Mesci's Return

Athlatic Bilbao.

Spain's most unique team.

The San Mamos Stadium, which can accommodate 39,750 people, ushered in the menacing Barcalona team.

There are no seats left on the court. As one of the most well-known hell stadiums in Europe, the fans of Athlatic Bilbao will never be afraid of any opponent.

Even in the face of the Barcalona team, there is no flinching in their singing.

In the visiting team's locker room, Aran also felt his scalp tingling while listening to the deafening singing and shouting outside. The home stadium of Athlatic Bilbao really deserves its reputation.

However, the rest of the players looked normal because they were used to it.

They come to this stadium at least once a year, and they are Barcalona, so it is absolutely impossible to be intimidated by such a scene.

Mesci stood up and said with firm eyes, "Two months ago, right here, we lost our first championship this year. They used despicable means to take away the honor that should belong to us. Of course, it was my fault too..."

Mesci looked around at the players who were sitting or standing, the anger in their eyes seemed to ignite the whole world, and then he said coldly, "This time, we set foot on the San Mamos Stadium again, and we are going to win here, and it is absolutely impossible to fall twice in a row in one place because....."

"Barcalona can't lose again!"

All the players stood up excitedly and shouted excitedly, "Barcalona can't lose again!" Aran waved his fist excitedly, and shouted along with his face flushed.

Kaeman, who was standing outside the door, showed a gratified smile. It seems that the army's morale is good in this game.

He waited until the sound inside subsided, then gently pushed open the door of the dressing room, and walked in with his assistant.

"Today's lineup has not changed, and the tactics are still the same as I said before. I don't want to say anything more. Warriors, go and get back what you lost!"

Kaeman clapped his hands and encouraged everyone. All the players screamed strangely, and the atmosphere of the team was very harmonious.

At 20:00 in the evening, after the referee blew his whistle, the revenge match officially kicked off.

Aran, who was sitting on the bench, bit his fingernails and watched the situation on the field with excitement.

Athlatic Bilbao's tactics were very simple and rude. As soon as the game started, they retreated directly to their own half, putting on a stance of iron bucket formation.

After all, Athlatic Bilbao is now ranked eighth in the league and hopes to hit the top six and qualify for the Conference league.

But when facing Barcalona, they are still very careful, and will not think that they can already match with the opponent just because they won the Spanish Super Cup last time.

In the last game, Mesci was fouled badly many times, and made a wrong choice, which led to the team's loss.

This time, Mesci's mentality was very calm, he rarely keep the ball to himself, and he passed the ball without giving the opponent a chance to entangle him.

This made Athlatic Bilbao's defense a little at a loss. After all, fouls with the ball and fouls without the ball are not the same concept.

Mesci wandered around in the opponent's frontcourt, messing up the opponent's defense line. This situation directly made Athlatic Bilbao's defense lose focus.

Sure enough, in the opening ten minutes, Mesci retreated to receive the ball, and Athlatic Bilbao's midfielder Garcio quickly followed.

Mesci suddenly returned the ball, and then ran back by himself, directly throwing off Garcio who was following up.

Garcio was also in a hurry, because Mesci had never shown his aggressiveness, and this sudden start was really unexpected by Garcio.

Barcalona's offense seemed to be activated all of a sudden. De Jang received Mesci's counter-pass, and directly kicked the ball over the top of Garcio's head.

Mesci happened to be there. The ball stopped at his feet. Garcio turned around and was about to chase, but Mesci had already started quickly and rushed towards the defense of Athlatic Bilbao.

The back is out of position. This is the scariest situation on the pitch.

Without a defensive midfielder, the defense will face the opponent's attacker directly. This will put the defenders in a dilemma.

The same is true for the two central defenders of Athlatic Bilbao. Seeing Mesci galloping, they must go up.

Barenziago shouted, "Nunoz, you go, make him go to the right, don't let him go to the middle!"

Everyone knows that Mesci's left foot is invincible in the world, so as long as he can force Mesci to go to the right, basically half of the defense is completed.

However, what everyone didn't expect was that after receiving the ball, Mesci took a step towards the middle, nearly 40 meters away from the goal, and kicked directly.

Barenziago and Nunoz heard a muffled thunder.

*BOMM!*

They saw the football whizzing past them. The two turned their heads in horror, and saw their goalkeeper standing there dumbfounded. The football had already rushed into the goal, causing a wave into white nets.

The whole stadium fell silent in an instant. Everyone looked at Mesci standing there with unbelievable eyes, his head held high, his fists clenched, and he roared loudly.

Long shot. Mesci's shot directly vented all the frustration he had been holding back for last two months.

The Barcalona players all rushed towards Mesci as if they were crazy, and surrounded him.

Of course, they wouldn't kick his ass like they did to Aran, but it doesn't matter if they touch their hair or pat their backs to celebrate.

Aran, who was sitting on the bench, had already stood up after seeing Mesci take a step. In his heart, he felt that Mesci was about to hit the goal.

Sure enough, the kick made Aran feel a wave of tingling all over his body, which directly ignited the entire stadium.

Aran waved his fist excitedly, speaking nonsense that he didn't know what it meant.

"Awesome!"

"Fuck!"

"Mesci, you're such a dick!"

At the beginning of the game, Mesci gave Athlatic Bilbao a big blow. In this way, Mesci announced his return.

After kicking off again at midfield, Mesci threw himself into the game again with a raging fighting spirit, and began to gallop in the opponent's half.