Revenge Huaguo football, assisting Ronaldo in the World Cup

Lussel Stadium, Peripheral Entrance Plaza.

The "Brother Refund" who has left a strong impression on the hearts of Chinese fans is holding the hands of his lover and children, waiting in line to enter the stadium together.

The long line did not stop for a moment. There was a slight gap in front, and the fans rushed forward, looking forward to the Lusail Stadium.

"Father, there are so many people today~"

"Yes, my little one, because everyone can't wait to go in and wait for the 'Battle of the Gods' to start~"

The irritable old man who used to be a "bad horse, refund the money" has faded away from the edges and corners of the past, and his tone of voice is unusually gentle.

"Isn't Clash of the Gods a movie? How can a ball game be 'Clash of the Gods'! Dad?"

Wearing a small version of the blue and white Argentine uniform on a five or six-year-old child, he looks very lively and cute.

"Because this game, this World Cup, has carried too many people's memories, and too many heroes have fallen on the field, so it is called the 'Battle of the Gods'."

"Who are some of the heroes, Dad?"

The little guy started asking questions endlessly, but Brother Tuqian is used to it, and he likes the child's innocent thirst for knowledge very much.

"There are too many heroes, Dad can only tell you a few that you know, the rest will have to wait for you to discover later, okay?"

The little guy raised his head, bit his finger and thought.

"Then Dad, how many heroes do you know? If there are too few, how can I have the nerve to tell my friends?"

Brother Tuiqian was about to be turned into a bud by him. He rubbed his little head and said with a smile:

"Let's think about it, one, two...six, Dad seems to only be able to recall six heroes on the field for the time being, I wonder if it's enough for you to tell stories with your friends?"

Seeing his expectant eyes, Brother Tuqian laughed again.

"Uruguay had a hero and many fans remember him for biting and handball."

"Why do heroes still bite, Dad?"

Brother Tuiqian smiled wryly: "If you interrupt Dad like this, then Dad won't be able to tell you stories about heroes."

The little guy covered his mouth with his other hand, signaling that he would not ask any more questions.

He wanted to hear the stories of the heroes, and then share them with his friends, so he made up his mind not to ask any questions now.

"But when Suarez played for a great club called Barcelona, ​​he was an undisputed world-class player with his sharp attack and great nose on the pitch."

"However, he is 35 years old this year, and he is destined not to participate in the next World Cup."

"At the end of Uruguay's World Cup trip, the hero Suarez, nicknamed 'Su God', shed tears, and also left a tragic end to his World Cup journey."

Seeing that the little guy was still covering his mouth, Brother Tuqian smiled and continued.

"The following is a Polish hero, his name is Lewandowski."

"He is the Polish striker who once set a record of scoring 9 goals in 5 minutes! When Dad took you to play football, you know how difficult it is to score goals, right?"

The little guy nodded quickly, and was about to answer aloud, but immediately remembered his little abacus, and restrained himself from making a sound.

"It is such a hero. He is already 34 years old. It is not easy to participate in this World Cup at an advanced age."

"By the time of the next World Cup, he will be 38 years old, and there is a high probability that he will not be able to participate again."

"However, although his journey to the World Cup was not perfect, the record he created is unprecedented, and there will be few others to come. It is enough for him to be recorded in football history."

Before returning money brother to continue talking, the little guy finally couldn't help it:

"Dad, Dad, I'm just asking a question here, and you can continue to tell me after I finish asking!"

"His record is unprecedented, but when I grow up, I must break his record. Dad, do you think I can do it?"

"Dad thinks you can!"

Brother Tuiqian didn't hesitate when he said this. The lover beside him looked at the father and son with eyes full of love.

"The third hero is named Modric. At the beginning, no one thought that the weak and small midfielder could grow into a midfielder in today's football."

"His passing, his long-range shooting, his physical fitness are almost perfect!"

"However, the master has come to an end. He is 37 years old this year. In this World Cup in Qatar, he was defeated by another hero from Argentina, but it is an honor to lose."

"Dad, is Messi the hero of Argentina? Isn't my jersey number 10?"

"My little cutie is so smart!"

"But his story will be told to you in detail when we enter the stadium, okay?"

As soon as Brother Qian Qian finished speaking, the little guy raised his head:

"You've told his story so many times, my ears are almost ringing, okay?"

As a loyal supporter of Messi, Brother Tuiqian has already trained his son to be a small fan of Messi.

"Also, Dad, don't talk about Ronaldo. I'll count. If you add Ronaldo and Messi, there are already five heroes. Who is the last one, Dad."

"Ma'er, have you forgotten? His father also told you a lot~"

The little guy became excited in an instant: "Dad, don't talk about it, let me tell you, Xiao Ming has told him so many times."

After saying this, the little guy raised his right hand, put his left hand on his hips, and looked forward in contempt.

"At that time, he was known as a samba dancer because of his ability to hold the ball so well; now, he is making a comeback, vowing to complete the journey of transcendence!"

"Dad, am I right, Dad?"

"All right!"

"But there are still many stories about him, just like his goals, which are as vivid in the hearts of fans as yesterday, but he is also no match for time."

"Perhaps dejection is the final destination of the dancer. At this time, he has fallen on the road beyond his dream. Before the sword is sheathed, he has already shed tears in the green shade. It is sad and lamentable."

The family of three finally walked into the Lusail Stadium and came to their own stands. The players from Portugal and Argentina had already started warming up on the field.

"Dad, Dad, look, it's Ronaldo and Messi!"

"I saw it, I saw it at first sight."

On the big screen in the arena, Ronaldo, wearing the red jersey No. 7, and Messi, wearing the blue and white No. 10 jersey, smiled and hugged each other in the camera.

Seeing this scene, the Lusail Stadium was boiling. Regardless of the viewing area of ​​the two sides, they were directly ignited by this scene, and the frenzied atmosphere swept everyone in an instant.

"Yuqin! It's Yuqin! Dad, look, Yuqin is hugging Messi!"

"Dad, who do you think will win this game!"

"As a fan of Messi and Argentina, of course my father supported Messi to win the game."

"Then what about Yuqin? Dad, didn't you say that he is the future hope of Huaguo football?"

"But from a personal point of view, Dad sincerely hopes that Yuqin can win the championship trophy in Qatar."

"Our country really needs a world-class football superstar..."