As an orthodox Catalan, Guzmán loves music, travels, and food!

It may be too unrefined to say this, in other words - he prefers good food!

As a food country, Huaxia, he has been to more than once, from the streets and alleys to restaurants and suites, all linger in his footprints.

Perhaps because of this, he is not a racist.

However, he also did not have much affection for Huaguo.

This country, which has been sleeping for a long time, still has all kinds of not-so-good deeds, perhaps because he is a crooked nut, he pays attention to these things inexplicably.

Of course, he has also seen many beautiful things, many beautiful things, many wonderful people, and many, many delicious things.

Until now, Guzman has only looked at the Chinese people and the yellow people with a more objective gaze, and this perspective often allows him to understand more things.

It's not like to say that for those who are racist, Guzmán sometimes really can't understand it.

After all, with such emotions, everything is distorted, so how can you see the real situation?

It is also because of this realization that Guzman has always believed that only what he has seen and experienced with his own eyes is worth believing.

Compared with some people who may not have even been abroad, they keep saying that foreign countries are good and good, and even the air is sweet, Guzmán is obviously more conscious.

It is worth mentioning that although he is a Catalan, he does not like to play football, nor does he like to watch football, or even Barcelona!

It's normal for there to be some outliers in any group.

In the eyes of Bamund's and Paulino, Guzmán is such an anomaly, an outlier who does not fit in with the average Catalans.

It is for this reason that he was "kidnapped" by two people to Camp Nou.

"I just got off the plane yesterday, can't you give me a break?" Guzmán: That's pretty depressed.

"It's all here, don't talk about it." Paulino chuckled.

Hearing this, Guzmán looked at Paulino to the right, at the hands that were still wrapped around his right hand, and then at Bamond on the left, and at the hands that he had just shouted at his left hand, and was speechless.

"So, what are you tying me up for?" Guzman asked.

"Today, our team is playing against Real Madrid!" Bamond said excitedly.

“…… I don't watch football. Guzmán interjected.

"I've known this for a long time, but it's unbelievable that you, a Catalan, don't like football!" Paulino complained on the sidelines.

“…… Isn't that surprising? Guzmán was speechless.

"Strange!" Bamond and Paulino retorted at the same time, causing Guzmán to shut up on the spot.

"However, I asked you to come here today, mainly not for you to watch football." Barmond explained.

"It's for you to come and see a player." Paulino added.

"That's a Chinese player." Barmond said.

"He's the one wearing number 21." Paulino followed.

Following the direction pointed by the two men, Guzman saw Zhuo Cunzhi's figure.

"So, what is he doing?"

Balmond and Paulino looked at each other, and finally Barmond explained: "We just want you to judge this player's performance from an objective point of view. ”

"I don't know football, so I don't know if he's doing well or badly." Guzmán shook his head.

"You can at least tell me how you really feel." Paulino explained.

“…… Yes, yes. "But why?" ”

"Because we believe that you are an absolutely objective person, and you will definitely give an objective evaluation." Bamond's expression was very serious.

"I had a little disagreement with him, let's not talk about the specific disagreement, so you don't have a first impression, so just tell us what you really think." Paulino added.

"Okay, okay......" Guzman seems to be feeling bored.

In the conversation of the three people, the warm-up time for the game has passed.

"First to enter, our captain, Puyol!" As the commentator's voice sounded, the Barcelona fans in the stands shouted extremely loudly like crazy.

"Are you all that crazy?" Guzmán was taken aback.

"The game has to be impressive! Otherwise, how can you hold down your opponent? Bamond explained.

Guzmán nodded, but still a little unacceptable, and his ears seemed to be roaring.

"Next up is our core, Ronaldinho!"

Suddenly, louder voices rang out in the stands.

Guzman covered his ears and regretted it in his heart-

If something goes wrong with his hearing, he's going to have to settle accounts with these two guys!

Powerful players like Deco and academy players like Valdés have caused a sensation in the stands.

Although the momentum was not as strong as the previous two people, it was still unacceptable to Guzmán.

'Next up is Samuel Eto'o.'

The reaction of the fans suddenly became much colder, and the sporadic cheers could not even suppress the louder boos.

"Is this player of poor quality?" Guzman asked.

"No, mainly because of the color of his skin." Barmond explained.

"That black... Ghost ......" Paulino muttered on the side, but for fear of affecting Guzman's judgment, he didn't let him hear it.

"Next up, Zhuo."

As promised, there were shrill boos from the stands.

If the cheers in front were like blunt thumps, then the boos now are like sharp stabs of a sharp sword!

Guzman covered his ears with no love, and only felt that his cochlea was wailing!

It was not easy for Guzmán to come back to his senses.

“…… Isn't he our player? ”

"Because a few days ago, he said that he wanted to transfer, and he was involved with Real Madrid." Paulino explained.

Just now, he couldn't hold back and not let out a boo.

Why only talk about transfers and not the reason?

Bamond looked at Paulino with dissatisfaction—

They had agreed in advance that the two of them could not influence Guzman's opinion of Zhuo Cunzhi, so that he could make an objective evaluation as much as possible!

And now, Paulino is clearly suspected of violating the rules.

"There are other reasons for this problem as well, you just have to focus on his performance." Barmond explained.

Guzmán looked at him, then at Paulino, and understood the position of the two men.

Then, as every Real Madrid player came out, there was a wave of boos in the stands.

At the moment when Zidane came out, the decibel of the whole field reached the highest level!

This person is probably the most powerful one of the opponents.

Guzmán made his own judgment.

However, to Guzman's ears, he felt that the loudest voice was when he was shushing Zhuo Cunzhi.

What is the reason why he hates his own players more than his opponent's generals?

Guzmán couldn't help but be a little curious.

On the field, the game officially began, Raul passed the ball to the back court, and the ball reached the feet of Carlos.

As a famous golden left-footer in football, Brazil's starting left-back, and the absolute main force of Real Madrid's 3 Champions Leagues, Carlos's strength is beyond doubt.

He, like Maldini, is a worthy candidate to compete for the best left-back of all time!

It could even be said that he is even higher in the ranking than Maldini!

However, no matter how powerful a hero is, he will always lose to time.

If a genius wants to defeat a superstar, the biggest asset is youth!

Zhuo Cunzhi obviously knows this, and before Carlos received the ball, he relied on prediction and rushed over at a sprinting speed!

As soon as Carlos stopped the ball, he saw Zhuo Cunzhi pressing over.

Without much time to think, Carlos saw a blue figure and passed the ball directly.

At the same time, Zhuo Cunzhi immediately shoveled over!

Even if Carlos is old, the level is still there after all, and the ball was passed quickly and accurately by him to Guti's feet.

But he is old after all, and Zhuo Cunzhi's shovel can't avoid him.

Bang dang!

Carlos fell to the ground!

In the stands, Guzman nodded-

Although he didn't know the superfluous things, this Chinese man seemed to be working hard.

I want to watch the live broadcast, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to get up tomorrow, so I'm entangled......

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