Chapter 102: The Night Sky of Bernau

  Li Xiaoteng clutched the beer bottle tightly, staring intently at the big screen. As he watched Ronaldinho's weird and wonderful free kick pierce Casillas' fingers, he felt a sudden jolt of electricity run through his body, followed by a strange numbness. The deafening roar of the crowd around him was in stark contrast to his own inability to utter a sound.

  Although the opening time is not long, Li Xiaoteng clearly remembers that the first goal was scored by Real Madrid. But now, the first goal has been scored by Ronaldo breaking through Real Madrid's gate.

  Li Xiaoteng felt his feet go soft and he fell to the ground with a thud.

  Kong Zhen hurried over, concerned and asked: "Teng Ge, are you okay?!" Li Xiaoteng shook his head, pale-faced and sat down in the chair. He didn't speak to Kong Zhen either, just staring intently at the big screen.

  On the screen, Ronaldinho rushed into the encirclement of his teammates and unfolded a crazy celebration. The Barca fans in Camp Nou were hysterical with excitement. The rhythmic beating of drums accompanied the endless cheers of the Barca fans, as if they had just won another league title!

  The time for celebration was always too short for the winning team. The referee blew his whistle again to start the game. Beckham stared at Ronaldo's ball control in the middle of the road. He quickly inserted and rushed towards Ronaldo, shouting loudly to show his determination to take the ball. Ronaldo looked back at Beckham but didn't immediately pass the ball to Beckham's feet. Instead, he continued to bring the ball forward quickly. Puyol brought people to rush over instantly.

  The ball skills of Brazilians are called the Samba dance on the green field. Ronaldo's Marseille spin cleverly dodged Puyol and continued to drive forward.

  Beckham kept pace with Ronaldo, maintaining a distance of about six or seven meters. This also allowed for space to flow out for various uncertain factors.

  Only to see Pelede like a mad dog, rushing towards Ronaldo. Suddenly frightened Beckham's heart was startled. Secretly thought: Brother, don't play with your life like this. That momentum is simply running towards breaking his leg!

  Beckham was nervous, Ronaldo was even more afraid. Hurriedly splitting the ball, the ball directly passed to Beckham's feet. Beckham's feet didn't stop, and continued to move forward, leaving dust behind. The ball seemed to have only stopped for a moment at Beckham's feet. After bypassing Belletti, Beckham immediately sent the ball forward again. A wall-like one-two pass, and the ball suddenly returned to Ronaldo's feet.

  Beckham saw that he had completed his mission of escorting. He slowed down a bit under his feet. However, Owen accelerated and took over Beckham's position from behind. Owen accelerated to fill the gap. Coordinating with Ronaldo, they launched an attack.

  The Real Madrid fans went wild. The shouting echoed through the entire Bernabeu night sky. Even old William, sitting in the box, held his red wine glass tightly and watched this attack with rapt attention.

  Ronaldo was approaching the penalty area. Valdes tightly grasped his gloves, bent down and stared at the ball under Ronaldo's feet. Then, on the last line of defense, Oier and Horst rushed towards Ronaldo to intercept him.

  It's just unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional, but somehow no one defended Owen. Ronaldo gently pushed the ball at his feet. Directly sent to Owen's feet, Owen hurried up with an arrow step. Oleta and Horst couldn't even counter-attack in time, only to see Baldes rushing towards Owen again.

  Owen hastily shot the ball to the far corner of the goal, and it went out. Valdes fell to the ground, stretching out his hand in an attempt to push the ball away.

  But after all, a person's height is limited, and Baldes stretched out his arm. He didn't even touch the ball. Baldes closed his eyes with force. When he turned around to look at the ball behind him, he could hardly believe his eyes. The ball had rolled out of bounds, grazing the goalpost.

  This "oh" sound, coming out of everyone's mouth is different. The Real Madrid fans' sound is a deep disappointment, while the Barcelona fans seem to be a relieved sigh after a narrow escape.

  The sound coming out of Yang Biao's mouth was an excited cheer, while Yang Biao seemed to have not noticed Li Xiaoteng's cold face, tightly clenching his somewhat pale fist. He let out a deep sigh!

  Li Xiaoteng never thought that this ball would be kicked into such a state! Li Xiaoteng's heart crazily shouted: Why is it different?! This isn't scientific!

  Valdes made a penalty kick, the ball was kicked to the midfield by Casillas. Eto'o received the pass from the midfielder and rushed forward for several steps. He found that the penalty area was crowded with Real Madrid's defenders, an iron-like dense formation. This made Eto'o feel deeply powerless. Eto'o shot hastily outside the penalty area, the ball directly hit a Real Madrid player's body, the ball slowed down and was caught by Casillas.

  One minute later, Eto'o received a pass from Juliano's right side again and shot it with ease. Beckham watched the light and easy shot from behind, shaking his head in disdain. Casillas easily caught the ball in his arms.

  It seems Beckham knew it all along. He immediately sprinted back to his own area and waited for the next attack!

  The ball was kicked out by Casillas' big foot and fell on Beckham's head. Beckham chest-stopped the ball, controlled it with his feet, and quickly dribbled forward. Suddenly, Carlos caught up quickly. He beckoned to Carlos, shook his foot, and passed the ball to Carlos' feet. Carlos quickly advanced with the ball, soon reaching the edge of the penalty area, where Ronaldo was already in position. Carlos cleverly slotted the ball into the penalty area along the sideline.

  If Carlos had taken the ball into the penalty area, he could have shot. But at the wrong time, he chose the wrong action, stuffing the ball into the middle of the road, and the result was that the ball was directly cleared by Puyol!

  Li Xiaoteng stared at the big screen and slammed his fist on the table. He took a big gulp of beer, then nervously stared at the big screen again.

  Kong Zhen glanced at Li Xiaoteng, secretly stuck out his tongue and muttered to himself: "Why is Brother Teng so furious when watching the ball? Is he going crazy?"

  On the big screen. Max in Real Madrid's penalty area, actually received Xavi's right-sided free kick, a header shot. The ball hit the door frame. The ball flew out of bounds along the bottom line.

  Li Xiaoteng let out a long sigh. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, no one stopped him, and he directly put it in his mouth. To his surprise, the hand holding the lighter was trembling violently.

  Took a deep breath of smoke, casually pulled out a paper towel from the table and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Then he focused his attention on the big screen again!

  Today Real Madrid's goal is like a sieve being beaten by the ten fierce warriors on Barca's field.

  Eto'o made a breakthrough with the ball, closely followed by Xavi. After dribbling past two defenders, Eto'o quickly passed the ball to seemingly unmarked Xavi. At this moment, Real Madrid's Elgera fell down and cleared the ball, but due to insufficient strength, it did not have any actual impact.

  Havertz sprinted down the right flank of the penalty area, like a fighter jet breaking through the sound barrier. He quickly shook off Carlos and broke into the penalty area, shooting with his right foot from eight meters out. The ball flew in like a meteor, drawing a straight line on the grass as it went in. Casillas was unable to make the save. The ball went into the net!

  Let's not talk about how crazy the Barcelona fans in Bernabeu are. Yang Biao, sitting next to Li Xiaoteng, held up a half-eaten lamb skewer and shouted loudly: "Barcelona is the champion!" while Li Xiaoteng turned pale. The crazy shouting continued: "Teng Ge, I told you! Barcelona is destined to be the champion!"

  Zhao Pàngzi hastily said: "Brother Biao, don't be like this. Can we calm down a bit?" Yang Biao discontentedly said: "Watching the ball is about shouting! It's about wildly venting!"

  In the thirty-second minute of the first half, Barcelona was still on a frenzied attack. Ronaldinho made a long pass to the right side from midfield. Juliano quickly broke through and pressed up. The counter-attack was successful. He directly took the ball and entered alone. Casillas was somewhat flustered, jumping around. For a moment, he couldn't decide whether to make a decisive attack or defend stubbornly. Seeing Juliano already charging over with the ball, Casillas gritted his teeth and quickly rushed up.

  Julian Kasisillas is still some distance away. At the same time, it's too late to defend. He shoots a low shot from the right side of the penalty area into the far corner of the goal.

  However, what made Juri depressed was that the ball rubbed against the left post and rolled out of bounds. Suddenly, Juri muttered two sentences in a huff, spat out water, and ran back to his own half-court area.

  Time flew by in the back-and-forth contest and entered the second half countdown. With a whistle from the main referee, the first half came to an end!

  In the locker room of Barcelona. The head coach Rijkaard first applauded for his players. Rijkaard said loudly: Good boys, we must continue to maintain this momentum. Win this game at one stroke. Although we are away against Real Madrid today, you have not disappointed us, we want...

  Rijkaard spoke at the same time, in the locker room on the other end. Dark clouds hung over every player's head. The head coach hadn't spoken yet, only to hear Zidane shouting loudly: "Do you know what odds were given outside today?" Zidane paused and shouted loudly again: "Four to two! We beat Barca 4-0! What's wrong with all of you!"

  Beckham smiled strangely and nodded towards Zidane.

  Li Xiaoteng's face turned pale as he stared at the advertisement on the screen, listening to Yang Biao and Zhao Baozi's loud discussions, pursing his lips in silence.

  Today's night market is much more lively than usual. It's already almost 2 am, but there are still many customers at Li Xiaoteng's stall. The Spider-Man, Batman, Red Lantern, and Flash who usually scatter around the night market have all gathered here today, like a meeting of the Avengers Alliance. They're drinking beer and watching the game on the big screen with their heads tilted back.

  Li Xiaoteng is hesitantly considering today's match.

  Suddenly felt someone say a word to oneself. Only then did one come back to one's senses, lift one's head and take a look. It turned out that it was Cui Xiaoyan who was staring at oneself with a complicated gaze.

  Yang Biao suddenly blew a whistle. Loudly shouted: "Teng Ge is mighty! There's a beauty who actively throws herself into his arms!"

  Li Xiaoteng suddenly said with displeasure: "What nonsense are you talking about!" He then turned to Cui Xiaoyan and asked: "Yanzi, do you have something to ask me?"