Through Fabregas's reaction, Fly knew that this guy still had lingering thoughts about Barcelona.
However, he didn't expose him. The most important thing now was tomorrow's match.
At least Fly was very clear that Fabregas wouldn't go easy on Barcelona, and that was enough.....
As for Cesc Fàbregas's future career plans, that was none of his business.
As the saying goes, if you want to stay, you're welcome; if you don't want to stay, have a good trip and goodbye...
Today's Arsenal is no longer the impoverished giant it once was, so poor it could only rely on lottery tickets and had gone six years without winning anything.
As the invincible team that swept the Premier League this season without rivals and defeated Dream Three Barça 6:3 in the first leg.
They will definitely become the desired destination for many players.
Furthermore, what Arsenal lacks least now is money. With money and good results, is there any fear of not being able to sign good players?
Just thinking about it tells you it's impossible.....
So, Fabregas is not that important for Arsenal's future anymore.
Of course, if Cesc Fàbregas chooses to stay, Fly would raise both hands in agreement.
After all, Fabregas's current immediate combat strength is also among the world's top five in his position. Except for those few freaks at Barcelona, basically no one can consistently suppress him.
If they really had to find someone to replace him, there wouldn't be anyone who could seamlessly take over in a short time.
So Fly still leans towards keeping Cesc Fàbregas.
Of course, the final outcome will depend on Fabregas's own choice.....
....
April 14th.
Match day arrived.
After experiencing another night of harassment from away fans, the entire Arsenal team even took a nap at noon on match day.
Fly learned from the first lesson and was well-prepared this time, wearing noise-canceling earmuffs while sleeping, so he wasn't affected.
Sitting on the team bus, feeling the endless noise outside the window, Fly entered a state of "meditation."
At this moment, his heart was extremely calm, as if it were just an ordinary match.
The twilight in Barcelona was exceptionally gentle. As the setting sun gilded the spires of the Sagrada Familia, the area around Camp Nou stadium had already converged into a sea of color.
More than a hundred thousand Barça fans were pouring in from all corners of the city, their red and blue scarves fluttering in the evening breeze, looking exactly like the restless waves of the Mediterranean Sea.
Shouts of "Força Barça!!!" rose and fell, mixed with the aroma of grilled sausages and the unique rolling 'r' sound of Spanish, fermenting in the warm spring breeze.
The ultras in the South Stand were setting up a giant tifo, a group of passionate Barcelona fans working tirelessly.
Against a dark blue background, Messi's silhouette carried a football flying towards the starry sky, with "La Gloria és Nostra (Glory is Ours)" written in Catalan below.
The youths on the scaffolding sang "El Cant del Barça," their voices passing through the iron fences, startling the pigeons perched on the lampposts.
The away fans' section presented a different scene.
Sparse red dots dotted the blue ocean, like drifting islands.
Twenty-three Arsenal loyalists held up a banner that read "Invincibles Never Die."
The middle-aged man leading them wore a 90s Bergkamp jersey and was leading everyone in singing "Hot Stuff" in a hoarse voice.
Their backpacks were adorned with Commemorative badge from Highbury Stadium, glistening slightly under the floodlights of Camp Nou.
Cameras in the media area were already set up. Carole Dearing from BBC Sport was adjusting her collar towards the camera:
"This is Camp Nou, where the second leg of the Champions League Round of 16 is about to kick off."
"Arsenal are visiting with a huge 6:3 advantage from the first leg, but everyone knows that Guardiola's team will never surrender easily... because they are the powerful Dream Three Barça!"
Behind her, a reporter from Marca was using a telephoto lens to capture the activity in the VIP box - Taylor Swift's red and white figure had just seated herself in the players' family section.
Coming to Camp Nou to watch the match this time, Taylor avoided Emma Watson's entanglement and chose to come alone to support her lover.
Still wearing the familiar Arsenal home jersey with the number 13 printed on it, Taylor felt the gazes cast from all directions and wore a look of composure.
After all, the appearance of an American pop diva at a Champions League match is headline news.
Even though everyone knew beforehand that Taylor was highly likely to appear at Camp Nou stadium, the event would still make headlines.
There was no way around it, who made her Taylor Swift?
If it weren't for the fact that this match featured two superstars, Messi and Fly, Taylor's personal traffic might have equaled that of the entire match.
"Would you like another sparkling water, Miss Swift?" the exclusive server in the VIP box quietly asked.
Taylor shook her head, her gaze fixed on the warm-up area by the pitch.
Arsenal players were doing shuttle runs, and Fly's number 13 jersey was particularly eye-catching in the setting sun.
His black hair was stuck to his temples with a little sweat, but the young man's graceful figure still drew glances from onlookers.....
Even staunch Barcelona supporters, upon seeing Fly, the super genius who had become famous worldwide in recent months, couldn't help but steal a few glances.
Not to mention that this goal machine had scored a hat-trick against their home team just last week.
6:3, this score, which was very glaring in the eyes of Barcelona fans today, was clearly reminding them that this guy named "Fly Adams" was not some overhyped nobody from the past.
He would really beat Barcelona!
Those fans who had initially just seen him as another Cristiano Ronaldo, after the painful loss in the last match, had completely realized Fly's strength and terror.
Perhaps out of habit, or perhaps fear, many Barcelona fans by the pitch started provoking Fly.
"Hey... kid, are you ready to be crushed in this match? The last match was just an accident. Today we'll show you what a 'Cosmic Team' is."
Hearing the provocations that had echoed in his ears countless times this season, Fly just slightly raised his head and made a "6:3" gesture.
This action immediately caused the provoking Barcelona fans to curse loudly!
"Shit! Damn guy, you just got lucky and won one match, what's there to be proud of? Anyone who didn't know would think you've qualified....."
"Kid, you'll definitely be overturned in this match, I swear to god!"
"Léo will crush you, you mixed-race bastard....."
To these foul words, Fly responded uniformly with the "6:3" gesture.
His main point was, no matter what you say, I'm just a "6:3". If you don't like it, bite me!
Fly's extremely cheeky behavior completely infuriated the Barcelona fans at the stadium.
The match hadn't even officially started, and the boos from Barcelona fans were already echoing throughout the sky.
"Fly, you're too hateful....."
Fabregas, who was warming up nearby, saw this scene and couldn't help but say.
He wouldn't deliberately provoke Barcelona fans, after all, this was his former club, and Cesc Fàbregas had always considered Barcelona fans as "half his own people."
Now seeing Fly being so brazen, he subconsciously tried to persuade him.
Unexpectedly, just as Cesc Fàbregas finished speaking, the Barcelona fans immediately slapped him in the face.
"Cesc, you traitor, you betrayed Barcelona, you betrayed La Masia....."
"After this match, you'll cry and go home to your Mom like in past seasons, I swear!"
"Cesc, Arsenal will never be Barcelona's opponent, never!"
Hearing that the Barcelona fans were actually attacking him, a hint of awkwardness appeared on Fabregas's face.....
"See, Cesc, these fans are just foul-mouthed. Why be polite to them? Just shove the score right in their faces....."
Fly teased Fabregas with a smile, causing the latter to shake his head helplessly.
"Alright, Fly, maybe you're right....."
Although Fabregas wouldn't be as brazen as Fly, he also stopped speaking well of the Barcelona fans.
Since these people didn't appreciate kindness, he couldn't be bothered to be a good person.
Just then, a cheer suddenly erupted from the stands. It turned out that the Barcelona players had lined up and were coming out.
Messi walked at the front in his training kit, his boots making light sounds on the grass.
The fans at Camp Nou began to clap rhythmically, like waves hitting rocks, deep yet crisp.
Taylor noticed Fly stopped stretching and was looking towards Messi from a distance.
Putting aside the football field... The two football superstars had never met in public, but Fly's hat-trick in the first leg had already made this match transcend a simple team contest.
Compared to whether Barcelona or Arsenal would qualify, more people were actually focused on "who is stronger, Fly or Messi."
However, this situation was quite normal... After all, compared to the collective team, more people preferred to focus their attention on individual players.
Head-to-head clashes between players are sometimes more attention-grabbing than team confrontations.
"Taylor, do you mind taking a picture together?" A middle-aged man standing close to the VIP box handed over his phone, his cuff showing a Barça club crest cufflink, indicating his dual identity.
"Haha... I'm a fan of your music, you know, 'Love Story' is really great, I particularly like it."
The middle-aged man seemed to realize that Taylor had noticed his identity as a Barcelona fan and added with a chuckle.
"Thank you....."
Hearing this, Taylor smiled politely and turned sideways. The moment the camera focused, an extra girl appeared in the photo.
"This is my daughter, she's also a loyal fan of yours."
As soon as the middle-aged man finished speaking, the young girl who had entered the frame excitedly jumped up and down at Taylor:
"Oh my god, Taylor, I never thought I'd be this close to you one day. Thank god I can see my idol up close!"
After saying this, the girl had a timid expression and softly said:
"Taylor, I'm a Barcelona fan, I hope you don't get angry....."
Taylor smiled and shook her head at the girl, comforting her:
"Darling, I'm so happy you like me. Football is different from music. Liking my songs doesn't mean you have to like the team my lover plays for. They're separate things, you can't mix them up....."
"Really? That's great, Taylor, I knew you were the best woman in the world!"
The scene of Taylor interacting warmly with Barcelona fans in the VIP box was quickly broadcast to thousands of households through the cameras.
On the pitch, Fly leading the Arsenal players and Messi leading the Barcelona players were about to engage in a life-and-death battle.
In the stands, Fly's lover, Taylor Swift, was interacting warmly with Barcelona fans.
This scene, full of contrast, led many reporters to lament:
"Football is not life after all. It can only represent the pitch....."