[Football Fans] Glory

During the intermission, the players listened to the coach's problems in the first half and what to pay attention to in the second half in the locker room, while asking the team doctor to massage or wash and change a clean jersey.

The sound insulation measures of the Leeds Elland Road Stadium are not very good. Even in the locker room, you can hear the sound of music from outside or the excited shouts of people, as well as a few lyrics floating from time to time.

Nadal, who was resting against the wall, opened his eyes, "Hey, guess what I heard?"

Everyone turned to look at him, and Nadal smiled, "The fans are singing!"

"Cut, be shocked!"

"It's for one of us!"

Nadal laughed.

Now, many people became interested and began to listen carefully.

Sure enough, some passages could still be heard, albeit indistinctly, and they were indeed in Spanish.

"It seems to be some kind of golden boy or something smart..."

"Don't you guys realize that it's singing Guti!"

Nadal laughed.

"And it's still in the tune of a nursery rhyme!"

He patted the chair while laughing and almost fell off the chair.

Guti, whose name was mentioned, froze for a moment, and listened carefully, and sure enough, his name was constantly mentioned in the singing.

Although a little moved, Guti said with a serious face, "I don't like the title of Golden Boy!"

"why?"

Alcorta asked.

"Not suitable for me."

Guti frowned.

"how come?"

Enrique smiled, "Golden boy is what you call young, handsome, talented and outstanding newcomers!"

"I don't like it anyway."

Guti frowned, "I only like the nickname Bernabeu Golden Wolf, forget about the others!"

"Hey, Jose, you are still a golden wolf, at most you are a puppy!"

Enrique asserted.

Damn Louis, bullying me again!

Guti's eyes widened, and he pointed his middle finger at Enrique viciously.

Enrique folded his arms triumphantly and raised an eyebrow at him.

Damn the two of them are at it again!

Hierro wanted to growl.

But in the end, he could only stretch out his hand to hold down Guti who was about to jump, "Jose, I think you are more like our little prince!"

In Spanish football, a certain player of the club can be called the little prince, not because of how good he is, but because of the love the team and fans have for the player. The little prince is a symbol of beauty.

"Please, we already have a prince, so I don't want to be called that, Jinlang sounds so nice!"

Guti flat mouthed.

Enrique curled his lips, and wanted to say something, but Ye Luo glared at him and had to swallow the words back.

Forget it, it will be troublesome if you piss off a good old man like Hierro. The annoying little devil will deal with you when he returns to the club!

Enrique made up his mind.

The Barça gang who watched the excitement laughed, showing no intention of restraining themselves.

Players from several other clubs looked at the results of their teasing with great interest. Well, Guti is indeed very interesting, and the rookies are very interesting.

Guti, who was visited, hummed unhappily, and Hierro had no choice but to give him a smooth hair.

Hierro in Shunmao kept roaring in his heart-after the game is over, Louis, you wait for me!

The atmosphere in the locker room of the French team was not very good. The starting players who were accused by the coach were either out of their minds or kept their heads down. In short, they all showed a kind of numb helplessness. Don't dare, it constitutes the current appearance of the French team. Coach Jacquet looked at them with a stern face, but he didn't know what to say.

Captain Deschamps hesitated for a while, then got up and went over, "Sir, can we talk?"

Jacques stared at him, "What's the matter?"

"Substitute Zidane for the second half!"

Hearing his name mentioned, Zidane looked up.

"why?"

"He's so tired."

To be honest, Zidane himself thought so, but he could think but couldn't say it. The captain's proposal made him breathe a sigh of relief.

However, Jacques couldn't do this. Substituting Zidane so early, did he have to admit that his choice was wrong?

Although a suggestion was made, whether the coach adopted it is another matter.

When going out, Deschamps said to Zidane, "Sorry, I didn't target you."

Tired Zidane nodded, "I understand, Captain!"

In the second half, they changed sides and fought again. The French team did not make any substitutions, nor did the Spanish team.

As the core of the team, Deschamps can only allow his teammates to run and make more long passes to help Zidane disperse the pressure.

Of course, the Spaniard would not miss this opportunity, took the opportunity to press the attack, and made the French team stand out in the restricted area for a while.

Jacquet stood on the sidelines, and he quickly discovered the problem, so should a substitution be made?

While he was hesitating, the Spanish attack came again.

Guti dribbled the ball from the wing, then dribbled the ball inside, dodged the block and made a small angle pass. The football flew past the legs of several players, and Pizzi caught the ball.

After receiving the ball, he didn't panic in the face of the two rushing defenses. He tapped the ball with his toes, made a fake breakthrough, then crossed his feet and turned around, and the ball hit the middle again.

Hierro, who rushed from behind, volleyed vigorously.

Although French goalkeeper Rama flew to save the ball and stretched his arms to the maximum, his effort failed.

One to zero!

Spain leads.

Guti ran over and jumped on Hierro, punching, "Great captain~~"

Hierro frowned and smiled, "Boy, the pass is good."

Although he didn't get an assist, Guti's pass in front opened up the opponent's defense, which was quite beautiful.

Looking at the opponent's celebration, Deschamps sighed. At this moment, he found that the coach was gesturing to make a substitution.

The French team made a substitution, with No. 10 Zidane off and No. 14 Sabri Ramouche on.

A tired Zidane walked to the sidelines, hugged his teammates and returned to the bench, his face showed no expression other than exhaustion.

Guti stood on the field, watching him.

There are still a few days before Zidane's 24th birthday, but he must not be very happy on this birthday this year.

The future midfield master is just a young player at this time, and now he has various emotions of loss or embarrassment in his heart!

The new Lamouche will only be 25 years old by the end of the year. He is also considered a young player in the midfield position. He is only 1.75 meters tall and looks relatively thinner. He is obviously of African descent. man.

Tsk, it looks much more delicate and beautiful than Zidane's rough face.

Guti smiled.

Ramouche, who had just stepped into the field, shuddered inexplicably.

In the rematch, the French players stood on the sideline and threw the ball to the Spaniard, because the Spaniard saw that they were going to make a substitution, so they kicked the ball out of the sideline. Although it was just a little friendly, they couldn't lose , So the right to the ball was handed back.

Guti, who received the ball, smiled at the Frenchman who threw the ball, took a few steps and passed the ball briskly.

Great move from the sideline to the other side, Enrique catches the ball and passes it back, Hierro steps forward to receive the ball and pass it again.

Back and forth a few times, Donato made a long pass, and Kiko ran two steps to touch the ball, but stopped a bit too much.

The veteran defender of the French team, Angeloma, quickly grabbed the ball. With his big foot, the ball flew near the midfield. Didier Deschamps took the ball and turned around and broke into the Spanish half.

The white French jersey penetrated the interception like a sharp arrow, the red matador was chasing the interception, and the two sides scuffled in the half court.

The ball flew out from someone's feet, and Doroto jumped up and hit his head, then clicked back.

Kiko stretched his long legs and raised his foot to pass.

Nadal took the ball and ran away. After rushing all the way through the middle circle, he transferred a long pass.

The Spaniards have reached the French half.

The Frenchman also tried his best, and Djorkaeff also ran back from the frontcourt. As soon as he looked up, he found that the ball flew back again.

He chased the ball back and forth with the fastest speed, but collided with the Spaniard.

There was no whistle, and Djorkaf got up and continued to chase the ball. At this time, Ramouche, who had just entered the field, had good physical strength. He quickly got the ball, stretched his arms to stop the Spaniard's personal interception, and shouted loudly.

Djorkaeff ran hard, feeling a little pain in his chest, but he didn't stop, he only had the ball flying in the air in his eyes.

Come here, come here, he jumped up with all his strength.

The scalp touched the ball, and the ball landed behind.

"Yuri!!!"

He heard his teammates yelling.

Djorkaf, who landed, had no time to watch, and raised his leg again based on experience, and he touched the ball.

The ball spun in the net and then fell down. Djorkaeff stared blankly at the ball, and it took two seconds for him to react.

In, really in!

Clenching his fists, he roared, and someone rushed over behind him, roaring loudly.

In the 71st minute of the second half, the French team scored.

One to one.

Guti glanced at the French people who were celebrating, and walked to Kiko, "Kiko, go down and rest!"

Kiko looked down at his feet with a slight bitterness on his face. He made a mistake in stopping the ball just now because of the pain in his ankle, and his legs that didn’t listen to instructions couldn’t run anymore. But in an international competition, a player has an opportunity to fight for his country. how rare...

"There is still a chance, Kiko, you are still young."

Thinking of the end of his retirement due to injury at the golden age of a striker, Guti thought that he must let him go for treatment quickly. At this time, his injury is just showing up.

Seeing the worry in Guti's eyes, Kiko nodded with a wry smile, "You're right!"

The two of them were talking here, and Hierro, who found something wrong, ran over, "What's wrong?"

Guti spoke first, "Captain, Kiko's foot is injured."

Hierro was taken aback, "Kiko?"

Knowing that Guti had good intentions and didn't want people to know the real problem with his feet, Kiko sighed, "The ankle hurts."

The referee who was about to blow the whistle also came over. Hierro told him that he hoped to let Kiko leave the field. The referee looked at the ugly Kiko. He could understand the psychology of these players who wanted to play for the national team, but if they were injured, they would You have to leave, that's the rule.

So the referee beckoned the Spanish team doctor to come over, and Hierro stood on the sideline and talked to the coach who came over.

Camacho looked at Chico, only to see the team doctor shaking his head, signaling that a substitution was needed.

Guti, who was squatting aside and staring at the team doctor, sank in his heart. It turned out that Kiko's injury was really serious, but why didn't the team doctor check it out?

Sure enough, people said that the team doctor at this time was just a decoration. Although the team doctor of the national team is a professional, the team doctor who didn't check carefully and found such a big problem is really a fucking bastard!

The Spanish team doctor didn't know that the players beside him were scolding him secretly, and he was also a little worried. On the surface, there was nothing wrong with Kiko's ankle pain, but when he pressed and touched, he could clearly feel that his joints were deformed. How did the injury Kiko persist for so long?

Kiko, who was looking down, also found the surprise of the team doctor. He knew that his injury was really serious, so all his persistence ended at this moment.

"Kiko, it will be cured."

Whispering in Kiko's ear, Guti shook his hand, "Don't worry!"

Looking up at Guti, Kiko smiled slightly, "Thank you!"

During this period, without the consent of the national team or the club, he could not even seek medical treatment by himself. This is how many players missed their injuries.

He now has no other choice but to believe in Guti.

Substitution for Spain, No. 14 Kiko off, No. 11 Alfonso on.

The game restarts.

The two sides returned to the starting line,

Didier Deschamps dribbled the ball, facing the tight defense of the Spaniard, who was also the old opponents Enrique and Hierro's two-person defense. He couldn't break through for a while, so he had to transfer the ball to his teammates. Gaelan received the ball and returned. Pass, Butters passed back and forth with him for two rounds, and the ball was sent to the front again.

The Spaniard kept a close eye on Djorkaeff and Dugarry in the frontcourt, and Loko, who was later, was wandering around the middle circle and was ready to respond at any time.

The more tense the game gets, especially since both sides won the first game. If they win this game, they will be guaranteed to qualify. If they lose or draw, they will have to watch the third game, and the pressure will be even greater.

Hierro intercepted the ball and dribbled forward.

Spanish players began to add aggressively.

The ball was passed, and Guti, who received the ball, attacked from the middle and dribbled the ball in a small area. The unique sensitivity of the Iberian players was much smarter than the straight dribble of the French. Jumping between the two feet, leaning back sideways, picking the ball and turning around, breaking through.

The audience couldn't help but calm down, watching the handsome young man on the field showing his extraordinary skills.

It's a pity that after the last pass, Alfonso's shot hit the post and popped out of the baseline.

Alfonso held his head and looked at the ball beyond the baseline in disbelief.

Such a good opportunity was missed.

Guti wrapped his arms around his neck comfortingly, "It's okay, there is still a chance."

France goal line kick.

Goalkeeper Rama yelled at his teammates loudly. Just now, his teammates lost their positions due to Guti's brilliance. It's too bad.

Hearing his roar, Guti glanced at him.

The current Rama is the best time, and then he was arrested for taking drugs, and where did he go after that?

Guti didn't know either, anyway, he never heard Lama's name after 98.

We are adults and we are responsible for what we do.

I'm not a saint, I can't help everyone, I just hope he can respect himself!

Guti sighed and ran away.

When the final whistle sounded, the two sides were still one to one, a draw.

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