Chapter 459 Betting

Although they fell short at the end of last season, Barcelona, ​​which won nine championship titles in two seasons, is still the most powerful team on the planet.

The new season is smooth sailing, the UEFA Champions League group stage two rounds ahead of schedule, the score of the national derby 6 to 0 made the rival Real Madrid lose face, Barcelona players started the holiday with a very relaxed attitude.

At the Christmas dinner organized by the club, well-dressed players walked into the hall one by one with their glamorous girlfriends.

Those who came to the banquet included first-team stars, La Masia's excellent seedlings, young players who have been loaned out and are growing, and even old people from La Masia who are no longer engaged in football work.

Looking at Carla Garcia walking into the hall with Cesc Fabregas on his arm from a distance, Christine was a little envious.

"Please! I'm not Cesc!" Sun Wu glared at Christine beside him.

Glancing at the girl next to Cesc Fabregas, Sun Wu wondered in his heart when this guy would change his girlfriend, and whether he should get to know his daughter at that time...

Avoiding the reporter from the side door and sneaking in cautiously, Sun Wu immediately went to find today's target, Gabriel Milito.

"Hey, didn't you go on vacation?" Sun Wu sat down with a smile, "Has the club let go?"

"Well, let's talk about it after half a year on loan." The bald-headed Milito also smiled, "Many people thought you would come to Camp Nou, but I didn't expect you to come from Basara."

Sun Wu shrugged and did not want to discuss this topic. The first teacher, girlfriend, father-in-law, plus a large group of Barcelona friends, plus the days of training in La Masia, made many people believe that Sun Wu had the same thoughts as Cesc Fabregas.

"I know what you think, it's just because I have experience in the Champions League." Milito leaned over and asked softly, "But you should know that I have a high chance of getting injured..."

This is the place I'm least afraid of... It's nothing more than 100 points, Sun Wu patted Milito's arm, "If you don't get injured, you are an excellent central defender, aren't you?"

Milito froze for a moment before nodding.

The word "injury" has an inseparable relationship with Milito.

As early as 2003, Real Madrid announced the signing of Milito, but then repented claiming that Milito failed the medical examination and had a serious knee injury.

Afterwards, the Argentine joined Zaragoza, performed well and joined Real Madrid's arch-rival Barcelona. Real Madrid's central defender Woodgate, who signed that year, passed the medical examination, but the English central defender suffered repeated injuries and only had 9 times in two seasons. appearance...

After moving to Barcelona in 2007, Milito's performance was not bad in all fairness, but frequent injuries prevented him from playing for a long time. Pique's return in the second year completely took away his main position.

What made Milito most dissatisfied was that he missed the 2009 Champions League final due to injury. In the second year's Champions League final, he replaced the injured Puyol. As a result, his younger brother Diego Milito passed him and scored the winning goal. .

At the beginning of this season, Milito still felt that he was quite competitive. After all, Puyol was getting older and frequently suffered from injuries, but then Guardiola put Mascherano in the central defender position... This directly This led to Milito making up his mind to leave Barcelona during the winter break.

Uh, Sun Wu has told Guardiola and Patrick not to disclose, and even signed some unequal treaties...

"Don't worry, you will face Diego in good health!" Sun Wu raised the champagne glass with a smile.

Just two days ago, the UEFA Champions League Round of 16 draw ceremony ended. Schalke 04, the group leader, played against defending champion Inter Milan, the second in Group A. Milito had a chance to avenge himself.

Just as the two clinked glasses, a figure hurried over.

"Best, why are you hiding here and drinking!"

"Come on, come with me, Gabriel, I'll use this guy..."

Pique put his arm around Sun Wu's shoulder and turned away, "I tell you, you will regret stealing Milito!"

"Regret?" Sun Wu blinked,

"Who is Barcelona looking at?"

Sun Wu has a bad feeling in his heart. In terms of style, apart from himself in Schalke 04, only Neuer and Rakitic are the most suitable for Barcelona.

But Valdes is not yet 30 years old, but Harvey is already in his 30s... Hey, you don't want to buy Cesc Fabregas?

Just thinking about Cesc Fabregas, Sun Wu caught a glimpse of the little Fabregas sitting between Puyol and Xavi looking a little stiff.

"Gerald!" Sun Wu stopped in his tracks and glared at Pique, "You are really a friend!"

Pique laughed dryly, "Anyway, you have privately said that you will not return to Camp Nou..."

There is no doubt that Pique is responsible for bringing Sun Wu here. Looking around, the seats are all Barcelona first-team players, only Xiaofa is an outsider...

"Hey, Leon, Cesc, Carlisle..." Sun Wu found a seat after clapping one by one, "I hope to have a chance to meet in the second half of the season."

"It's hard." Busquets said disdainfully, "You pass the Inter Milan test first!"

Sun Wu raised his legs, "I have never lost to Inter Milan, not even to the Portuguese!"

Most of the people here are black-faced. Last season's Champions League final fell at the feet of Inter Milan led by Mourinho. This can be called Guardiola's worst loss since he took office.

"Best, you can always say that." Fabregas laughed, "It's a pity we can't touch..."

In the draw ceremony the day before yesterday, UEFA drew Barcelona and Arsenal together again...

"Why do you want to do this!" Sun Wu turned his head and stared at Cesc Fabregas, "Cesc, I know you want to go back to the Nou Camp, but the more you want to come back, the harder you have to beat them!"

"What's so great, I really think that the world is invincible!"

"No matter how beautiful a woman is, she looks the same when she takes off her trousers and turns off the lights... woo woo woo..."

Pique and Busquets covered Sun Wu's mouth with one hand!

"I heard people say that you described Bayern as a woman in the locker room several times during the match against Bayern Munich..." Messi smiled and said: "And you also claimed that you are the best at pulling pants..."

The laughter gradually sounded, and Alves nodded seriously, "Best, that's what an ambitious player should do."

"Listen, there are still fair people!" Sun Wu broke away angrily, and stared at Busquets, "Guests come first, I bet 1,000 euros that Arsenal will win!"

"I bet you!" Pique was the first to jump up and take out his wallet.

"I bet too!"

"I'll overweight, dare you!"

Cesc Fabregas watched the noisy scene with a wry smile. He knew that Pique brought Bester here just to make himself easier, but...well, I have to admit that no matter where this guy appears, he is the focus of attention.

Hey, making money is sometimes difficult, but sometimes it is also very easy, such as now, it is simply picking up money.

Of course Sun Wu remembered that game. Arshavin, Nasri, Van Persie and Fabregas all performed well, but the MVP of that game belonged to Wilshere.

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