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Chapter 44

Messi Injured? (Seeking Collection, Seeking Recommendation)

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After scoring, Li Mingyu did not celebrate, as he noticed all the Real Madrid players gathered in the Barca penalty area, looking as if they were ready for a brawl.

After the referee signaled that the goal was valid, he sprinted back toward the Barca half.

Referee: Damn it, is my job easy? They're just giving me trouble!

The referee had just reached the edge of the Barca penalty area when he saw Li Mingyu's goal after a light jog past the halfway line, thinking to himself, This kid is fast.

Prompted by the linesman, the referee finally noticed the Real Madrid players pushing and shoving with the Barca players in the box.

The referee hurried back to the Barca half, the exertion leaving him gasping for air.

Inside the box, Ramos and Busquets were both clutching their arms and wailing on the ground.

Anyone who didn't know better would have thought both their arms were broken!

But the experienced referee saw through it at a glance—they were faking it, damn it, they were just fishing for a foul!

The Real Madrid players were relentlessly surrounding Messi, accusing him: "You saw someone was hurt, why didn't you kick the ball out instead of continuing the attack?"

Messi had no interest in entertaining these frantic Real Madrid players and shook his head in disdain.

We scored, the referee ruled it valid, is there any point in saying this now?

Besides, it wasn't just your player who got hurt; our player was lying there too. We had equal opportunities, my attack was perfectly fine!

After assessing the situation, the referee signaled for the team doctors to enter the pitch and check on these two actors before their "injuries" healed on their own.

Busquets, of course, was perfectly fine; he was the defender, and he was the one who had applied the force.

Ramos was in a bit more trouble; while his arm wasn't broken, it had been twisted while being held, and the pain was real!

Upon learning that the referee hadn't called a foul on the opponent to award a penalty, and had instead allowed a quick counterattack that resulted in a goal, Ramos completely exploded.

Ignoring the team doctor's advice, Ramos charged straight at the referee, raised his arm, and shouted, "This is a damn penalty! It's a miracle Busquets didn't rip my arm off! Look at it, I'm asking you to look at the VAR, this is absolutely a penalty!"

The referee remained unmoved, holding up his hands to signal for Ramos to calm down, saying, "I hope you can calm down. The video assistant referee didn't give me any signal, so there is no issue with this goal."

Seeing Ramos still pestering him, the referee placed his hand on his chest pocket, signaling with his eyes that if he kept yapping, he wouldn't be so polite.

Ramos realized that if he kept pushing, he would end up with a yellow card, so he gave a sharp, dismissive wave of his hand and turned away in frustration.

Just then, Li Mingyu ran back to his own half.

Ramos walked viciously up to Li Mingyu, covered his mouth with his hand, and whispered, "Yellow-skinned monkey, it seems you aren't very honest. Watch yourself later, don't you dare give me a chance!"

Li Mingyu frowned, looked at him coldly, and said flatly, "I've noted every word."

Seeing the two arguing, the Barca players rushed over to protect their young star who had just made his mark.

Ramos hurriedly worked his arm to loosen it up and left the Barca half.

Although he wasn't seriously injured, his arm was still quite painful from the twist.

Seeing Li Mingyu return, the Barca players quickly surrounded him and celebrated wildly.

Even Messi, in his 17-year career at FC Barcelona, had never scored four goals in a single match against Real Madrid.

Li Mingyu had achieved the unprecedented; in the long history of El Clasico, only Marti Ventolra of FC Barcelona had managed a haul of four goals back in 1935.

Now, Li Mingyu had joined the ranks of those who held this honor.

Li Mingyu adjusted his hair with a sullen expression, rubbed his kicked backside, and cast a resentful glance at every single Barca player.

Just who was this "butt-kicking maniac"?

The match restarted.

Real Madrid's morale had taken a massive hit; they hadn't scored at the start, but instead conceded a goal on a counterattack. Now, the 0:4 scoreline had left the Real Madrid players mentally unbalanced.

One side was losing their composure, looking lost in both attack and defense.

The other side was playing with ease, their mentality excellent.

In the ensuing minutes, Real Madrid's errors began to mount, and the fouls committed after those errors became more frequent—and most of these fouls were aimed directly at the players.

The referee became the busiest person on the pitch; he could be seen everywhere, and the constant sound of his whistle made the game feel fragmented.

Yellow Cards were being brandished incessantly. Within twenty minutes, five Real Madrid players had received the blessing of the Yellow Card, while two Barca players had also been blessed.

However, the seven Yellow Cards did not dampen the tempers of either side; instead, the situation grew increasingly heated.

After Messi dribbled past him, Marcelo, overcome by malice, lunged from behind and tackled Messi's heel, sending him crashing to the ground.

Deafening boos erupted throughout the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium, though it was unclear who the boos were directed at!

Messi clutched his ankle, his face pale, with beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Li Mingyu sprinted from the other side of the pitch, knelt beside Messi, and asked anxiously, "Captain, are you okay?"

Messi couldn't answer; the pain was so intense that he was slamming his other hand against the ground.

Oh no, it looks like he's seriously hurt!

The referee was right there, and before the Barca players could surround him, he pulled the Red Gem Promotion Card from his pocket and sent Marcelo straight to the locker room.

Knowing he had incited public outrage, Marcelo rushed out of the crowd and headed toward the locker room.

Seeing Marcelo fleeing, Li Mingyu stood up, furious, and was about to charge after him when he was held back tightly by De Jong.

"Li, the captain is already injured. If you get sent off too, we're finished!"

Although De Jong hated Real Madrid with a passion, he knew he had to stay calm now.

With Messi down, Li Mingyu was FC Barcelona's only hope!

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