Chapter 872 Command on the Stand (Three More Chapters, Please Subscribe!)

Faria looked very unhappy, he was too nervous.

Mourinho was suspended, which meant that he had to take on the responsibilities of the head coach, and he had to fight with Guardiola!

But he was no match for Guardiola, which put a lot of pressure on him.

Since coming to Barcelona, ​​Faria has lost his appetite and was a little depressed.

The pressure is too great!

If he loses the game and loses the fourth championship because of himself, he will feel guilty.

"Hey! Faria, relax!"

Mourinho patted Faria on the shoulder.

Faria turned his head and said faintly; "Your broken mouth is the problem, will you die if you say less? You were suspended and let me bear the pressure, believe it or not, I will quit?"

Mourinho was also embarrassed when he heard Faria's resentful voice.

He didn't expect the Spanish Football Association to be so stingy.

He just made a random comment on the Internet and banned himself directly.

Mourinho laughed dryly.

"Man, I trust your ability. Besides, I will always be by your side!"

Faria said dissatisfiedly; "You are accompanying me like this? You are suspended. How can I give orders? How can I make substitutions? I have no idea! If it doesn't work, I will just pile up all the defenders and defend for 90 minutes!"

Mourinho looked at Faria's broken jar and said quickly; "Hey! Man, you have to calm down. I said I will be by your side. In fact, I have bought a seat in the Barcelona stand through a scalper, just behind the coach's seat. When the time comes, I will pass you a note!"

Faria's eyes lit up when he heard it.

But soon, he exclaimed; "You want to go to the away stand? Are you looking for death?"

Based on Mourinho's constant incitement of conflicts and hate speech, Barcelona fans now want to tear Mourinho apart.

Even before, some Barcelona extremists were caught in the neighborhood where Mourinho lived and were ready to make trouble, forcing Mourinho to change his residence.

If he was found in the away stands under such circumstances, Mourinho might be beaten to death!

Mourinho also sighed secretly.

There was no way, because behind the coaching seats was the home stands, which were all Barcelona fans.

He could only disguise himself and get in.

For this, he even found a makeup artist.

After all, this game cannot be lost.

He must command the team!

When he thought of this, Mourinho couldn't help but curse secretly; "Stingy Spanish Football Association!"

"The boss wants to command the team in the away stands?"

Srna looked at Carvalho in astonishment.

Carvalho also said helplessly: "I also heard the conversation between Faria and the boss. I didn't expect that he was willing to take such a big risk for this game!"

Suk listened to the conversation between the two, and he couldn't help but sigh.

You are worthy of it! Mourinho!

It's really a constant operation!

If you search for the head coach's operation on a certain audio, 80% of the whole video is Mourinho.

This guy is definitely a freak in the coaching world.

If other coaches did this, Suker might be surprised, even shocked.

But Mourinho.

This guy can really do this!

After all, in 2005, in Mourinho's first season as Chelsea coach, this guy was punished for his pre-match remarks and was banned from approaching the stadium, but in order to avoid UEFA's punishment, Mourinho hid in a laundry basket and sneaked into the locker room.

So, this guy can really do things to sneak into the opponent's stands!

The next day, around 3 pm.

Mourinho was in disguise.

He wore a ponytail wig, sunglasses, and a beard on his mouth and took the subway to the Nou Camp.

Mourinho did not enter the stadium directly, but bought a No. 10 Barcelona jersey in a nearby store and put it on. After thinking about it, he bought a cheering scarf and then mixed into the Barcelona fans, raised his hands and headed towards the Camp Nou stadium together.

The Real Madrid bus drove towards the Camp Nou stadium. On the bus, Real Madrid players were also discussing Mourinho.

"Boss, he should have mixed in by now, right?"

"Is he really going to the away stand? This is crazy!"

"If he is found, he will be beaten to death!"

"Hey! Let's try to act like it. Even if we see him, we have to pretend that we didn't see him."

The Real Madrid players were all grinning.

Mourinho really tried his best!

Suk was also in tears and laughter. This guy said less, nothing would happen, and he wouldn't make such a fuss.

However

Suker leaned out towards the aisle and said to Casillas next to him; "You won't report the coach, right?"

Casillas was stunned for a moment.

Hearing this, Srna and others looked over nervously.

Recently, Mourinho's relationship with the Spanish local gang has been getting worse and worse.

If Casillas is ruthless and can really report Mourinho through channels, then Mourinho will be finished.

"What are you thinking!" Casillas said unhappily; "There are conflicts between us, but he is our head coach after all, I won't do such a thing."

"Besides"

Casillas paused and sighed: "After all, he is taking risks for our fourth championship!"

Suke nodded, but he looked at his teammates with a tragic expression on his face. So, what are you touching?

Camp Nou.

Warm-up session.

Real Madrid players entered the stadium under fierce boos.

However, when they walked into the stadium, their eyes kept wandering in the stands.

A few key words.

The stands behind the coaching seats, disguised, and the first row!

They immediately locked onto Mourinho.

In the crowd that was angrily cursing at them, a big beard with a wig sat there quietly, and it was hard not to notice.

"Don't look! Don't look!"

Faria urged nervously; "Go up and warm up!"

In the stands, Mourinho hugged his arms.

It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous!

After all, there were enemies all around!

And these guys were foul-mouthed, with ferocious faces, and looked like they were about to tear each other apart.

If there were no fully equipped police in front, these guys would definitely rush into the stadium.

At this time, Mourinho couldn't help thinking.

"If I'm discovered, I'll ask the police for help, will they save me?"

Mourinho didn't dare to guarantee it.

After all, these are Barcelona policemen!

If they have evil intentions, they might ignore or pretend to make mistakes and push themselves to the fans.

So... they must not be discovered!

"Hey! Bearded man! Are you new?"

A Barcelona fan with a face full of flesh, a big belly exposed, and a fierce face turned his head and said to Mourinho.

Mourinho tilted his head.

He doesn't understand Catalan very well!

Mourinho said calmly; "I'm British, but I'm a Barcelona fan, and this is my first time to watch a game!"

Mourinho responded with the simplest words possible.

He prayed that the fat man understood, but couldn't say

"Oh~~So, you're a newcomer!"

The fat man finished speaking in standard English, he laughed, turned his head and shouted: "We have a newcomer in the stands!"

Hearing this, a series of eyes turned to Mourinho.

Mourinho was on pins and needles, his heart was pounding, but he could only pretend to be calm.

The fat man hooked Mourinho's shoulder and laughed; "Hey! Newcomer, you can't do this, you are at the front of the team, now that you are here, you have to fulfill your obligations!"

Mourinho sighed secretly, after all, he couldn't escape.

He slowly stood up; "What should I do?"

The fat man grinned.

"Of course"

In the stadium, the warm-up session was over, and the Real Madrid players were ready to leave and walk towards the player tunnel.

At this moment, fierce curses came.

"Damn Mourinho!!!——"

Suk couldn't help turning his head to look over.

He saw the boiling crowd.

He also saw Mourinho, who was sandwiched in the crowd, hugging people and cursing at him loudly.

Suk was a little dazed.

"Damn it. Amazing!"

"Okay, guys, we can't let other things interfere with our state." Faria said slowly: "This is a game about our fourth championship. Let's play in our previous state and win this game!"

Mourinho had made arrangements before the game, so the starting lineup and all preparations were complete.

But Mourinho was still worried, so he took the risk to go to the away stand.

Soon, the players from both sides gathered in the player tunnel.

The Barcelona players looked heavy.

Obviously, they wanted to take revenge at home.

For Real Madrid, they must ensure that this game is at least a draw. Only in this way can they win the game and win their fourth championship.

Soon, the players from both sides entered the field.

The starting lineup is as follows:

Barcelona (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Valdés.

Defenders: Alves, Puyol, Pique, Abidal.

Midfielders: Xavi, Busquets, Fabregas.

Forwards: Messi, Villa, Iniesta.

Real Madrid (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Casillas.

Defenders: Srna, Ramos, Pepe, Marcelo.

Midfielders: Khedira, Alonso, Kaka.

Forwards: Bale, Benzema, Suker.

"This is the second leg of the 2011/2012 Spanish Super Cup, Barcelona vs. Real Madrid at home!"

"After this game, the Spanish Super Cup champion will be decided. Will Real Madrid win its fourth championship, or will Barcelona be able to complete revenge?"

"We can see Guardiola standing on the court, his expression is extremely serious. In the past few seasons, Guardiola's team has not performed well against Real Madrid, which has also caused him to suffer a lot of doubts. Can he withstand the pressure?"

"In the Real Madrid coaching bench, assistant coach Faria performed the duties of the head coach of this game. Real Madrid's head coach Mourinho was punished by the Spanish Football Association for his dangerous remarks before the game and could not appear in the coaching bench. Without the head coach, can Real Madrid successfully defeat Barcelona? Let's wait and see!"

At this time, the players of both sides have entered the court and completed the pre-match ceremony.

Violent boos surged.

The players of both sides came to their respective half.

Real Madrid took the lead in the first half.

Suker and Benzema stood in the center circle waiting for the kick-off.

Barcelona was on full alert.

The referee made a final confirmation to the goalkeepers on both sides, then slowly withdrew from the center circle and blew the whistle.

Beep!

With a sharp whistle, Real Madrid took the lead in kicking off.

After Suker kicked off, he immediately ran forward into the half court.

He was in the wing position, giving Kaka enough space, but at the same time he was also observing Barcelona's movements.

Sure enough, Barcelona still used the routine of the previous game and planned to continue to target Kaka.

But this time, Real Madrid already had a countermeasure.

Kaka immediately passed the ball back, and Barcelona's players rushed forward to press.

Srna and Alonso kept in a position where they could respond at any time, and used one pass and three runs to continuously pass the ball.

When the ball was passed to Srna, Iniesta suddenly stretched out his legs towards the wing, intending to intercept.

In the last game, Srna used two consecutive straight passes from the wing to find Bale in the frontcourt.

But this time, Srna did not pass the ball like this, but pulled the ball horizontally and passed it diagonally to Kaka in front.

Real Madrid successfully completed the task of picking up the ball from the backcourt.

In the stands, Mourinho nodded slightly.

Srna's performance was still very stable, worthy of his careful training and the player he gave important tasks.

The most difficult problem for this kind of organizing guard is that he uses the advantage of numbers in his own half to suppress.

Even like now, it can help Kaka contact the crisis.

However, Barcelona did not panic too much.

After all, these are the contents of the last game, both Real Madrid and Barcelona have made adjustments and responses.

This is a test link!

Bang!

Mourinho's back hurts.

The fat man on the side shouted; "Hey! Newcomer, what are you doing, shout! The stands are our battlefield!"

'Damn Barcelona! '

Mourinho cursed in his heart, but still got up.

There is no way!

People under the eaves have to bow their heads!

As time passed, the probing phase of both sides also ended.

After 10 minutes, both sides officially began to exert their strength.

First, Messi and Iniesta returned to the middle, relying on superb footwork and swift and coherent passing to try to penetrate Real Madrid's defense.

But Real Madrid's defense was very good, and each time they exerted pressure, they exerted pressure together.

Barcelona passed the ball and almost didn't pass the ball.

Finally, Villa forced a shot when his body center of gravity was not stable enough.

The ball flew high into the stands.

After Barcelona ended the attack, Real Madrid also quickly launched an attack.

Compared with Barcelona's penetrating attack, Real Madrid's attack is simpler.

Eat your full-backs alive with the speed of the two wings.

Both Abidal and Alves seemed extremely strenuous.

And their movements were a bit stiff.

"Accidental?"

Mourinho noticed this.

He planned to observe it again.

In the 16th minute, Suker was attacking, and he kept dribbling and pulling the ball to change direction. Alves swayed left and right, and his body became more stiff.

Just when Suker was about to turn sideways and prepare to rush forward.

Alves suddenly rushed over. Suker was knocked to the ground.

"Hey!"

Suker raised his hand to indicate a foul.

But the referee crossed his hands, indicating that it was not a foul, and indicated that the game should continue.

It was Barcelona's turn to attack, and the Real Madrid players quickly retreated to support.

At this time, Mourinho also bowed his head and thought.

It was not an accident!

Alves and Abidal seemed to be in poor condition, and their bodies were a little stiff.

More pressure should be applied to the two wings, so that the situation might be opened up in advance.

Thinking of this, Mourinho took out a piece of paper and pen from his pocket while the fans around him were paying attention to the court, and wrote quickly.

Mourinho held the paper ball in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Real Madrid idiots!!"

Mourinho suddenly yelled: "The curly-haired guy in front, that's right, where are you looking? I'm scolding you, # ￥%%x-on:x-on:#￥￥"

'Curly-haired' is the code Mourinho and Faria have communicated.

Therefore, Faria turned his head to look at Mourinho and even walked over.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mourinho threw the paper ball in his hand and cursed; "Poor guy, you will be killed by us, you will be wiped by us, we will kill you!"

Speaking of this, Mourinho also made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Faria looked at Mourinho's operation speechlessly.

But he also cursed symbolically, turning this scene into a quarrel between the fans and the opposing coach.

"Hey! You are awesome!"

The fat man happily hugged Mourinho's shoulders.

"That's right! We need to show this kind of morale! What's your name?"

Mourinho subconsciously said: "Mourinho"

He stopped immediately and said seriously: "My name is Arsene!"

The fat fan shouted; "Hey! Let's give some applause to the brave Arsene~"

Pa pa pa pa pa pa! !

Mourinho lowered his head.

'It's terrible! '

In the coaching booth, Faria returned to the coaching tent, sat on the bed, and opened the paper ball.

"The full-backs will go over the flanks, Suker will move in the flanks and the middle, and Bale and Srna will cooperate in the forward run!"

After confirming the information, Faria immediately ran to the sidelines and began to direct the game.

With Mourinho's instructions, he became more confident.

In the game, the Real Madrid players immediately received the instructions and responded quickly.

Suker also started to move towards the flank area, while the two full-backs Srna and Marcelo were also ready to move.

In an instant, Real Madrid's offensive pressure was sufficient on both sides.

Guardiola frowned and pursed his lips.

"Tsk! Mourinho's assistant has a keen sense of smell!"

After the last game, Alves may have suffered some blows and his condition has declined a bit.

Abidal's old injury recurred. Although it was not serious, he also put on a patch.

He thought he could delay until the end of the first half.

Unexpectedly, he was discovered in less than 20 minutes.

But he had no choice!

Maxwell was injured!

There was really no one to replace the full-back position!

If Real Madrid continues to exert pressure, Guardiola will be forced to play with three defenders again.