legendary player [football]

Unsurprisingly, the best player of the game was Griezmann, who scored twice. He completed more than half of the French team's shots.The accomplishment of his teammates is one aspect, and his own efforts and dedication are the key.

Leo followed his teammates to thank the fans on the sidelines. They imitated the high-five of the Iceland team and interacted with the audience in the stands.The scene was in stark contrast to the angry and sad-looking German fans on the other side.

In fact, Leo was a bit unmotivated. Although his cold was cured, his cough recurred. After playing for more than 20 minutes, although he had tried his best to reduce his unnecessary running, he still felt a little short of breath. .

Although his running is not considered active, and his playing time is only equivalent to warming up his body, his presence is not strong, but no one can ignore his role.Although the two goals are not his assists, they are directly related to him.Especially for the second ball, if he hadn't spotted the pass error between Kimmich and Mustafi, he would not have missed Griezmann's follow-up shot if he succeeded in intercepting the ball without losing the opportunity.

When Leo returned to the bench, Didier Deschamps, his assistant and the team doctor all surrounded him and asked him how he was feeling, whether he was hypoxic or unwell, for fear that something wrong with him would affect the final in a few days.

Deschamps really regards him as a treasure now, good-looking and easy to use, his skills can be used as a surprise weapon to surprise opponents, he can organize in the midfield, and he can stand up and take on the entire team at critical times.He usually trains hard, never shows any signs of trouble, is self-disciplined and obedient to discipline, and has a good relationship with his teammates.Probably the only shortcoming is that he is too introverted and not good at dealing with the media.

Leo looked at Deschamps and gave a rare smile: "I said I could change the game, and I did."

Deschamps' usually serious face also pulled the corners of his mouth to show a smile, patted his head and cursed: "Go and see your data, in 10 minutes you ran less than 1000 meters."

Leo pretended to cough twice and told him: "Isn't this a special reason?"

Deschamps was rushing to the post-match press conference, so he didn't have time to argue with him, so he slapped him on the head again and hurried away with his assistant.

Leo looked up at the box, where his silly brother was waving his arms for his attention.He ran up to the stands and gave his dad a hug first. His dad smiled so hard that he couldn't see his teeth, kissed his face lightly, and whispered in his ear: "Baby, we are so proud of you, I, Mom, and brothers."

"Thank you, maybe I can do better." Leo let go of his father, and greeted Luka and Elias next to him with a hug.The two younger brothers are both in puberty, and they haven't seen each other for more than a month. They are much taller than he remembered, especially Luka, who has a tendency to surpass him.

Leo turned around and looked at Little Theo, who was looking up at him expectantly, and lifted him up: "Little guy, do you miss me?"

"I miss you every day, and mom misses you too, but she has to stay at home with grandma, so she can't watch the game with us."

"I miss you too." Leo kissed his little face, "Do you want to come to Paris to watch the final?"

But Zidane said next to him: "I can't, I promised a Spanish TV station to be a guest commentator for their live broadcast of the final. There is still a week of vacation, and we decided to go on vacation together, but I think you probably don't have time at that time .”

If there is no time, there is only one reason for the French team to win the championship. The whole team has to stay in the country to accept invitations from all parties and parade to celebrate.Leo nodded. Although such "no time" sounded good, his face was still calm: "Okay, then you have a good time."

"Although you performed well today, your physical condition is not right. You usually run very actively on the field, but today you are always standing there panting without the ball. Are you sick?" Zidane suddenly changed the subject and asked road.

Leo almost forgot that his father is also a head coach now, and he is very sensitive to every move of the players on the field.His uncharacteristic "being lazy" on the field today not only failed to escape the eyes of Deschamps, but also did not escape the eyes of his father at all.

"I have a cold, but it's already gone." Leo told the truth and didn't want to hide it from his father.

Zidane frowned and said nothing.Seeing that it was getting late, he told him a few words: "Take care of yourself, don't worry mom and me. It's getting late, I have to take the three of them back."

Luca turned back and blinked at him: "We must have a good chat when we get home."

Leo raised an eyebrow to his younger brother: "No problem."

He watched his dad and three younger brothers leave before returning to the tunnel.At this time, most of the players and accompanying staff from both sides have returned to the locker room. Only Griezmann, who had just participated in the post-match press conference, was blocked by a group of people in the mixed interview area.The scene looked chaotic like a vegetable market, but no security personnel came out to maintain order.The reporters asked more and more sharp questions one by one.

"How do you think your opponent played today"

Griezmann smiled and replied: "Very good."

"Do you think the French team won today because of referee factors"

Griezmann still had a smile on his face: ""

"Do you think the German team should have won today's game?"

Griezmann's smile froze on his face: ""

"Will the French team continue today's good luck in the final?"

The expression on Griezmann's face became more and more ugly, surrounded by a group of reporters with microphones.

Just when the reporters forced Xiaoge to nowhere and stood awkwardly at a loss, Leo appeared out of nowhere.He stood in front of Griezmann like a goalkeeper, silently confronting the reporter who was carrying a long gun and short cannon and kept taking pictures.

The reporters saw him appearing out of nowhere, thinking that this time they were lucky to be able to interview this "second-generation star" who had never avoided the media, and handed the microphone to him one after another.Leo's eyes swept over the people who tried to ask him questions one by one, but the reporters shut up involuntarily when they came into contact with his cold eyes.Watching helplessly as he pulled Griezmann out of the crowd and walked towards the locker room.

After walking around the corner, Griezmann let out a deep breath: "What kind of fucking questions are they asking, these reporters just want to make trouble."

"They haven't asked enough about what happened in the post-match press conference, so I want to stop you here to ask."

"The opposing coach said that they were the better team, and they lost to fate." Griezmann obviously hadn't recovered from the state of being besieged just now, and still patted his chest with lingering fear.

Leo walked in front, as if he simply asked a question, and didn't intend to comment on it.The two returned to the locker room one after the other, and there was no surprise that there were demons dancing around again.Pogba and Evra stood in the middle, Martial was holding a mobile phone aside, and others were booing in a circle.

Griezmann was dragged to the carnival by his teammates, and almost instantly forgot the unhappiness in the interview area just now, and naturally blended into the lively atmosphere of his teammates.

Leo didn't have his abilities, so he just sat silently while taking a pot of water, drinking while watching his teammates making noise.Almost as soon as his butt landed on the stool, the mobile phone in the bag next to him rang.This time is as accurate as pinching a stopwatch.

Leo took out the phone from his bag, found a relatively quiet place amidst the noise, and answered the phone with a joy and lightness that did not exist for Deschamps, his father, or Griezmann: "I did it. , I said I would wait for you at the Stade de France."

"Then congratulations." The voice over there couldn't hear the emotion, "I feel like a dream. If you hadn't always told me on the phone that you would wait for me in the finals, I don't think I could have persisted until now. .”

"You will." Leo was surprised that he could say such words. "With or without me, you will do as well as you are now. Portugal needs you. You have never been good because of anyone. Just because you are Cristiano Ronaldo."

Every time I was teased so unexpectedly, the serious tone of the speaker made the listener take a deep breath: "You think I will let you say that about the finals?"

"Why do you let me?" Although it was a surprised question, Leo's tone was not exaggerated, "I won't let you either. The Stade de France is a blessed place for the French team. Come here if you have the ability." Take the Delaunay Cup off our turf."

"Okay. You are not allowed to cry when the time comes."

Leo smiled lowly: "If there is such a time, I will change the place to make you cry."

After saying this, the two of them probably imagined some indescribable images together. There was a moment of silence, and the air on both sides of the phone became ambiguous.After a while, he sighed and said, "Little Leo, I miss you and want to see you."

Leo reminded him with a smile: "You can see me in three days."

That's what they said, but both of them knew in their hearts that the meeting three days later would definitely not be a gentle and charming scene, but a battle of life and death.

During these three days, the life of the two people can be described as very different.The French team was pushed to the center of the public opinion storm because of a semi-final, and every day was questioned, ridiculed and abused.In the hall on the first floor of the castle, there are piles of newspapers of all kinds, and no one will go through them manually.

On the other hand, in Portugal, life should not be too comfortable. Although the final is approaching, Luo feels that the burden on his shoulders and the depression in his heart have eased a lot.After training, I watched the news and took a walk with my teammates. It was like a vacation.Another thing that troubles him now is that his old left knee injury has a faint tendency to recur.The entire medical team surrounded him for several days. He only said that he must be allowed to play the final no matter what method is used, and the rest will be discussed later.

Coughing has also become a hidden worry in Leo's heart, and the team doctor can't do anything about it.Over-the-counter drugs have little effect, and he dare not give him hormone drugs, and no one can fool him in the urine test after the game.

In fact, he is recovering well, and this cough only occurs at night.But three days is too tight, not enough for his body to recover to its best condition.And during the game, as the body's oxygen consumption increases, his cough has become a hidden danger, and it will be even more troublesome if he develops asthma.

This is not alarmist. Asthma is actually an epidemic among professional athletes, but the incidence rate is different for different sports.

A team doctor proposed to give him a blood transfusion, which is actually a kind of autohemotherapy, which is to draw out his own venous blood and re-inject it under the skin, which has a good effect on certain immune system diseases.But this is also an illegal operation, and the risk is very high.Because this method will greatly increase the red blood cells in the blood in a short time, and then increase the oxygen carrying capacity of the blood, and the physical strength and explosive power will be improved in a short time.Although there is a big difference in operation between autohemotherapy and the use of blood transfusion to improve physical fitness, the principle is the same.Once detected by the anti-doping organization, it will be quite troublesome.

Leo was tired of seeing them all frowning all day long. They were all wrapped up like mummies and could play in the game. He couldn't overcome this little problem. Being able to survive, these minor injuries and illnesses are really nothing.But those memories seemed to have become something far, far away, and he couldn't think much about it.On the contrary, the childhood memories he had never experienced became more and more profound.

The Stade de France on the day of the final was like a big party scene.Just like the citizens of Paris flocked to this small town called Saint-Denis, coupled with a considerable number of Portuguese fans, the square outside the stadium was crowded.They held their national flags in their hands, wore home team jerseys and sang their national anthems like they were at a rave party.

When warming up before the game, Leo couldn't help but look to the other side of the court, but happened to meet the captain's gaze.He is a person who is particularly sensitive to eyes. The moment his eyes met, he realized that Luo's eyes were wrong, and the aggressiveness and aggression in those eyes almost turned into substance.

Leo felt that even if they were opponents tonight and met in the final of the European Cup, he shouldn't look at him like that.

After the simple field training, the two sides returned to the locker room, and the grand closing ceremony began outside. Stars from all walks of life appeared on the stage one after another, using this grand event that occurs every four years to show themselves to the fullest.

Leo couldn't figure out why Luo looked at him like that. His teammates were in the locker room picking out equipment for the game. He wanted to find a quiet place to stay alone.As soon as he reached a corner where no one was around, he felt someone pushing him hard from behind.

He had already noticed that person when he followed him, and he ignored it just because he knew who it was.

Leo turned around and saw the familiar face without any surprise.

Without further ado, the president kissed her viciously. It was a rough kiss that didn't last long.Leo didn't speak, didn't respond or resist, and looked at him calmly.The other party slightly distanced the two of them, but they were still very close, breathing entangled with each other, and they were both panting heavily.

I haven't seen him for many days, this scene really surprised Leo.

Luo narrowed his eyes, patted the hand holding his face twice, and then said softly: "Little guy, you pissed me off."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away without waiting for Leo to give him a response.

Leo doesn't know where I provoked him again. He was fine on the phone a few days ago. What's wrong with him today?

Or maybe it's just a tactic to disrupt the morale of troops before a fight

Leo immediately denied this flash of thought, it was not Luo's style he knew.

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