Barcelona's players stared blankly at Li Mingyu, who was holding the ball.
There was no anger on Li Mingyu's face. He spoke calmly. "We're Barca, and this is Camp Nou. As long as we win this match, we're champions. We've worked hard all year for this day, haven't we? Did one goal from the other side really leave you all stunned?"
Li Mingyu's voice rang out like a morning bell, striking the hearts of every Barcelona player.
Barcelona's captain on the pitch and defensive stalwart, Pique, also looked resolute. He swung his arm hard and shouted, "That's right, gentlemen! Get your heads in the game. So what if they scored one goal? It's nothing. We'll score two or three against them. From now on, we can't let them get into our box so easily. I hope everyone works together!"
"We're Barca!"
"We're Barca!"
"We're Barca!"
As the players roared, Barcelona's morale visibly surged.
Messi, watching from the team box, also looked relieved.
The fans in the stands seemed to have been roused as well, and began singing Barcelona's anthem at the top of their lungs.
After the kickoff, Barcelona looked markedly different.
After scoring, Eibar fell back in an orderly fashion, retreating en masse and packing their defense into the thirty-meter zone in front of their goal, determined to protect their hard-won lead.
Barcelona had plenty of experience facing this kind of defensive setup. At a time like this, they absolutely couldn't rush things. They needed to move their opponents around with patient passing, use the width of the pitch, and stretch the defense from side to side in an attempt to open up gaps in Eibar's back line.
Pedri and Alba making overlapping runs down the flanks left Eibar struggling to cover both sides. On top of that, Li