Chapter 101: A Different Century War

  Li Xiaoteng was busy for a whole night and finally managed to accompany Yang Biao and Zhao Paozi. Today, in order to watch the century-old war, Li Xiaoteng specially purchased a projector and screen. Letting several brothers see the ball for the first time like watching a movie.

  The host on the big screen was introducing the players of both sides with flying saliva. Yang Biao suddenly said, "Teng Ge, didn't you bet? I have a feeling today that Barca will win!"

  Li Xiaoteng smiled and nodded, saying: "I didn't place a bet. But I think Real Madrid will win!" Yang Biao said in surprise: "You're betting on Real? Haven't you seen the odds? It's such a scam! Only if Real wins 4-2 or more can we make money. I don't believe my Barcelona will lose by a big margin!"

  Li Xiaoteng smiled and said with confidence: "Everything is possible."

  The Santiago Bernabéu Stadium is located in the financial center of Madrid, Spain. In 2005 it was rated as a five-star stadium, which means that it can host the final match of the European Champions League.

  Tonight's century war is about to unfold here!

  Not only Li Xiaoteng and his brothers, but also the numerous diners in front of the Dongxing Restaurant, lowered their voices at this moment, with countless eyes fixed on the screen.

  This night will be an unforgettable one for football fans all over the world!

  "Welcome everyone to tune in on time, we see that Real Madrid has lined up in a 4-3-3 formation. And Barcelona has also set up in a 4-3-3 formation. Oh my god! Is the whole world playing 4-3-3 defensive counterattack? Who's better and who's worse, tonight's match will give us the answer!"

  And the mastermind behind the Royal Madrid and Barcelona showdown sat in the VIP box at Bernabeu Stadium. Old William held a deep red Lafite in his hand, watching the warming-up players, smiling at Thomas and said: "Thomas, you can think of such an excellent layout. Not bad!"

  Thomas sat under Old William's hand, bowing his head humbly and said: "Mr. William, as the chief actuary of William Hill, I must live up to your expectations of me!"

  Old William nodded, and suddenly a pass like a celestial being from outside the field appeared in the court. This drew Old William's attention. He heard Old William say: "Beckham's curve is getting more accurate! Have you arranged with Beckham yet?" Thomas chuckled twice...

  Beckham has been preparing for today's match for two weeks. As soon as he stepped onto the Bernabeu Stadium lawn, it was clear that tonight would not be an ordinary night.

  Beckham sprinted towards the direction of Old Trafford's VIP box, taking a deep glance. He bent down and gently stroked the lawn. The enthusiastic cheers from the fans on the field made Beckham feel as if he was standing next to a subwoofer. The massive sound waves impacted his nerves. Beckham slowly ran towards his own right wing forward position.

  The game had just started, not long after the whistle sounded by referee Massimo De Santis. Figo kicked off the first ball and the World War began. The long pass rolled to Ronaldo's feet. Ronaldo glanced at Eto'o who was rushing over fiercely and didn't entangle too much. He made a straightforward pass, sending the ball towards Owen.

  Owen's state is pretty good. Owen, like a calf, has already secretly made up his mind. Today he and Ronaldo had a blast. No matter what, I have to score a goal.

  Owen, who got the ball at the opening, was a bit impatient and rushed forward with the ball. After running for a few steps, Puyol quickly rushed over, tightly stuck to Owen, and with Belletti's coordination, slightly struggling, managed to snatch the ball from under his feet.

  Puyol looked around and found Van Bronckhorst had quickly inserted himself. Puyol took no more than two steps. A fake move with his foot, and he directly passed the ball to Van Bronckhorst.

  Beckham followed the team's pressing, and as the whole team's rhythm also pressed up quickly. He looked at Van Bronckhorst holding the ball and calmly chose his own position. Suddenly, he heard Raul's loud shout: "Gravesen, Zidane!" As soon as the words fell, he saw the two men form a pincer movement and press up. They surrounded and intercepted the ball under Horst's feet.

  Beckham looked at Raúl, thinking to himself: "After all, he is the soul captain of Real Madrid, a big star in the team. Once you enter the team, everyone listens to Raúl."

  In a moment of distraction by Beckham, Zidane made a high pass. The ball was passed to Beckham's feet. Beckham quickly focused and scanned the court situation. He started to dribble quickly along the right route, sprinting to the edge of the penalty area, making a high pass that sent the ball to the front of the goal.

  At this moment, a tall figure suddenly rushed out of the goal. It was Valdes, who instantly flew up and pounced on the ball. Raul happened to be rushing over at this time.

  Baldé's effort was disrupted by Raúl. However, the advantage of height plus the swing of long arms. Raúl's disruption seemed to be negligible. Baldé made an effort to throw the ball out.

  The ball just fell to Puyol's feet, and Puyol turned around with a big foot to clear the ball out of bounds. Suddenly Beckham saw Owen raise his hands high in this area and shouted loudly: "When clearing the ball, Barca's Oleg has a handball suspicion."

  Dominguez smiled at Owen and signaled the game to continue. Owen muttered two sentences in discontent, spat out a mouthful of saliva, and rushed back to his position. The game continued...

  The century-old war that countless people around the world are crazy about, every shot of both sides is tied to the hearts of fans. Li Xiaoteng stared at each run of the players on the field.

  Originally thought to be a casual competition, but due to Yang Biao's sudden departure abroad, Li Xiaoteng was forced to become even more tense. Li Xiaoteng had already placed his bet. The money from the credit card, plus the 4 million he borrowed from Gao Lu Chen to buy stones, all went in.

  Li Xiaoteng still wanted to leave himself 1 million for unexpected needs. But because of Zhao Baozi, this pretentious brother. Li Xiaoteng glanced at Zhao Baozi who was drinking beer and sighed helplessly.

  Li Xiaoteng's heart was racing as he watched the game on the big screen. In his mind, he secretly wondered if this match would follow the trend of history.

  Bernau Uri, Beckham speeding on the field, saw the ball flew to Eto'o's feet, suddenly a little anxious. Just wanted to move forward to compete for the ball. Saw Eto'o had already accelerated, along a seam exposed by Real Madrid, and made a strange insertion. Directly brought the ball to the front of the penalty area, looked left and right, saw that Zhuli in the middle had quickly followed up. Smoothly passed the ball to Zhuli in the middle.

  Juli's shot from close range was blocked by Casillas, who is known as the Spanish goalkeeper god. The ball flew directly to the corner and was cleared out of bounds by Carlos' big foot.

  Two minutes later, Saragat infringed on Ronaldinho and was given the first yellow card of the match by referee Dominguez.

  Real Madrid and Barcelona players once again unfolded a more intense competition. Beckham was forced to maintain the formation, pressing forward with the trend. Suddenly, Zidane passed the ball to Beckham's feet. Beckham's right foot followed the trend, hitting the door with great force. However, it was firmly held in Valdes' arms.

  The Barcelona fans' cheers rose wave after wave, echoing throughout the Bernabéu Stadium.

  The ball is moving quickly back and forth in the competition. After Messi got the ball, he rushed towards Real Madrid's goal like a wild donkey. As the goal was getting closer and closer, Messi looked around to see that Ronaldo and Guti were quickly catching up. Just then, Carlos came rushing over like a tiger tank. Messi felt a chill in his heart. Before he could react, Carlos made a quick sliding tackle.

  Maradona had an irresistible feeling, suddenly raised his head to estimate the distance from here to the goal, and deliberately slowed down half a beat under his feet. Instantly knocked down by Carlos.

  "The referee blew his whistle." He pointed mercilessly at the ball. Made a gesture of a free kick.

  Beckham hurried back to the defense in the backcourt, along with Pavin, Graveson and several other central defenders standing together, ready to respond at any time.

  Xiao Luo as Barca's first free kick taker, walked to the penalty spot without giving in. Prepared to take this free kick. Looked left and right, saw that Xavi, Harvey, Eto'o were all already in position near the penalty area.

  Xiao Luo thought: Pass the ball to Juli or Harvey. Prepare for a quick attack. Suddenly, he found a gap on the left side of the human wall. And Cassillas seemed to have not discovered this loophole.

  The referee's whistle sounded, and Xiao Luo's body danced out a strange arc. The ball was shot out in anger! However, the ball seemed to have been shot off to the left side.

  Just as Casillas let out a sigh of relief, the ball suddenly changed direction in mid-air and flew towards the goal. In an instant, Casillas cursed to himself: "Oh no!"

  Actually, before shouting out this sentence, Kassilias' body had already flown to the left. Unfortunately, it was just a little short. Kassilias seemed to be able to feel the airflow brought by the ball, through the thick leather gloves, slipping past his fingertips.

  "A whistle blew. The giant screen on the field displayed: Real Madrid 0, Barcelona 1. The Barcelona players who came to Bernabeu to assist went crazy. A huge cheer echoed through Bernabeu!"

  Cheering voices also came from the night market. Yang Biao, with one foot on a stool and wildly waving a beer bottle in his hand, shouted loudly: "Go~~~~~go~~~~~! Barca, the champion of my heart! What a great ball! Little Luo's kick was absolutely incredible! Banana shot!"

  Yang Biao's expression was like a madman. But after all, there are many ways to celebrate a goal. Some beauties can even take off their jerseys and reveal two huge breasts, Yang Biao's way of celebrating doesn't seem so strange anymore!

  Kong Zhen was also watching the ball, but suddenly heard a dull thud behind him. He hurriedly turned his head to look and saw that Li Xiaoteng had fallen to the ground along with the stool, his face pale as he struggled to get up.

  Kong Zhen hastily helped Li Xiaoteng up and asked strangely: "Teng Ge, are you okay?"

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