"It was a pleasure to speak with you in detail, and I appreciate your understanding. I will not let down your trust; I will win the golden boot award!"

Suker smiled and closed the door to Mourinho's office.

Faria stared blankly at Suker from the side.

Mourinho compromised?

"Coach!" Suker turned to Faria, nodded, and smiled, "Then I'll be going!"

"Oh, alright!"

Faria nodded blankly.

After Suker left, he yanked open Mourinho's office door and found Mourinho sitting on the sofa, looking grim.

The coffee on the coffee table was almost untouched; clearly, the two had been talking the whole time and hadn't drunk any coffee.

This meant the so-called conversation was very intense.

"Ha~" Mourinho suddenly let out a long sigh. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the ceiling, and muttered, "As expected of Suker! This guy sidelined the Head Coach in the National Team; he's capable of doing something like this!"

"What did you talk about?" Faria quickly asked, "I told you, don't provoke Suker!"

"Shut up!" Mourinho waved his hand irritably.

Faria pursed his lips, "So, what are you going to do?"

Mourinho sighed, "What else can I do? For the next two matches, the entire starting lineup will help Suker win the golden boot award!"

"So, what exactly did you two talk about?" Faria asked curiously.

"You confronted Mourinho?"

Inside the villa, Kaka looked at Suker in astonishment.

Srna, who was beside him, showed a conflicted expression.

Suker looked at Srna and said, "Dario, what I'm about to say might make you uncomfortable. You can leave now!"

"I..." Srna pursed his lips.

He wanted to say he could handle it, but Mourinho was his mentor, and Suker was his good friend. He was in a difficult position caught between them.

"Go!" Suker waved his hand, "I understand, so just pretend you don't know!"

Srna was silent for a moment, then nodded, stood up, and left.

After Srna left, Kaka looked at Suker, "You sent Dario away. What do you want to say?"

Suker narrowed his eyes slightly, "It's time to speed things up!"

Huh?

Kaka immediately understood the meaning behind Suker's words.

Get rid of Mourinho!

Kaka said in surprise, "It's not that serious, is it?"

It was just a small friction!

Suker's face was solemn.

A small friction?

From Mourinho's methods all along, this guy is insatiable.

After the first probing, he would cause all sorts of problems.

Casillas is the best example.

The captain of Real Madrid has now largely been stripped of his voice in the locker room by Mourinho.

Before, Suker still maintained a somewhat detached attitude.

Moreover, he had a tiny bit of goodwill towards Mourinho.

But when Mourinho touched upon his interests, Suker decided he wouldn't tolerate it anymore.

Time and time again!

After this incident, Mourinho would continuously try to suppress Suker in various ways.

Now, this guy is also brimming with confidence!

Relying on the club's achievements, after suppressing Casillas, he has now turned his attention to suppressing him.

This is to ensure control over the locker room's discourse!

Of course, Mourinho's actions this time were more based on club interests and his own interests, not truly intending to suppress him.

But once this kind of thing happens, it will only escalate in the future.

"What do you plan to do?" Kaka asked.

Suker turned his head, "I will adhere to the ideological guidelines set by Mourinho as Head Coach!"

"What do you mean?" Kaka didn't understand.

Suker smiled.

He wanted Mourinho to know what it meant to shoot himself in the foot.

Of course, this cannot be accomplished in a short time.

It requires a period of precipitation, and when the conflict completely erupts, that will be the time for Suker to act.

After all, trying to remove a 'distinguished' Head Coach is not an easy task.

Anyway, what Suker currently wanted to get, he has already gotten.

This kind of thing needs to be pursued gradually.

"Let's take it slow!" Suker sighed.

Since the conflict cannot be resolved, then let the conflict accelerate and completely eliminate the opponent.

Mourinho's sudden change of mind surprised the Real Madrid players.

Especially Casillas, he looked at Suker in astonishment.

He had discussed with Mourinho many times, but they could never reach a consensus.

But Suker actually did it!

His heart was full of curiosity!

Soon, Mourinho changed the subject, and he began to preach his 'hatred theory' again.

Kill the opponent!

Words like 'completely wipe them out'.

Suker knew Mourinho had worked at Barcelona, but why did this guy hate Barcelona so much?

Even this hatred was not limited to himself, but was also spreading to his teammates.

Suker had also heard some circulating rumors.

It was said that during the European Cup Qualifiers, players from Real Madrid and players from Barcelona had conflicts during Spain National Team training.

And this conflict also made the relationship between former good friends Xavi and Casillas become delicate.

Before, the two were good friends, but after this conflict, they started to rarely speak to each other, even to the point of no verbal communication at all.

Casillas desperately resisted Mourinho, but in the end, he was trapped by Mourinho.

Mourinho's eloquence was undeniable.

A few speeches ignited everyone's fighting spirit and anger.

If Suker hadn't been clear that these things were an atmosphere deliberately guided by Mourinho, he too would have easily fallen into it.

It was another El Clásico.

The entire city of Barcelona was brewing with an atmosphere of impending war.

From the media to individuals, when asked who they hated the most, it was undoubtedly Real Madrid.

This was also the eruption of conflict after continuous friction and confrontation.

The out-of-control rate of the current El Clásico is gradually increasing, which also leads to the need for a large number of security personnel to be arranged for each match, even to the extent of special police maintaining order.

And before the match, when Real Madrid arrived in Barcelona, they were met with nothing but intense boos.

"Every time I come here, I feel so irritated!"

Pepe couldn't help but pull up the car curtain, blocking the Barcelona fan who was making an international gesture at him from view.

"You want applause here? Then you're thinking too much!" Carvalho shrugged.

Bale also pursed his lips.

Although the North London Derby also involved mutual hatred, it was far from reaching the level of the Spanish National Derby.

He felt as if he would be torn apart by these Barcelona fans if he were alone in Barcelona.

Their eyes were full of hatred!

Of course, it was the same situation when Real Madrid fans looked at Barcelona players.

This kind of thing has already deviated from the match itself.

Their conflict is even no longer limited to the field; it's the same off the field, even more excessive.

After arriving at the hotel, the Real Madrid players also gathered to chat.

"I really hate this atmosphere!"

"But there's no choice; it's an away game. Just bear with it!"

"So annoying! These guys don't stop for a moment!"

Looking through the window at the Barcelona fans gathered below, constantly using various words and insulting gestures, the Real Madrid players' hearts were naturally filled with indignation.

"Just make them shut up during the match!" Suker said.

After saying that, Suker looked at Alonso, "You should also try to secure a position in the National Team. We are the ones winning, so why use Barcelona's midfielders?"

In the Spain National Team, the midfield combination of Xavi + Iniesta + Busquets was also the starting lineup.

Fabregas also got a lot of playing opportunities.

In contrast, Alonso got very few opportunities.

"That's right, we are clearly the ones winning, but you can't get a starting spot..."

Others also spoke up for Alonso.

"No choice, Barcelona's midfield has a system, and I can't integrate into their system. Our coordination isn't that good either!" Alonso said this, but his expression carried a hint of dissatisfaction.

Clearly, he was also very unhappy.

He was clearly winning in the League and Champions League, but in the National Team, he was still suppressed by Xavi and Iniesta, which indeed made him very unhappy.

While everyone was chatting, Casillas frowned.

He felt that his teammates' hostility towards Barcelona players had intensified.

Had even Suker been brainwashed by Mourinho?

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Casillas interrupted, "Don't forget our goal."

Everyone smiled and said, "Help Suker win the golden boot award!"

On May 6th, 2011/2012 La Liga Season, Matchday 37, Barcelona home against Real Madrid.

Having secured the League title two rounds in advance, Real Madrid's entry into Camp Nou necessitated a guard of honor from Barcelona.

This was a sign of respect for the champions!

Despite their immense reluctance, Barcelona still adhered to tradition.

At Camp Nou, the entire stadium was filled with boos.

The Barcelona players spontaneously stood on both sides of the pitch, their faces showing unwillingness, but they collectively formed the guard of honor.

"According to La Liga tradition, the Barcelona players are forming a guard of honor to welcome the 2011/2012 League champions!"

González grinned.

It felt like these Barcelona players were bleeding internally!

They were already frustrated from losing the League and Champions League.

Now, they had to actively welcome Real Madrid, who were the La Liga champions; their vexation was imaginable.

As for the Real Madrid players, they wore smiles, shaking hands with the Barcelona players and entering the stadium with grins.

Only after the Real Madrid players entered did both teams line up.

The starting lineups for both sides were as follows:

Barcelona (4-4-2):

Goalkeeper: Valdes.

Defenders: Alves, Piqué, Puyol, Adriano.

Midfielders: Fabregas, Busquets, Xavi, Iniesta.

Forwards: Messi, Perero.

Real Madrid (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Casillas.

Defenders: Srna, Ramos, Pepe, Marcelo.

Midfielders: Granero, Kaka, Alonso.

Forwards: Bale, Benzema, Suker.

"Remember our objective for this match!" Puyol said sternly; "Under the premise of winning, help Leo get more goals! At the same time, we must try our best to limit Suker, help Leo narrow the goal difference, until he surpasses Suker!"

He didn't dare to say they could completely limit Suker, after all, no one had been able to solve that problem so far.

On the other side, Casillas also said in a deep voice: "Let's help Suker get more goals, widen the goal difference, until he wins the golden boot award!"

Both sides roared and went to their respective halves.

The match was about to begin.

It was another Spanish National Derby.

Although the champion had already been determined, due to the factors of the derby and the competition between Suker and Messi for the golden boot award, the excitement for this match was already very high.

Would Suker widen the gap, or would Messi be able to score more goals and overtake him?

The Barcelona fans at the stadium cheered loudly, and the match was on the verge of breaking out.

Suker kept jumping, his face full of solemnity.

A season's worth of effort could not be wasted here.

The gap wasn't too wide, Messi still had a chance to reverse it.

But Suker wouldn't give him that chance.

At the same time, Messi's expression was also solemn.

Since Suker transferred to Real Madrid, his situation had become increasingly worse.

Media comparisons were one aspect, and Suker's suppression in matches was another.

He couldn't admit that he was inferior to Suker, so he could only strive through his performance in matches.

And this season was the best opportunity.

He had reached his peak form, and he was determined to defeat Suker here.

If he failed here, he didn't know how he would ever defeat Suker.

In the first half, Real Madrid kicked off first.

Suker stepped on the ball, and as the whistle blew, he immediately kicked off.

After Benzema completed the back pass, they quickly ran forward.

At the same time, the Barcelona players also fiercely charged forward, wanting to interfere with Real Madrid.

The intense confrontation began!

Barcelona's pressing was very aggressive, and the confrontation was extremely intense.

They were actively seeking confrontation, and Real Madrid was no different.

In the successive confrontations and frictions, the anger in their hearts gradually rose.

Bang!

The ball was passed to Suker's feet. As soon as Suker stopped the ball, Busquets came close, using both hands to push Suker's waist, continuously pulling and pushing to disrupt Suker's balance.

But Suker lowered his center of gravity, stabilized himself, and protected the ball with his feet.

However, he couldn't withstand Barcelona's multi-player pressing.

When Suker was forced into the corner, Fabregas pushed Suker even harder, directly pushing Suker off the field.

"You bastard!"

Alonso immediately rushed over, forcefully pushing Fabregas, directly knocking Fabregas down.

Xavi came to mediate, and Alonso pushed Xavi again.

"Who are you to play the good guy?"

Xavi was stunned for a moment.

His relationship with Alonso wasn't good, but he didn't expect it to reach the point of arguing.

He thought he could persuade Alonso, but he was pushed and verbally abused by this guy.

Immediately, Xavi was not having it.

But at this moment, an intense whistle blew.

The Referee ran over, immediately stopping the friction between the two sides. He gave Fabregas a yellow card and verbally warned Alonso.

"Calm down! Be smart! Don't let me keep an eye on you!" The Referee warned Alonso.

Alonso left indignantly.

In fact, during their conversation yesterday, his inner dissatisfaction had indeed been stirred up.

Suker was right!

They were the ones winning, so why were the Barcelona players the mainstays in the National Team?

And he had to sit on the bench!

"Are you okay!"

Kaka helped Suker up.

After Suker stood up, he brushed off the grass from his body.

He could feel that the tension was growing stronger.

"Let's continue!" Suker said.

This match could ignite conflict, but the most crucial thing was to score goals.

In the recent probing, Suker could feel that Barcelona's restriction on him had escalated to the point of fouling.

In other words, even if it meant fouling, they wouldn't let Suker score.

The meaning of winning or losing was no longer significant, as the champion had already been decided.

Therefore, Barcelona wanted to prevent Suker from scoring as much as possible; others could score, but Suker couldn't.

At the same time, Messi needed to score more goals.

Real Madrid's idea was similar: Messi couldn't score, and Suker needed to score more.

In this situation, Suker and Messi became the targets that the opposing defenders had to focus on.

At the same time, the number of times they were fouled also increased significantly.

Almost every five minutes or so, Suker and Messi would go down once.

And when they appeared in dangerous areas, there would be at least three people around to interfere.

"Damn it!"

Messi was tackled by Pepe and Alonso, and the ball was stolen.

He was a bit anxious, eager to score, but Real Madrid's interference was too great.

Suker was also facing the same situation.

Dribbling and breaking through were completely ineffective.

Because the opponents were just focused on tackling him!

"I need to change my approach!"

Suker couldn't help but sigh.

Sticking to the ball, having too many touches was useless!

He couldn't advance at all; he needed to reduce touches and launch a fatal blow.

Thinking of this, Suker immediately switched cards!

'Inzaghi blesses!'

Suker no longer held the ball, constantly making various runs and movements in the front field.

This made the Barcelona players even more headaches.

They knew very well that Real Madrid would look for opportunities to pass to Suker, but they couldn't completely allow other Real Madrid players, besides Suker, to advance freely.

On one hand, they had to keep an eye on Suker's runs, and on the other hand, they had to restrict Real Madrid's advance.

The situation became even more difficult.

Guardiola watched Suker's runs from the sidelines, and from that external perspective, he was even more alarmed.

Every one of Suker's runs was a deliberate attempt to break free.

Moreover, it was a sudden forward run while his teammates attracted defensive attention.

Fortunately, the Barcelona defenders still had enough stamina and concentration, so they could intercept and prevent the ball from penetrating.

But as the match progressed, both stamina and concentration would decline.

At that time, Suker's type of runs and forward movements would pose a great threat.

Guardiola frowned; he found it somewhat hard to accept.

This guy's style had changed too much, and the span was very wide.

It was as if he had integrated players of different styles!

He could play like Ronaldinho.

He could also make forward runs like Inzaghi!

Just like at the beginning of this season, Suker's five goals in the match against Atletico Madrid each displayed a different style.

And now, this guy was starting to do it again!

"We must help Messi score as soon as possible!" Guardiola clenched his fist forcefully!

Delaying would only make it more dangerous!