Barcelona.

On the streets, many Brits and Catalans were gesturing, bargaining.

"This is a Champions League match. Chelsea fans want to buy tickets for Barça's home game from us? Impossible!"

"Since my grandfather's generation, we've been Barça members! Our loyalty to Barça..."

"Oh! Praise God, you've solved my lunch problem for half a month!"

Every street and alley.

Scalpers wearing Barça jerseys were surrounded by a large number of Chelsea fans.

In some ways, profit can wash away the grievances between all "non-archrival fans."

Liking a club is a kind of inertia.

Hating a club, on the other hand, requires constantly spurring and reminding oneself.

A dark blue bus slowly drove towards Camp Nou.

The clamor on both sides of the street grew louder.

Blue Lion flags were planted on the land of the Catalonia region.

The Blues fans scrambled, running alongside the bus as it moved forward, shouting loudly.

"Lee!!!"

"Hazard!!!"

Posters fluttered.

The Chelsea players opened the windows and waved to the fans.

A logistics staff member couldn't help but look out the window and exclaimed, "How can there be so many fans? Aren't Champions League away tickets limited to 5,000?"

Dino explained, "Away fans have many ways to buy home tickets. Many fan organizations often do this kind of thing."

Since 2011, there have been very, very many cases of this kind of "turning the tables."

Feyenoord and PSV Eindhoven fans have also "invaded" the stands of major European powerhouses.

There are too many insiders, it's impossible to defend against.

To take a step back.

Even if they can't enter the stadium to watch the game, there will still be a large number of fans outside letting the opponents feel the "momentum."

At this moment, the periphery of the Camp Nou stadium was shrouded in a terrifying dark blue.

The media reporters all thought of a title:

"Blue Lions Invade Catalonia!"

The press conference hall was crowded.

Tuchel and the press officer were talking.

The coaching staff led the players onto the Camp Nou pitch for warm-ups.

Lee Kang loosened his shoelaces, stepped onto the green field, and juggled the soccer ball.

The media reporters took pictures one after another.

The Chelsea fans in the nearby stands cheered and raised their phones.

Bang!

The soccer ball quickly rose into the air,

and then fell!

Thwack!

Accompanied by a crisp sound of contact.

The soccer ball rose again.

The exaggerated rise and fall was just like the mood of the Catalan fans.

The height of Lee Kang's left-foot juggling was getting higher and higher, causing bursts of cheers from the fans and media reporters.

Not to show off skills.

But the most common warm-up method used by Maradona, Baggio, Piero, and others.

The Chelsea coaching staff suggested that he also try this warm-up method based on his characteristics.

The Catalan fans looked at the blue No. 10 on the green field with complicated feelings.

It was hard to bear.

Our La Masia gem wears the No. 10 jersey of different teams every year and opposes Barça.

"Sofia's son doesn't know how to be grateful. Barça raised him and cultivated him!"

"Hehe, my nephew said that Lee was a crybaby when he was a kid!"

"Shut up."

"Lee is still very young, and he will have many opportunities to play for Barça in the future!"

Gradually.

A burst of Catalan words about "going home," "returning," and "hometown" burst out from the stands.

Lee Kang pretended not to hear and warmed up on his own.

Fabregas, who was next to him, was stirred up.

Pre-match press conference.

Tuchel and Valverde shook hands briefly and took their seats.

"Chelsea will take this game seriously."

"Although Barça is in a period of transition between the old and the new, their strength should not be underestimated, especially at home."

"It's not easy to retreat unscathed from Camp Nou."

"I don't have much to say, Chelsea will go all out!"

Completely inconsistent with the content of his speech, the Chelsea coach looked relaxed.

On the other side.

Valverde's face was calm.

"Barça has a glorious history and will not fear any enemies."

"Camp Nou is a temple."

VIP box.

The Barça executives looked at the Camp Nou being invaded by 'dark blue' and listened to the Chelsea team song.

They were immediately furious.

"Shame!"

"They have no face!"

"Camp Nou is defiled!"

Three flags were unfurled on the green field.

The lights gathered on the Champions League star logo in the center circle.

The passionate Champions League theme song floated in the sky above Camp Nou.

"Ctv5! Ctv5! Good evening, audience friends."

"Now we are broadcasting live the opening match of the 2017-18 Champions League group stage!"

"Barça at home against Chelsea!"

"Fire and water meet, fierce collision!"

"Friction of love and hate, torment of passion and vengeance!"

"A never-ending battle of rivals!"

Player tunnel.

Iniesta took the initiative to greet Lee Kang.

His tone had a hint of bitterness: "Lee."

He had already planned to leave Europe next season and go to the J-League in the island country to spend the last of his career.

As for Barça's future... it depends on Messi alone.

Buffon patted him on the shoulder and sighed, "You're old."

Iniesta: "..."

Lee Kang smiled.

A mechanical, cold electronic synthesized sound quietly sounded.

[Ding! Task triggered: Tears of Camp Nou.]

[Task description: Competitive sports are cruel. Valverde has completed the transformation of Barça. You are about to face another combat form of Messi. He has given this weak Barça more terrifying autonomous offensive capabilities.]

[Task reward: Barça Legend Platinum Treasure Chest.]

The atmosphere gradually became heavy.

Busquets and Pique had serious expressions.

Messi looked firmly into the distance.

After a moment.

The referee team led the players from both sides out of the tunnel.

Camp Nou was instantly occupied by the cheers of Chelsea fans.

"Now I will introduce the starting lineups of both sides!"

"Barça is lining up in a 4-5-1 formation!"

"Goalkeeper: Ter Stegen."

"Defenders: Roberto, Pique, Umtiti, Alba."

"Midfielders: Paulinho, André Gomes, Messi, Busquets, Iniesta!"

"Forward: Suarez!"

Livestream room.

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[They didn't put Coutinho and Dembélé, who were bought at a high price, on the field?]

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[It doesn't matter, it's fine as long as Messi can play.]

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[This lineup... an old, civilian Barça? Can they withstand a few rounds of Chelsea's attacks?]

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[Does it even need Chelsea? I estimate that Roma can beat them 3:0!]

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[Watching him build a tall building, watching him entertain guests, watching his building collapse.]

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[Don't talk nonsense, this Barça is very strong!]

"Chelsea's formation is 3-5-2!"

"Goalkeeper: Buffon!"

"Defenders: David Luiz, Cahill, Rüdiger."

"Midfielders: Azpilicueta, Lee Kang, Bakayoko, Kanté, Marcos Alonso."

"Forwards: Hazard, Diego Costa!"

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[Massive tank cluster]

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[Platini's reinstatement can't save this Barça! I said it!]

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[Bloodbath Camp Nou!]

Accompanied by the referee's whistle.

The match officially began.

(End of this chapter)