He had played against the National Football Team for forty-five minutes, so he now knew their strength inside out.
If the skill of players like them could be rated at 90 points,
Messi felt that the National Football Team players were worth at most 30 points, with even the stronger ones not exceeding 50.
With a team like this, it was no wonder the boss had told them to play as aggressively as possible.
But he was also a little worried. Once the match ended, they would be fine, but the boss might have to bear the brunt of the criticism.
The fifteen-minute break soon ended.
In the second half, the National Football Team replaced several players, intending to go all out. They had to score at least one goal.
But the gap between fantasy and reality was always hard to accept.
When the difference in strength between you and your opponent was too great, even fighting back became a pipe dream.
In the second half, Barça played even more fiercely, their attacks surging like a tidal wave.
10–0, 13–0.
The National Football Team fans were dumbfounded. They counted the goals.
The score Barça had racked up against the National Football Team in this one match was probably more than the National Football Team could score across an entire year.
The National Football Team players were also left stunned. All eleven of them had suffered an enormous blow, both physically and mentally.
Wu Xiaolei even burst into tears right on the field. Some fans could not help feeling sorry for him.
Only after the second half and all the stoppage time had completely ended did the match finally come to a close.
The National Football Team fans and players were all relieved, as if they had just survived a nightmare