Faria looked very uneasy; he was too nervous.

Mourinho's suspension meant he had to take on the head coach's duties. He had to face off against Guardiola!

But how could he be Guardiola's match? This put immense pressure on him.

Since arriving in Barcelona, Faria had lost his appetite and seemed somewhat depressed.

The pressure was too great!

If they lost the match because of him, missing out on the fourth title, he would die of guilt.

"Hey! Faria, relax!"

Mourinho patted Faria's shoulder.

Faria turned his head and said gloomily; "Your big mouth is the problem. Would you die if you talked less? You get suspended, and I have to bear the pressure. Believe me, I'll quit if this continues?"

Hearing Faria's full of resentment, Mourinho also felt awkward.

He didn't expect the Spanish Football Federation to be so petty.

He just made a casual comment online, and they suspended him directly.

Mourinho forced a dry laugh.

"Buddy, I trust your ability. Besides, I'll be with you all the way!"

Faria said dissatisfied; "How will you be with me? You're suspended. What about strategy? What about substitutions? I have no idea! If it really comes to it, I'll just stack defenders and defend for 90 minutes!"

Seeing Faria's somewhat desperate attitude, Mourinho quickly said; "Hey! Buddy, you need to calm down. I said I'll be with you. In fact, I've already bought a seat in the Barcelona stands through a scalper, right behind the coaching bench. I'll pass you notes!"

Hearing this, Faria's eyes lit up.

But soon, he exclaimed; "You're going to the away stands? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

Due to Mourinho's constant hate speech, Barcelona fans now wished they could tear Mourinho apart.

There were even reports of Barcelona extremists caught near Mourinho's previous residence planning trouble, forcing Mourinho to change住所 (residences).

Going to the away stands in this situation, once discovered, Mourinho could really be beaten to death!

Mourinho also sighed inwardly.

There was no other way. The area behind the coaching bench was the home stand, full of Barcelona fans.

He could only disguise himself and blend in.

For this, he even hired a makeup artist.

After all, they couldn't lose this match.

He had to command the team!

Thinking of this, Mourinho couldn't help but curse inwardly; "Petty Spanish Football Federation!"

"The boss is going to the away stands to command the team?"

Srna looked stunned at Carvalho.

Carvalho also said helplessly: "I overheard Faria and the boss talking. I didn't expect him to take such a big risk for this match!"

Listening to them, Suker couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

That's so you, Mourinho!If you searched for 'manager's dramatic moves' on the internet, 80% would be Mourinho.

Instant face changes, rushing onto the pitch to tackle players, openly watching the opponent's tactical setup... this guy is definitely a unique character in the coaching world.

If another coach did this, Suker might be very surprised, even shocked.

But Mourinho...

This guy would really do this!

After all, back in 2005, Mourinho's first season at Chelsea, he was banned from approaching the pitch due to pre-match comments. To evade UEFA's punishment, Mourinho hid in a laundry basket to sneak into the dressing room.

So, this guy would really sneak into the opponent's stands!

The next day, around 3 PM.

Mourinho disguised himself.

He wore a ponytail wig, sunglasses, and a stick-on mustache, taking the metro to Camp Nou.

Mourinho didn't enter the stadium directly. Instead, he bought a Barcelona No. 10 jersey from a merchandise shop and put it on. After thinking, he also bought a scarf, then boldly blended into the Barcelona fan section, raising his hands and marching towards Camp Nou with them.

The Real Madrid team bus was heading towards Camp Nou. On the bus, the players were also discussing Mourinho.

"The boss should have sneaked in by now, right?"

"Is he really going to the away stands? That's insane!"

"If he's discovered, he could really be killed!"

"Hey! Let's try to act normal. Even if we see him, pretend we didn't."

The Real Madrid players were all exclaiming in amazement.

Mourinho was really going all out!

Suker didn't know whether to laugh or cry. If this guy just talked less, none of this would happen.

But...

Suker leaned into the aisle and said to Casillas beside him; "You won't report the coach, right?"

Casillas was stunned.

Hearing this, Srna and others looked over nervously.

Recently, the relationship between Mourinho and the Spanish contingent had been worsening.

If Casillas was ruthless, he could indeed report Mourinho through channels, and then Mourinho would be finished.

"What are you all thinking!" Casillas said irritably; "We have conflicts, but he is still our head coach. I wouldn't do such a thing."

"Besides..."

Casillas paused and sighed: "He is, after all, taking this risk for our fourth title!"

Suker nodded, but looking at his teammates tragic yet heroic expressions... So, what exactly are you all getting emotional about?

Camp Nou.

Warm-up session.

Real Madrid players entered the pitch amidst intense boos.

However, as they walked onto the pitch, their eyes kept wandering over the stands.

A few key points.

Stands behind the coaching bench, disguised, first row!

They immediately spotted Mourinho.

Amid the crowd angrily cursing at them, a big man with a wig and a beard sat quietly, hard to miss.

"Don't look! Don't look!"

Faria urged nervously; "Go warm up!"

In the stands, Mourinho crossed his arms.

Saying he wasn't nervous would be a lie!

After all, he was surrounded by enemies!

And these guys were all cursing, looking fierce, ready to tear someone apart.

If not for the fully equipped police in front, these guys would definitely charge onto the pitch.

At this moment, Mourinho couldn't help but think.

"If I'm discovered and ask the police for help, will they save me?"

Mourinho didn't dare guarantee.

After all, these were Barcelona police!

With evil intentions, they might ignore it or pretend to make a mistake, pushing him into the fans.

So...he must absolutely not be discovered!

"Hey! Beard! Are you new?"

A fierce-looking Barcelona fan with a tough-looking face, bare belly, turned and said to Mourinho.

Mourinho tilted his head.

He didn't understand Catalan very well!

Mourinho said calmly; "I'm British, but I'm a Barcelona fan. This is my first time watching a match!"

Mourinho used the simplest words possible.

He prayed this big guy understood but couldn't speak...

"Oh~~ So you're new!"

The big guy said in perfect English, then laughed loudly, turned around, and shouted: "We have a newcomer in our stand!"

Hearing this, with a swish, numerous eyes focused on Mourinho.

Mourinho felt like sitting on pins and needles his heart pounding, but he could only pretend to be calm.

The big guy hooked his arm around Mourinho's shoulder, laughing; "Hey! Newcomer, you can't be like this. You're in the front row of the group. Since you're here, you also have to fulfill your duties!"

Mourinho sighed inwardly. Ultimately, he couldn't avoid it.

He slowly stood up; "What should I do?"

The big guy grinned fiercely.

"Of course..."

On the pitch, the warm-up session ended. Real Madrid players prepared to leave and head towards the tunnel.

At that moment, intense curses erupted.

"Dog XXX Mourinho!!!—"

Suker couldn't help but turn to look.

He saw the boiling crowd.

He also saw Mourinho, amidst the crowd, arm in arm with others, loudly cursing himself.

Suker was somewhat stunned.

"Really... fucking incredible!"

"Alright, lads, we can't let other things affect our state." Faria said slowly: "This is a match about our fourth title. Let's maintain our previous form and win this match!"

Mourinho had already made arrangements before the match, so the starting lineup and preparations were complete.

But Mourinho was still worried, hence he risked going to the away stands.

Soon, players from both teams gathered in the tunnel.

Barcelona players looked serious.

Clearly, they wanted revenge at home.

For Real Madrid, they had to ensure at least a draw in this match to secure victory and their fourth title.

Soon, players from both teams entered the pitch.

The starting lineups were as follows:

Barcelona (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Valdés

Defenders: Alves, Puyol, Piqué, Abidal

Midfielders: Xavi, Busquets, Fàbregas

Forwards: Messi, Villa, Iniesta

Real Madrid (4-3-3):

Goalkeeper: Casillas

Defenders: Srna, Ramos, Pepe, Marcelo

Midfielders: Khedira, Alonso, Kaka

Forwards: Bale, Benzema, Suker

"This is the second leg of the 2011/2012 Spanish Super Cup, Barcelona hosting Real Madrid!"

"After this match, the winner of the Spanish Super Cup will be decided. Will Real Madrid lift their fourth title, or will Barcelona get their revenge?"

"We can see Guardiola on the pitch, his expression extremely serious. In recent seasons, Guardiola's team has performed poorly against Real Madrid, drawing much criticism. Can he handle the pressure?"

"And on Real Madrid's bench, assistant coach Faria is performing the head coach duties. Real Madrid's head coach Mourinho was banned from the bench by the Spanish Football Federation due to pre-match inflammatory comments. Can Real Madrid, without their head coach, successfully defeat Barcelona? Let's wait and see!"

By now, players from both teams had entered the pitch and completed the pre-match ceremonies.

Intense boos surged.

Players from both teams went to their respective halves.

Real Madrid kicked off the first half.

Suker and Benzema stood in the center circle waiting for kickoff.

Barcelona was closely guarding.

The referee made final confirmations with both goalkeepers before slowly retreating from the center circle and blowing the whistle.

Beeep!

Under the sharp whistle, Real Madrid kicked off.

Suker passed the ball and immediately ran forward into the half.

He positioned himself on the wing, giving Kaka enough space, but also observed Barcelona's movements.

Sure enough, Barcelona continued using the same tactic from the previous match, still targeting Kaka.

But this time, Real Madrid had a countermeasure.

Kaka immediately passed the ball back. Barcelona players pressed forward fiercely.

Srna and Alonso stayed in positions where they could respond at any time, using one-touch passes and three-touch movements to keep passing the ball.

When the ball reached Srna, Iniesta stretched his leg towards the wing, attempting an interception.

In the previous match, Srna had twice found Bale upfront with long passes down the wing.

But this time, Srna didn't pass that way. Instead, he pulled the ball sideways and actually passed it diagonally to Kaka upfront.

Real Madrid successfully moved the ball out from the back.

In the stands, Mourinho nodded slightly.

Srna's performance was still steady, worthy of his careful teaching and entrusted player.

The hardest thing about dealing with this type of playmaking full-back was that he operated in his own half, using numerical superiority to apply pressure.

He could even help Kaka escape targeted pressure, as now.

However, Barcelona wasn't too flustered.

After all, these were elements from the previous match. Both Real Madrid and Barcelona had made adjustments and countermeasures.

This was just a probing phase!

Slap!

Mourinho's back stung with pain.

The big guy beside him shouted; "Hey! Newcomer, what are you doing? Start shouting! The stands are our battlefield!"

'Damn Barcelona!'

Mourinho cursed inwardly but still stood up.

No choice!

When in Rome, do as the Romans do!

As time passed, the probing phase ended for both sides.

After the 10-minute mark, both sides officially started exerting force.

First, Messi and Iniesta drifted inside, using exquisite footwork and quick, cohesive passing to try and penetrate Real Madrid's defense.

But Real Madrid's defensive coordination was excellent. Every time pressure was applied, it came from two players together.

Barcelona passed and passed, almost losing the ball.

Finally, Villa took a shot with unstable body balance.

The ball flew high into the stands.

After Barcelona's attack ended, Real Madrid quickly launched their own.

Compared to Barcelona's penetrative attacks, Real Madrid's offense was simpler.

Using the wingers' speed to overpower your full-backs.

Both Abidal and Alves seemed to struggle.

Their movements looked somewhat stiff.

"Coincidence?"

Mourinho noticed this.

He decided to observe further.

In the 16th minute, during an attack, Suker performed consecutive feints and changes of direction. Alves swayed left and right, his body looking even stiffer.

Just as Suker prepared to cut inside and accelerate,

Alves charged into him. Suker was knocked down.

"Hey!"

Suker raised his hand, signaling a foul.

But the referee crossed his arms, indicating no foul, play on.

When Barcelona attacked, Real Madrid players quickly retreated to support.

At this moment, Mourinho also lowered his head in thought.

Not a coincidence!

Alves and Abidal's form seemed poor; their bodies were somewhat stiff.

They should apply more pressure on the wings. This might break the deadlock earlier.

Thinking this, Mourinho took advantage of the fans focusing on the pitch, took out paper and pen from his pocket, and quickly wrote.

Mourinho crumpled the paper in his hand and slowly stood up.

"Real Madrid fools!!"

Mourinho suddenly shouted: "That curly-haired guy in front, yes, you, where are you looking? I'm cursing you, #￥%%@@#￥￥"

'Curly-haired' was the code word Mourinho and Faria agreed upon.

So, Faria turned to look at Mourinho and even walked over.

Seizing this opportunity, Mourinho threw the paper ball over, shouting; "Poor guy, you'll be taken down by us, we'll slit your throats, we'll kill you!"

Saying this, Mourinho even made a throat-slitting gesture.

Faria looked speechlessly at Mourinho's antics.

Turning this into a spat between a fan and the opposing coach.

"Hey! You're awesome, man!"

The big guy happily put his arm around Mourinho's shoulder.

"Right! That's the spirit! What's your name?"

Mourinho instinctively said: "Mu..."

He quickly stopped, then said seriously: "My name is Arsène!"

The big fan shouted; "Hey! Let's give the brave Arsène a round of applause~"

Clap clap clap clap clap!!

Mourinho lowered his head.

'This is utterly terrible!'

On the coaching bench, Faria returned to the dugout, sat down, and opened the paper ball.

"Full-backs overlap. Suker operates in the half-spaces and central areas. Bale and Srna coordinate well with forward runs!"

After confirming the message, Faria immediately ran to the touchline to direct the game.

With Mourinho's instructions, his confidence grew stronger.

On the field, Real Madrid players immediately received the instructions and quickly responded.

Suker also started moving into the half-spaces, while the two full-backs, Srna and Marcelo, also became active.

Instantly, Real Madrid's offensive pressure on both flanks intensified.

Guardiola frowned and pursed his lips.

"Tsk! Mourinho's assistant has a really sharp nose!"

After the previous match, Alves, perhaps suffering from some setback, had a dip in form.

Abidal had a recurrence of an old injury. Although not serious, he was wearing supportive tape.

He thought he could at least delay until the end of the first half.

He didn't expect to be discovered in less than 20 minutes.

But he had no choice!

Maxwell was injured!

There was really no one else to play full-back!

If Real Madrid kept up the pressure, it would force Guardiola to play three at the back again.