One, two, three—go!
As soon as the referee blew the whistle to start the match, he saw the Real Madrid players charging forward like wolves and tigers.
The Barcelona players on the opposite side were caught completely off guard.
This wasn't how the script was supposed to go!
According to last season's script, shouldn't Real Madrid have spent a brief period probing at the start?
Why did it look as though they had no intention of doing that tonight, charging forward fiercely from the very beginning?
The Barcelona players immediately fell back in a fluster, feeling extremely frustrated.
It was like a couple who hadn't even finished the preliminaries before jumping straight into the main event. Who could handle that?
Especially when they saw the savage looks in the eyes of every Real Madrid player. They looked ready to treat Barcelona like a flock of helpless lambs and tear them apart alive. Four glittering words seemed to be written on every one of their foreheads.
Kill them all!
"Damn, what is he trying to do?"
Valverde had barely lowered himself into the home-team dugout when he hurriedly jumped back up.
The opening situation made it impossible for him to sit still.
Real Madrid had actually adopted a High Press!
This had caught Valverde completely by surprise, but what shocked him even more was Yang Yang's lineup for this match.
Before the match, Barcelona had also speculated about Yang Yang's plans. There was no need to discuss the attack: Mbappé and Hazard were in such outstanding form that they were certain to start. The midfield was more troublesome. Frenkie de Jong, De Bruyne, young Valverde, Casemiro, Kanté, Toni Kroos... Which of Yang Yang's favored players would actually take the field?
Yet Yang Yang seemed not to have fallen into the