Soccer: Maxed-out ball control, the skill is too overpowered.

In La Liga Round 25, Atletico Madrid drew 0-0 with Villarreal.

Their winning streak was broken again after only a few games.

Lu Xiao sat in the stands, looking somewhat helpless.

Having just returned from Genk, leading the team to a 3-0 victory and giving them a significant advantage in the Champions League knockout stage.

Just two days later, on Friday night, there's a La Liga match.

The packed schedule forced Atletico Madrid to field a reserve squad.

Before the match, Lu Xiao drank a can of regular Red Bull in order to restore his physical strength for continuous combat.

However, he was banned by the medical team.

"Your performance indicators do not meet the competition standards, significantly increasing your risk of injury. I'm sorry, Lu."

Simeone also knew that the league was at a crucial stage, and every point was vital.

But he can't risk player injuries by forcing the use of the starting lineup.

Simeone isn't that short-sighted.

"There's the Copa del Rey and the second leg of the Champions League, and other crucial matches to come. I can't bet your career on that; we can't afford to lose."

Since Simone insisted, Lu Xiao decided not to argue with him.

In any team, the coach holds absolute power.

As a professional player, even if there are disagreements, one should not challenge the head coach's authority.

Lu Xiao was well aware of this.

The key characteristic of the team that ultimately won the championship was unity, including the head coach and players, with everyone working together towards the same goal.

Teams with star players who overshadow their coaches seem to have a lot of personality and are very attention-seeking. Going against the coach seems cool and exciting.

In reality, such teams often suffer a terrible defeat, ultimately becoming the butt of jokes for others.

So Lu Xiao gave up after failing to reach an agreement with Simeone and went to the stands to cheer for the team.

Unfortunately, Villarreal is no weak team.

Atletico Madrid, fielding a reserve squad, could only hold their ground defensively, offering no solutions on the offensive end. The two sides remained goalless as the 90 minutes were drawing to a close.

Atletico Madrid's draw and one point are now a foregone conclusion.

Pick up your phone and check the La Liga standings.

Atletico Madrid remains in 3rd place.

"We're doomed."

Griezmann was also sitting in the stands, looking pale next to Lu Xiao.

"If Real Madrid and Barcelona win, we'll be six points behind. How are we going to catch up?"

"Relax. Theoretically, a 6-point gap can be closed in the last 3 rounds."

"Lu, you have a really big heart."

In reality, Lu Xiao was just trying to comfort Griezmann.

If the final three rounds are only six points apart, given Barcelona's consistency, they are unlikely to give Atletico Madrid a chance.

"I've been a Malaga fan for 20 years, Malaga will win!"

In the back seat, Saul nervously watched another match on his phone.

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Saul was sitting next to Torres, who initially remained calm while watching his own team's game.

Lu Xiao and Griezmann whispered to each other, "As expected of Fernando, someone who has experienced big events is so calm."

Griezmann nodded:

"That's just how Fernando is. He's won the World Cup, the European Cup, the Champions League... there's nothing that can make him nervous."

Everyone on the team likes Torres.

If Lu Xiao is the soul of Atletico Madrid, then Torres is the team's anchor.

The two men in front were just about to praise Torres when

Then I turned my head and looked...

Torres' eyes kept glancing at Saul's phone, his nervous expression betraying his inner turmoil.

"puff."

Griezmann almost lost his composure.

Why is my idol so different from others?

Torres is even more nervous than he is now.

Upon noticing that Lu Xiao and Griezmann were spying on him, Torres sat up straight, his pale face flushing slightly.

Why are you blushing like a teapot?

Spending time with stars like Torres and Griezmann reveals that they are also genuine people.

Some of his traits might be unacceptable to fans.

For example, Griezmann is usually a cheerful, outgoing, and sunny young man who is very likable.

But after training and competing with this guy every day, Lu Xiao finally figured it out.

Brother Ge is a show-off, and a stress person.

Every time he scores a brilliant goal, this guy likes to brag to his teammates.

"See? The team really does need me!"

If a teammate makes a mistake, Griezmann can't help but make a few sarcastic remarks:

"Why didn't you send it just now? Are you an idiot? Did you expect me to do all the work by myself?"

In short, sometimes when this guy acts like a jerk, Lu Xiao can't help but want to hit him.

Most of the time, Griezmann is a normal person.

Especially after Lu Xiao joined the team, he won over the whole team with his performance, and Griezmann became much more restrained and rarely showed off in front of Lu Xiao.

As for Torres, he's almost 32 years old, but sometimes he's as innocent as a big boy.

Perhaps his slump during the Premier League, marked by frequent injuries, left him with psychological trauma.

Lu Xiao often saw him in the locker room, quietly huddled in a corner, lost in thought.

His teammates wanted to comfort him, but they didn't know how.

He keeps everything to himself and doesn't communicate with his teammates.

Today's match ended 0-0. If Barcelona and Real Madrid really pull away from the score, it's a different story.

Torres must be silently blaming himself again.

Spending every day with these star players,

Lu Xiao has long since demystified star players.

We are all ordinary people first, and only secondly are we glamorous superstars.

"Fernando, watch if you want, we won't say anything."

"That's right... Pfft, I'm not laughing at you."

"Damn it, you two!!" Torres lost his temper and almost kicked him.

"I'm in a panic!"

"Hey hey hey!! Nice!!! Malaga—"

Saul let out a howl.

Lu Xiao and Griezmann immediately climbed up and sat in the back row, and Torres quickly joined them.

The four people's heads were almost touching, and everyone's attention was focused on the small 4.7-inch screen of the iPhone 6.

Malaga scored in the 4th minute, taking a 1-0 lead over Real Madrid!

Several Atletico Madrid stars were laughing like children, celebrating in the stands.

Fortunately, the game had already ended, and the live broadcast cameras were focused on the players and coaches on the field.

Otherwise, if fans watching on TV saw several superstars behaving like idiots, countless fans would be heartbroken.

"Malaga is awesome!"

"Lu, Niu...bi, what does that mean?"

"It means very powerful."

"I see... Malaga Torbi! Malaga... what was it again?"

Torres shouted in Lu Xiao's tone, but forgot halfway through.

"Never mind, it's nothing."

The Atletico Madrid match has ended.

Simone sent a group message to the entire team, instructing them to return to the locker room for a meeting.

The four men evacuated from the stands, spending almost the entire way huddled together looking at Saul's phone screen.

I almost bumped into the corridor.

"Wait." Saul suddenly looked up.

"What's wrong?" The group asked, bewildered.

"Don't you...have any cell phones?"

"..."

Lu Xiao, Griezmann, and Torres then realized what was happening.

Harmful!

Lu Xiao slapped his forehead, sighed softly, and said:

"Spending too much time with you makes me feel like my IQ is slowly disappearing."

"asshole!!"

Enraged, Saul kicked out, but Lu Xiao deftly dodged it.

5 minutes later,

Head coach Simeone looked serious as he prepared to hold a brief post-match meeting with the players.

But then the locker room door was pushed open.

The four main players each had their phones in their hands, barging in like internet addicts.

This caused Simone's brain to malfunction, and the words he had just prepared were disrupted.

"Bandit General" Simone was both annoyed and amused:

What are you doing?

"Coach, Malaga has scored!!!"

"I know," Simone said calmly.

The next second, the commentator's excited shout came from the phone.

Saul was almost in tears.

"Coach... Real Madrid has scored too."

"Fuck!!!"

Simeone was now in a state of panic.

There was a chorus of groans in the Atlético Madrid locker room.

"Aaaaaaah!"

"Damn it! Is even God making things difficult for us?"

"Malaga is so weak!"

Simone was utterly speechless upon seeing this.

Silently turn on the TV in the home team's locker room.

Post-mortem analysis?

What kind of review is this!

Everyone's attention is on this game.

At this moment, every Atlético Madrid player is a Malaga fan!

……

Ninety minutes later, the Atlético Madrid players, who had been cursing Malaga throughout the match, shouted that phrase again.

"Malaga is awesome!!"

"Hala Málaga!!"

I'm even happier than if I won the game myself.

La Liga Round 25 key match,

Malaga 1-1 Real Madrid!

Madrid's two city rivals remain tied on points, ranking 2nd and 3rd respectively.

No one left after that.

Everyone tacitly stayed in the locker room to watch the next game.

Las Palmas vs. Barcelona.

"I'm a Las Palmas fan now!"

Saul's expression was resolute, as if he were about to join the Party.

"Huh? It changed that quickly!"

Lu Xiao couldn't help but complain.

Look at the other players at Atlético Madrid,

His expression gradually became similar to Saul's.

Griezmann muttered something under his breath:

"God, I pray Messi gets injured, Suarez breaks his leg, and Neymar never scores again..."

"Gezi, that's too mean!" Lu Xiao said, embarrassed.

"Look at Fernando, just watch the game with a calm mind."

When I turned my head, I found Torres sitting upright in his chair, staring intently at the TV, muttering something to himself.

Lu Xiao secretly leaned closer to hear clearly:

"Las Palmas! Las Palmas! Las, Palmas!"

"Don't bother pronouncing it like that!"

Lu Xiao sighed inwardly, rubbing his forehead again.

Who knows? My Atletico Madrid teammates are all geniuses.