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Messi reacted quickly.

He jostled Marcelo and rushed forward to snatch the ball from Marcelo’s feet.

The two tangled on the right side; Messi hurriedly passed it horizontally to the advancing Xavi, but Heinze’s sliding tackle came in fast.

Xavi didn’t even have time to adjust before being taken down. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

As he fell, he pulled the ball back with his right foot and quickly passed it with the outside of his foot.

Messi got the ball first, feigned a move to mislead Marcelo, and cut into the middle from the right side.

Heinze got up and charged at Messi from an angle; in stride, Messi stepped forward with his right foot and spun, using the outside of his left foot to lift the ball.

The ball flew past Heinze into the penalty area, heading towards the center; Casillas rushed out, punching the ball away in front of Bojan.

"Forward!"

Ramos shouted loudly.

Gago saw Huang Kaiwen on the left as soon as he got the ball.

Without securing the ball, he already tipped it with his right foot.

Smack—

Huang Kaiwen slightly turned his body while running, letting the ball roll in front of him, and gently nudged it with his right foot, syncing his steps with the ball.

Toure, who had already crossed midfield, charged at Huang Kaiwen; Huang Kaiwen turned quickly, pulling the ball back with his right instep, and executed a Marseille turn!

Avoiding Toure’s foot, he also made Xavi’s sliding tackle from behind miss.

The fans in the nearby stands were fired up.

They shouted at the top of their lungs.

In their utmost excitement, their minds went blank; they only wanted to scream the number ten’s name.

"Kevin!!!"

Huang Kaiwen dribbled past midfield as Puyol closed in.

While running, Huang Kaiwen passed the ball horizontally with the outside of his right foot, but Guti’s return pass was short.

Zambrotta, hovering around Huang Kaiwen, made a quick start and rushed towards the ball with him.

[Zidane]’s only weakness was speed.

But with various traits enhancing him, he still controlled the left wing.

Against Zambrotta, Huang Kaiwen still faintly held the upper hand.

He estimated and pulled the ball with his right foot, then supported himself with his left foot to turn again.

Another Marseille turn!

Huang Kaiwen dribbled back; Zambrotta frequently tried from behind but couldn’t find an opening.

After two consecutive stepovers, Huang Kaiwen raised his left arm, blocked Zambrotta’s position, stopped the ball at his feet, and quickly pushed it forward, sprinting towards the byline with the ball.

Zambrotta helplessly spread his arms.

Damn, he didn’t expect to recover this fast either!

Marcelo charged diagonally towards the Barça Penalty Area with the ball; Max was forced to cover.

Smack—

Marcelo’s left foot passed sideways but was blocked by Max’s outstretched foot.

The two wrestled towards the sideline, both trying to secure the ball.

The ball went out of bounds, but the two didn’t let go.

The whistle blew, and the referee indicated that Marcelo had committed a foul.

Marcelo pouted reluctantly as he walked back.

"Haha, young Marcelo doesn’t have much physical advantage, but he’s very pesky."

"Yeah, many times he’s about to fall, but he keeps grabbing the opponent’s body with his hands while still fighting for the ball with his feet. His defensive attitude is remarkable. Though offensively, he’s even better, much like his Brazilian predecessor Carlos."

"Actually, an early pass would have been better here. He wanted to cut in with the ball seeing Zambrotta wasn’t there. Max came up too quickly for him to react. Valdes clears the ball forward, Henry! Henry with a double-feint, breaks through, enters the box! Henry goes down, but it doesn’t look like a penalty, the referee hasn’t given it!"

"Barca players are arguing, huh? A fan has entered the field!"

Both teams’ players focused on the box, not noticing a fan in a hat had rushed onto the pitch.

He sprinted from the sideline into the box, first pushing down hard with his left hand, then swinging up with his right, striking Xavi on the neck with his wrist.

Both teams’ players were stunned by this incident.

Bernabeu staff quickly rushed in, tackling the fan.

Barça players surrounded the fan, wanting to avenge Xavi, but the staff had to hold back the enraged Barça players.

Pinned to the ground, the fan wasn’t worried about his situation; even with his face pressed to the turf, he still strained to shout: "You bastard, you tackled Kevin from behind again today, next time it won’t be just a punch!"

The Real Madrid players looked at each other.

Robben was the first to rush in and push the Barça players away.

Ramos and De Jong quickly followed.

De Jong pushed Gudjohnsen, pretending to persuade, "You can’t control these things; with so many fans, it’s inevitable to have some irrational ones. Fighting with fans will blow things up."

"Yeah, there’s no big deal anyway."

Raul chimed in to persuade.

Sitting on the ground, Xavi glared at Raul.

Damn, I was struck and it’s considered no big deal.

The Real Madrid players stepped in to pull them apart; Bernabeu staff took the chance to push the fan to the sideline.

For the foreseeable future, this fan wouldn’t be able to watch games live at Bernabeu.

But the Meringues didn’t think there was anything wrong with this fan who hit Xavi; just like treating a goal hero, they gave the Real Madrid fan who hit Xavi a warm round of applause.

Robben, feeling significant pressure, watched the fan being escorted to the sideline.

Dammit.

Even the Real Madrid fans wanted to steal their limelight.

Robben rubbed the back of his head, looking at Xavi, who was just getting up with his teammate’s help.

If that’s the case, then don’t blame him for being ruthless.

"Tell them, no more roughness once they’re in the tunnel, and get that fan some food, plus give him a jersey."