taken aback when he heard the words, and then thought of some entanglements between Yi Le and Barcelona. He stepped forward and put his arms around Yi Le's shoulders, and said, "Don't worry, I will help you! Don't worry."

Ok....

Yi Le nodded, and then said: "Does the boss decide that you will start?"

The smile on Dele Ali's face froze, his cheeks twitched and he said, "Yi, if you can't speak, don't speak!"

"Oh!" Yi Le nodded aggrievedly.

 …

Spanish time, April 12, 4:00 p.m.

The quarter-finals of the 2016/2017 European Champions Cup, Barcelona VS Tottenham Hotspur, will be played at the Nou Camp.

The stadium, which was still quiet in the morning, is already full of voices. Nearly 100,000 Barcelona fans have settled in, and the atmosphere at home is extremely frenzied.

In a corner of the South Stand, thousands of Tottenham fans also loudly cheered for the home team, but their voices were quickly drowned out by the huge noise.

This is the quarter-finals of the Champions League. There are no so-called weak teams anymore, and the gap is only a little bit. There will be no such exaggerated scores.

Therefore, this game is a test for both Tottenham and Barcelona.

For Tottenham, this game is extremely difficult!

In the last round of the game, Barcelona staged a shocking comeback on their home court!

This greatly boosted morale. It can be said that among the top eight teams in the Champions League, no one wants to face such a Barcelona.

But unfortunately, Tottenham is the idea back!

Or the Brazilian goalkeeper who draws so poisonous!

Anyway, for Tottenham, this game is extremely difficult!

Barcelona itself is a strong team, and Tottenham is still playing away, which tests everyone in Tottenham.

If they want to win, they must show stronger offensive strength, more resolute defensive attitude and more tacit cooperation than before!

Especially for Yi Le, this is a battle to rectify his name.

He wants to tell the entire Camp Nou that it was your biggest loss when you didn't let me play here!

 …

Before the game, there was silence in Tottenham's dressing room.

Everyone was bowing their heads and arranging their equipment without talking, looking extraordinarily serious.

At this time, Boas pushed the door in, and everyone looked at their head coach.

Boas could feel the dignified atmosphere in the locker room.

He came to the middle, took a few deep breaths, and said, "Guys, next, I will ask a question. Please raise your hand if you meet the requirements."

"Among those present, how many of them have played in the quarter-finals of the Champions League?"

Hearing this, the Tottenham players looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, Ibrahimovic, Higuain and Torres slowly raised their hands, while the others remained motionless, even Boas.

"Okay! We are a bunch of rookies!" Boas laughed at himself, and said, "No one outside is optimistic about us, except our fans!"

"The local media in Catalonia are complacent because Barcelona got Tottenham!"

"The German media said that we are a stepping stone for Barcelona to advance."

"The French press say Tottenham have done enough and we can look forward to next year."

"Even our local English media speculated that it would be Barcelona!"

Speaking of this, many Tottenham fans showed angry expressions.

Boas said lightly; "Is this really the case? Are we weak?"

"No! We are strong, boss!" Lori shouted forcefully.

"Then why do they feel that we will lose?" Boas continued to ask.

Lori poked his neck and said, "Because we haven't shown them our strongest side yet!"

"So what is our strongest side?"

Lori said without thinking: "Team!"

After a pause, he continued: "My teammates are all very strong, they are not weaker than Barcelona, ​​Kane, Ali, Sun, Yi, Zlatan... Alderweird, Verhengtong, they are all very strong ! This, I promise!"

Boas nodded towards Lori and handed over the middle position to Lori.

Lori walked out without hesitation, this is his duty as the captain!

"Tell me, who are we?"

Lori said solemnly.

"Tottenham Hotspur!"

The team members looked at each other and said one after another.

"I didn't hear you! Louder! Didn't you eat?!"

boom! ! !

Lori slapped his chest, stared at his eyes angrily, and roared: "Tell me loudly, who are we?!"

"Tottenham Hotspur!!!"

The team members, including Yi Le, blushed and shouted loudly.

"That's right! We are Tottenham Hotspur! We are fighters belonging to White Hart Lane! We have come to Spain and are about to embark on our own battlefield!"

Swish! !

Lloris stretched his right hand, pointed to the outside world, and said: "There! There are more than 6,000 Tottenham fans cheering for us, and there are more Tottenham fans in England watching this game. Seeing us bring the news of our victory back to Tottenham, even thousands of miles away, those loyal fans still chose to go with the team!"

"We wear the jersey that belongs to Tottenham, which represents the past glory and future glory of Tottenham!"

"Tottenham's best result in the Champions League is the quarter-finals! In the 10/11 season, they fell here, but I don't want us to repeat the same mistakes and give this 'unwillingness' to the fans again."

"Remember, every next goal, every victory is making history!"

"Nobody thinks about us, so let's tell them they're wrong!"

"Tottenham are never afraid to fight, even if he is a strong Barcelona, ​​we will beat him and win!"

Lori walked to the door of the locker room, opened the door, and said loudly, "Now! Get out of here! Let's fight, let's make history!"

fighting! ! ! ! ——

Make history! ! ————

The originally depressive atmosphere was replaced by a wave of enthusiasm. The Tottenham players were like calves, almost exhaling hot air from their noses.

They walked out of the locker room one by one, and Lori slapped everyone on the back hard.

Everyone understands that the battle of life and death has begun!