[Football] Crown of Thorns

When the final buzzer sounded, Gama was lying on the grass, panting rapidly, looking up at the sky.

Of the four games played before, two of them were played in the rain, but today is a good weather, the sky is clear, and it is a suitable weather for sitting with friends, having a light drink, chatting and enjoying while being slightly drunk—and he is now fully dressed. Lying on the ground covered in sweat, with puckered eyes, heaving chest and panting like a cow, the defeated general is unspeakably brave.

"Shiko!"

There was a shadow covering him above his head, and Jia Ma rolled his eyes numbly.

Someone stretched out his hand, "Get up!"

Raising his hand to let someone pull him up, Ronaldo hugged him and patted his back, "I want to thank the fans."

"Oh!"

Jia Ma was in a daze, and after a while, he nodded slowly.

Ronaldo took him to the stands where the Portuguese fans gathered.

Fans wearing national flags, fans covering their faces and crying, Gama, who was bent over and bowed together under the captain's back, just followed the captain's command in a numb manner, and then entered the locker room, he was stuffed After getting into the shower and pouring hot water down on him, Jia Ma finally came to his senses.

"Awake?"

Under the shower next to him, Ronaldo and his captain looked at him with bright eyes.

For some reason, Jia Ma suddenly felt his nose sour and blushed, "...Thank you!"

"It's okay, who made this your first time!"

...Why does this sound so strange!

Gama froze and began to pull his jersey. The captain actually stuffed him into the bathroom without taking off his shoes. Now, the jersey, shorts and sneakers stuck to his body were soaked and hard to take off, okay? good.

Then, poor Jia Ma struggled to pull on his equipment in the crowd of his teammates.

Someone whistled, "Xiko, you have a good figure!"

Inexplicably, Jia Ma blushed even more with his green-skinned old cucumber flesh. He turned his head and asked Ronaldo facing the wall.

"Captain, you didn't go to the press conference."

"I don't want to go."

Although looking at the spirit, Ronaldo is not in a high mood, which is natural. Whoever loses the game will be in good spirits, let alone this is the World Cup, they were eliminated.

"Then, Captain, are you crying?"

Thinking of the news and pictures about Ronaldo who loves to cry, Gama asked curiously.

Unexpectedly, someone on the other side suddenly laughed out loud, "Of course I cried!"

You can tell it's Pepe just by hearing the voice.

"Asshole, you idiot who got sent off again with a red card."

Ronaldo turned his head and yelled loudly at Pepe.

Listening to their sarcasm, Gama's mood gradually improved—he thought he was an outsider here, and he didn't devote himself wholeheartedly to the environment of the Portuguese national team, but he didn't expect that After losing the game, he would be so sad - he lowered his head and rubbed the jersey he took off, then flushed the soaked sneakers, and Gama walked out of the bathroom.

Throwing the soaked jersey and shoes on the chair, taking out a towel to wipe the water, Gama turned his gaze to the TV in the locker room.

On the TV, there were scenes of excited Dutch fans and replays of goals.

"Don't look at it."

Thiago sighed.

"World Cup!"

Jia Ma muttered, changed into a clean team uniform, and sighed faintly.

…………

"Ugly game!"

"This is an incomprehensible game!"

"Victory only!"

"C Ronaldo, the Portuguese team alone!"

…………

The headlines and all kinds of exaggerated statements from various media after the game were pushed on them for free.

Looking at these comments, Jia Ma felt that if he was ridiculed like this, his liver would probably be broken, but seeing the teammates around him, drinking water, eating, listening to music and chatting, it seemed that these did not exist.

It still looks like a fool.

Although Tian+chao over there is gross enough to make you nauseous when you tout people, but it is also hurtful enough when you swear, but let alone enter the quarterfinals, as long as you can enter the World Cup finals, you can become a god in China.

So this is the difference between a big football country and a weak football country!

Gama, who smiled wryly, laughed at himself twice, and turned the page in front of him—"Xiko, don't look at it, show me how this photo was taken?"

Coentraon tugged at him.

Jia Ma was speechless, "Do you still have the energy to take selfies?"

"Then what do you want?"

Cohen, who was still lifeless yesterday, is smiling normally today, as if I just fell asleep yesterday and nothing happened. This self-regulation is too fast!

"Tsk Chico, you are so simple."

On the other side, Veloso handed over a newspaper, "Look at this."

Gama took it over and looked down. He couldn't help but read aloud, "I think the mental state of the players at a certain moment in the game can often determine the success or failure of the game, so the Dutch team did not underestimate the enemy... The fans in the Netherlands are very happy now, It does look good. But beating Portugal doesn't mean beating Uruguay in the next final. I always tell my players that to become world champions, you can't relax for a moment on the football field. Concentrate Concentration is more important than playing good-looking football," Gama looked up at Veloso after reading this.

Veloso raised his chin, "Continue."

"It doesn't matter whether the game is good or not, the important thing is that we won. Although our team may not play well, our skills are not good, the speed is not fast, the stature is not high, and the shooting skills are average, but we will never give up and never give up. The playing style and fighting spirit of admitting defeat are the most important."

"Ha, what Van Marwijk said is true enough."

Coentrane curled his lips.

Gama glanced at him and continued to read, "Dukit himself said that our style of play has never won by looking good, but practical. In my opinion, unsightly goals and beautiful goals are the same. As long as it brings victory to the team, as long as the ball is not put in the goal with the hands, it is a good goal."

Many teammates burst out laughing when they heard the Jiama Nianbao.

Du Da's face turned green, "...can I not have to go back to China?"

Alves, who was sitting with him, chuckled, "Okay, you can go directly to Spain and never return home."

Du Da, who plays for the Malaga club in La Liga, lay down on the small table in front of him, "God!"

Although everyone was very upset after losing, but seeing Duda, who was worse than them, everyone felt relaxed.

Well, this person just feels comfortable seeing someone worse than you.

"Seko, there is actually a way to divert the fans' goals." Gama smiled and blinked, "You are a handsome guy. You know that a player who can be called a handsome guy has a very promising future." .”

"so?"

Coentraan asked in a particularly cooperative manner.

"Come on, just take two photos of dew + point of apology."

Jia Ma quickly took out his phone and pointed it at Du Da who was grimacing.

The teammates on the side started booing, and the waiting room suddenly became lively.

Duda pulled his coat, resolutely not letting his teammates strip him naked, but what happens when one person fights against a group of people...

"Come on, turn around. Yes, put your hands on it."

It seems that everyone found the joy of venting their failure emotions from bullying Duda, pulling Duda into various poses, and taking pictures of each other.

Duda, who made a mistake, clutched his chest—the unscrupulous teammates only left him a small underwear—"You, you..."

Teammates: Obediently let us shoot, if you shoot to make the fans happy, I will spare you!

Finally, everyone who had had enough photos began to forward Du Da's apology photos one after another. Du Da, who was thrown away, faced these unconscionable teammates: huh~~

The little teammate still had a little conscience, so Jia Ma threw the clothes over to him, "Don't catch a cold, otherwise you won't be able to treat us to dinner when you go back."

"Actually, it doesn't matter. He can go home as long as he keeps his credit card."

Alves said.

"Yeah, so it can still be like this!"

Gama clapped his hands, admitting that he hadn't thought of that.

Duda: Bruno, you are too bad a boy! ! !

Due to scheduling problems, the Portuguese national team waited at the airport for more than an hour before they could wait for their plane.

The reason turned out to be that there was a mistake in takeoff and landing at the airport, which delayed their flight.

Hearing that the staff came to tell them the news, the players who were a little bored had no choice but to continue to find something to pass the time.

At this moment, Deco, who had been silent all this time, stood up.

As a veteran of the team, Deco has not been able to play since he was injured in the group stage. Of course, this is also related to the outstanding performance of Thiago, who gave him a substitute.

"Everyone, listen to me for a few words."

Deco, who usually has a gentle and polite temper, looked around at his teammates who turned to him—this waiting room was full of players and staff from the Portuguese national team, and there were no outsiders—“It’s like this, Deco cleared his throat, "This is the last time I play for the national team..."

After the Dutch team defeated Portugal 2-1, the 32-year-old Deco officially announced his retirement from the Portuguese team.

When they left South Africa and were still on the plane, the official website of the Portuguese Football Association had already published an announcement entitled "Deco Confirms Farewell".

"... Deco confirmed that this is his last game for Portugal. During his seven years with the Portuguese team, he scored 75 goals in 5 appearances for the team. Thank you for everything he has done for the national team, thank you!"

On March 2003, 3, Deco played for the Portuguese team for the first time against his native Brazil.

这场比赛中德科利用任意球破门，帮助葡萄牙2-1击败巴西。接下来德科跟随葡萄牙队取得了一系列的成功，2004年欧锦赛亚军、2006年世界杯第4、2008年欧锦赛8强，以及本届世界杯的8强。

Deco had intended to end with a brilliant victory.However, due to an injury in the game against Côte d'Ivoire, Deco was unable to play in Portugal's next game, and could only regretfully end his career in the Portuguese national team.

When everyone returned to Lisbon Airport, they saw Deco’s announcement on his personal webpage on their mobile phones after they turned on the phone:

"Unfortunately, due to personal reasons, I will not play for Portugal anymore. I will always follow the Portugal team, it has given me a lot and will always remain in my heart."

Although many people have a mediocre relationship with the veteran Deco, when he left, they couldn't help hugging him with reluctance and sadness.

"Anderson, although you have left the national team, I can still ask you for advice, right?"

After hugging him vigorously, Jia Ma asked him this.

The gentle Deco looked at the junior in front of him and smiled slightly, "Of course."

At the airport, the Portuguese national team was disbanded, and everyone could go back to their homes and find their mothers.

Gama stretched his waist and looked up at the sky.

The climate in Lisbon is always so clear and comfortable, and the first World Cup experience in his life has finally come to an end.

"Hey Chico!"

The captain's voice came from behind.

Jia Ma turned his head, "Captain!"

Ronaldo was carrying a bag and wearing sunglasses on his chest, and he smiled a little ruffian, "I promise to send you your jersey back and tell me your address."

"By the way, there are also sneakers. I will let them find you."

Jia Ma was stunned, it turned out that he remembered, "Okay, captain!"

"Chico," Ronaldo put on his sunglasses, "Your performance is good, and I'm looking forward to the 2012 European Cup!"

"……OK!"

Jia Ma pursed his lips and smiled, stopped, and took a few steps back.

"what happened?"

Ronaldo looked strangely at his little teammate who was a foot away from him,

Jia Ma waved to him, "Captain, you go first!"

"Let's go together!"

"Hehe, no need," Jia Ma retreated further, "Captain, you go first!"

When I'm stupid, the fans waiting for you over there are almost crushing the gate of the airport. If I go with you, when will I get out of the airport, so it's useless for us to stay here!

Under Ronaldo's inexplicable expression, his bodyguards surrounded him and walked towards the gate.

Gama exhaled.

go home!