Chapter 599: Chapter 54: Explosive Tempers—Chen Can’t Hold Back Anymore (Part 2)

The referee didn’t arrive late, he wanted to turn big issues into small ones and small ones into none, trying to get the match back on track, but he didn’t intend to draw any cards, while players from both teams swarmed around, surrounding the place tightly.

After Chen Zhong arrived here, he first hugged the already red-hot Cristiano Ronaldo and whispered, "Calm down, Cristiano!"

"Calm down."

"We will win, don’t let the opponent’s small tricks affect your mind."

At the same time, he pushed aside the approaching Pique.

Pique: ?

Pique originally wanted to protect Cristiano Ronaldo, but when he saw Cristiano Ronaldo being hugged by Chen Zhong, he could only join the quarrel between Valdes and the Real Madrid players in frustration.

The players from both teams looked quite agitated, Ramos saw his captain Chen Zhong protecting Cristiano Ronaldo, and Valdes still wanting to go face-to-face to curse, immediately pushed the opponent aside with a harsh tone, "Get lost! Don’t come near here."

Ramos considered that he had some status in the Spain National Team, and the Spanish Football, but Valdes, who was also a member of the Spain National Team, did not give Ramos any face at all.

Valdes retorted strongly to Ramos, "Idiot, it’s you who should get lost!"

Pique saw that there seemed to be a scuffle here, and being caught in the middle because his "friend" was causing trouble was a bit difficult for him, so he quickly inserted himself between Valdes and Ramos, which left Valdes a bit flustered.

After all, Pique was always very impulsive, but today, when he could use the situation to blow up, he remained so calm, making him feel very "unfamiliar".

On the other side, Villa, who arrived late, became the fish in the net, he shouted at Cristiano Ronaldo, spurning his previous actions, while Chen Zhong just gave Villa a look and made him calm down.

"I know that Barcelona used to have a tradition of fighting."

"Do you want to have a go with me?"

Barcelona, in the past, under Maradona’s leadership, completed a real-person PK on the court. Villa was a bit wanting to "back down", but Chen Zhong’s words ignited him.

He could only look to Barcelona’s captain Puyol, Puyol came over and said, "I hope everyone calms down."

"We are very calm."

"We are all playing football."

"But you all saw what just happened."

At this time, Guardiola also came over, he looked at Chen Zhong, like an aggrieved little wife, "Did you see what happened?"

"Is it my fault? I did want to return the ball to him..."

Chen Zhong forcefully squeezed Cristiano Ronaldo’s shoulder, then hugged the Portuguese in his arms, gave a faint look at Guardiola, expressionlessly said, "Since you think it’s not your fault, then I also think it’s not Cristiano’s fault!"

"He just pushed away someone blocking him from picking up the ball."

Guardiola said nothing, turned and left.

Puyol looked at the approaching referee, calmed his players, and went back himself.

The referee showed yellow cards to Valdes and Cristiano Ronaldo. Valdes had been swearing very badly just now, and Cristiano Ronaldo, being the "culprit", also got a card.

Chen Zhong saw this scene, walked to the referee, and calmly said, "I don’t think it’s all Cristiano’s fault, he had a reason for doing what he did."

The referee glanced at Chen Zhong, this young Real Madrid captain, who remained stable during the incident just now, he liked such a trouble-free captain.

And at this time, the tone was also very calm, without pressure or shouting, which was pleasing to hear.

So after a brief thought, the referee turned and walked to Barcelona’s coaching area, and issued a yellow card to Guardiola as well.

The boos at Camp Nou grew louder.

And amidst the boos, there was also Mourinho’s laughter and applause.

Mourinho laughed so hard that his eyes almost turned into a line, he turned to look at Francisco beside him and said, "This kid, this kid, I like him, he let him eat a card, hahaha!"

Mourinho’s hearty laughter made Francisco’s eyes flash with a hint of nostalgia, he thought of Schuster.

The golden-haired, bad-tempered lion.

The match continued, but the movements on the field by both teams became more intense.

"Barcelona’s attack."

"Khedira receives the ball."

"Villa!"

"Fouled from behind."

"This shouldn’t have happened!"

The match had reached the 40th minute. During this time, the fouls from both teams were constant, sometimes it seemed like it wasn’t to play but to knock the opponent down.

Villa’s foul on the taller Khedira from behind showed how much effort he put in.

The referee had endured for a long time and could finally endure no longer. He warned Villa with a yellow card, hoping the two teams would restrain themselves a bit more.

But such a move seemed futile.

In the 41st minute of the match, Barcelona controlled the ball, Chen Zhong this time didn’t intercept the ball in advance, Iniesta’s pass and Messi’s move made the slightly "drowsy" Chen Zhong "mistaken".

"Iniesta."

"Messi."

"Chen Zhong seemed a bit lax."

"Messi dribbles to attack."

"But Chen Zhong hadn’t been shaken off yet." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Chen Zhong still closely followed Messi, like a knife stabbing Messi’s lungs from behind. If Messi slowed down slightly, he might have to deal with a slide tackle from Chen Zhong.

The most important thing was that Chen Zhong could still reach out to tug Messi.

And in front of Messi were Khedira and Pepe.

Khedira was easily bypassed by Messi, but this also brought Messi into Chen Zhong’s tackle range. Just when Chen Zhong was deciding when to make a tackle, Pepe suddenly appeared.

A standard run-to-player-not-ball move, an elbow to Messi’s waist, pulling and sending Messi tumbling down to the ground with a "reliable shove".

Messi let out a painful cry, and the referee blew the whistle.

"Messi’s dribbling."

"Khedira."

"Bypassed!"

"Pepe!"

"A tactical foul."

"Could get a card!"

"This foul wasn’t really necessary."

At Camp Nou, the boos were almost enough to lift the stadium, Barcelona’s players gathered around again, and the referee looked at Pepe with a disapproving expression and drew a yellow card.

This action clearly didn’t satisfy Barcelona’s coach, players, or fans.

They voiced their opinions, hoping to influence the referee, but the referee remained unmoved.

"Yellow card."

"The referee showed a yellow card."

"Since C. Ronaldo shoved Guardiola."

"Fouls have been constant in this period."

"Villa and Pepe both received yellow cards in a short time."

"The referee hopes this way will keep the players of both teams calm."

"Real Madrid is relatively at a disadvantage."

"After all, Villa is an attacking player while Pepe is a central defender!"

"Pepe needs to be careful with his moves henceforth."

Mourinho moved from being cheeky to not being cheeky, having a yellow card so close to halftime is a definite loss, this Pepe...

Pepe bared his white teeth at Messi, his eyes showing a red tint, like someone having a "relapse", wanting to go over and "comfort" Messi properly.

Chen Zhong quickly sensed this, went over to block Pepe.

"Calm down."

"Do you want to get carded again!"

The referee’s gaze was fixed on this side, if Pepe made any small move, it would not escape the referee’s eyes and might even earn another yellow card.

And Messi looked at Chen Zhong, who was blocking him, his eyes blinking.

Messi: Indeed, it’s still better when Chen tackles me; clean and straightforward...