[Football Fans] Glory

On June 1998, 6, the No.27 French World Cup quarter-finals began.

In the first game between Brazil and Chile, Brazil beat Chile by an absolute advantage, and finally beat Chile 4-1 to advance smoothly.

The second game was Denmark vs Spain.

Two hours before the game, the two teams entered the venue in buses one after another.

When the Spanish national team stopped in the stadium aisle in the bus, fans were already crowded around them.

Apart from many domestic fans, many local fans in France also came to watch.

The car door opened, and as the players got out of the car one by one with their bags in their hands, the surrounding screams came and went, almost breaking everyone's eardrums.

The Spanish players in silver-gray suits rushed into the player channel in a panic amidst the screams, and then looked at each other's panicked teammates, and everyone couldn't help laughing.

"In general, there are still more people named Guti."

Entering the lounge, the players who had to change their suits first and then put on their training uniforms were joking while getting ready.

"Who says Jose is a beauty!"

Enrique tore off his tie and hung it on the hanger, jokingly said.

Recently, Guti, who was used to these words earlier, untied his tie, "Are you jealous of me!"

"Haha, I'm jealous because he's so ugly."

Kiko made up the knife.

Enrique, who was ridiculed, didn't care, he laughed a few times, "Beauty, beauty~~~"

Although his family Jose is a beauty, the No. 1 beauty list is really not Guti, but Owen from England.

"Why is England's rookie number one? I still think Jose is the best-looking."

Nadal combed his hair in front of the mirror and said loudly.

"Who told Jose to cut his hair?"

Raul muttered as he lowered his head to tie his shoelaces.

Everyone turned their heads to look over, Guti gritted his teeth at them, and Alcortar nodded, "Beckham's hairstyle makes him look more handsome, Owen's short hair looks more sunny, but Jose's hairstyle , more like a juvenile underage.”

"Go away, who is underage."

Guti scolded with a laugh.

Everyone laughed, and Raul looked up at Guti again, "Jose, why did you cut your hair so short, and why do you have tattoos!"

Before the start of the World Cup, the day before they were going to assemble for the national team, Guti tattooed a rose wreath on his right arm with the name of his mother Maria embedded in it. He also said it was his amulet and his mother would give it to him. He is fearless of all powers.

Raul, who has always been a good baby, felt very uncomfortable. When he saw the circle of patterns on Guti's white arms, he felt weird.

"Actually, I've wanted to get tattoos for a long time," Guti curled his lips disapprovingly, "One day I took a shower and looked in the mirror, tsk, white flowers don't look good at all, tattoos are much more comfortable, very mature It's very flavorful."

"Quite good looking."

On this, Enrique nodded in agreement.

Many players have bone tattoos on their bodies, and some have tattoos so that you can't tell whether it's skin or clothes, but Raul is not used to it.

In his previous life, Guti liked tattoos so much that he tattooed his arms like flower sleeves, but now he only has one tattoo, and he still thinks it's missing!

"Tattoos look good on a man."

At this point, Raul feels that he and these teammates will never have a common language.

After everyone changed their clothes, they had to rest here for a while before going to warm up again.

So the players who are idle and bored are doing things that make them comfortable, and the more boring men continue their gossip career.

"Speaking of beauties, the Italian team has quite a few beauties!"

Guti is contributing to the cause of gossip.

In fact, men sometimes gossip more than women. After hearing Guti’s description, someone actually took out a book about the teams participating in the World Cup, opened the photos inside and started counting.

After watching the members of the 32 teams, remove the Asian players who are not clear about their faces. Of course, except for the Saudi Arabian team, and remove the African teams, the black brothers are also not clear. After comparison, everyone agrees. Guti is right, Italy and Denmark have the most handsome guys, followed by Argentina, England, Croatia, and Spain probably won't even rank in the top five.The only one who can give them a level is Guti.

"Raul is not bad either, look at this pretty little face, you can still see it if you pinch it."

Guti reached out and lifted Raul's chin for everyone to take a closer look.

After he said this, everyone looked at Raul, "Well, yes, Raul is quite handsome."

Raul opened his mouth angrily to bite Guti, and his teammates who pretended to stop him laughed loudly as they watched the two quarrel.

The players who made a mess were laughing and laughing, and Hierro ignored them lazily and leaned on a recliner to rest with a magazine covering their faces.

But the veteran of the team, Zubizarretta, was excited. He leaned over and took a look, "Italian handsome guy, well, I think their number one handsome guy should be Antonio Cabrini (* ), but he has retired, you should look for his photo, he is a super handsome guy!"

"Really?"

Raul asked.

A group of young players all showed curious eyes.

"He only retired in 91, so you should be able to find many photos of him!"

Subisarreta smiled, and somehow the face that looked more honest turned out to be a bit wretched.

So Guti muttered, "No wonder people say football is gay."

Then he was slapped on the back by Enrique, and Guti gritted his teeth in pain.

Guti immediately yelled, "Captain help~~~"

The helpless Ye Luo couldn't bear it anymore and got up and drove all the people away, "Give me a quiet rest."

Kiko, who had already stayed out of the matter, touched his chin and said to Pizzi next to him, "It's not easy to be the captain."

Pizzi nodded silently, now he is not jealous of the Real Madrid and Barcelona gang at all, let the two of them be the captain!

The warm-up was over, and Hierro got up to rally his teammates after hearing Brazil had swept Chile.

"It's our turn next."

"victory!"

"victory!"

"victory!"

Denmark's starting lineup:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Peter Schmeichel

Defenders: No. 2 Michael Schlumberger, No. 3 Marco Ripert, No. 4 Jess Hogg, No. 5 Jan Heinteser

Midfielders: No. 7 Alan Nelson, No. 8 Per Flanderson, No. 10 Michael Laudrup

Forwards: No. 9 Miklos Molnar, No. 17 Bianne Goodbeck, No. 21 Martin Jorgensen

Spain's starting lineup:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Anthony Zubizarreta

Defenders: No. 4 Rafael Arcorta, No. 6 Fernando Hiero, No. 21 Luis Enrique, No. 20 Miguel Nadal

Midfielders: No. 8 Julen Guerrero, No. 9 Juan Pizzi, No. 19 Kiko Navas

Forwards: No. 10 Raul Gonzalez, No. 11 Alfonso Perez, No. 14 Guti

"Goody!!! Goody Goody Goody!!!"

During the broadcast of the Spanish TV station, the host was yelling loudly.

On the court, Guti ran along the sideline, with his palms in his ears, listening to the cheers from the scene.

Behind, his teammates chased after him and threw themselves on his back. Guti spread his arms and enjoyed the scenery at this moment.

Although the Danish team is united, after 30 minutes of confrontation, both sides inevitably showed a little fatigue, and Guti seized this point and succeeded in a sneak attack from the loophole at that point.

"Jose, you're fucking awesome."

Hierro couldn't help throwing his arms around Guti's neck and shouting loudly.

In the breeze, Guti's young face shone with incomparable brilliance.

My field, my stage, this is me, José Guti!

"It's Guti again, he brought the ball over~~~~"

The commentators were roaring, staring at the players on the field without blinking.

With the ball under his feet, Guti swayed his feet back and forth slightly, turned around, and the ball flew around the opponent to his teammates.

The ball bounced off the post.

Teammates raised their hands to signal, Guti waved his hands, "Come again!"

Denmark goalkeeper Schmeichel threw a long-range throw. Their No. 10 Laudrup took the ball and made a quick attack. He ran all the way to the Spanish half. .

This slightly crooked shot almost went in. Soapy missed the ball, but because of the angle, the ball brushed the post and went out of the baseline.

In the next few minutes, the two sides interacted with each other, but no more goals were scored.

Until the end of the first half, the Danish team got a free kick in the frontcourt.

Laudrup stood behind the ball.

With his waist in his hands, he watched his opponent calmly set up the wall, the whistle sounded, and he kicked the goal.

There was a deafening sound in the audience.

The two sides ended the first half with a draw.

Entering the second half, the fighting between the two sides became more intense.

From time to time, you can see the scene where people turn their backs on their backs. The referee Kargen from Switzerland played cards again and again to control the scene.

Calgan also called the captains of both teams over and warned them to keep their players in check.

The captains on both sides pulled away the panting teammates, and finally persuaded the irritable players.

"The players in the Danish team are too bad. They deliberately hit people and..."

The host in the Spanish TV broadcast did not hesitate to put the blame on the other party, completely ignoring the fact that the players on the other side trampled on the other party.

"The Spaniards are so savage, stepping on people and pretending not to know..."

The Danish commentator said this, and also ignored the process of their own players overthrowing the opponent's players.

If it was Guti in the past, he was definitely the one who went to fight with his opponent early in the morning, but now Guti is the one who helps Hierro persuade the fight.

"You're still good."

Suppressing the anger of his teammates, Hierro touched Guti's head with emotion. Although his children usually like to make trouble, they are still the most obedient at critical moments.

Guti laughed a little awkwardly, stuck out his tongue and ran away.

The game continues.

"Oh~~~~"

The host of the Spanish TV station likes to yell. When he saw Raul turning around and volleying, he was so excited that he slapped the table and howled.

Raul, who scored the goal, was so excited that he couldn't control himself. Guti, who was hugging and celebrating, slapped him on the face.

Cut, it's all saliva.

Guti, who was tightly hugged, rolled his eyes, and then kissed back on purpose—on the lips.

At the same time, he was still thinking silently, Morun saw it, saw it!

That's right, Moran, who was watching the game, watched all this on the big screen at the scene, and the honest Moran couldn't help spit out a dirty word silently.

Belleron, who was sitting beside him, turned his head while applauding, "What did you say?"

"nothing!"

While Mo Lun was happy for Raul, he also rolled his eyes at Guti's narrow-mindedness.

But 5 minutes later, it was the turn of the Danes to celebrate.

Guti snorted twice, and rolled his eyes at his leaky back line.

Of course, he didn't get any response to his white eyes, and his teammates couldn't see it at all.

It was another 5 minutes, and another shot from Raul.

Then Guti, who took a bite on the excited Raul's face, glanced at the big screen at the scene-whether Moran jumped this time.

"Fernando?"

Seeing Morun who suddenly twisted the game manual into a ball with his hands, Belleron called him puzzled.

Damn Jose, it was definitely on purpose, I guarantee a hundred times that he did it on purpose.

Raul, who couldn't help himself, didn't notice all this at all. After celebrating wildly with his teammates, he grinned and looked at Guti.

Guti smiled, "Go on, man!"

"Well, go on!"

However, the Danish team was not to be outdone, and continued to attack the Spanish half in the next few minutes, causing a civil war in the half and getting two free kicks one after another.

It's just that the two free kicks failed to score.

However, this also aroused the vigilance of Spain. After getting the ball, Hierro dribbled the ball forward and the counterattack began.

In the 85th minute of the game, the physical fitness of the players on both sides had gradually weakened. Guti found that his calf was showing signs of convulsions. He gritted his teeth and kicked the ball and sat down directly, pulling his legs hard with his hands.

Raul, who found him lying on the ground, wanted to run over, but Guti stared back.

It was Spain's attack on the field. The referee glanced at Guti, who was lying on the sideline, and did not stop the game.

On the sidelines, the Spanish coaching staff looked at Guti anxiously, and the team doctor loudly instructed him to pull his legs upwards.

This time the attack ended when the ball flew off the crossbar.

Coach Camacho is ready to make substitutions.

Guti shook his head with a wry smile. He worked so hard today that his physical fitness couldn't keep up.

The Spanish team made a substitution, with No. 14 Guti off and No. 7 Fernando Morientes on.

Time is running out and the score is 3-2 with Spain leading.

The Danish team was never reconciled to failure and continued to attack the horn.

More than one person had a leg twitch, and the coaches of both sides began to change.

Due to a dispute between the two sides at the beginning of the second half, there were 5 minutes of stoppage time.

Both teams were in a bit of a hurry. The Spanish side tried to score another goal because they were only one goal ahead, while the Danish team only wanted to score a goal to drag the game into overtime when faced with a one-goal gap.

At this time, apart from the fact that the players on both sides were still running desperately when attacking, most of the players could only walk slowly on the field with their waists tucked in.

Guti was sitting on the sidelines, letting the team doctor stretch his legs while watching the field anxiously.

He clenches his hands, and it sucks to feel like there's nothing he can do when he needs strength at a critical moment.

Fortunately, this time the Spanish players were still very desperate. All the players were crowded in their own half, no matter whether they were blocking or overhead, they forcibly blocked the crazy offensive of the Danish team.

When the final whistle sounded, almost all the players on the field sat down on the grass, looked up at the sky, and remained motionless.

The cheers of the fans and the shouts of the narrator became so blurred at this time, there was only a kind of luck of escaping and ascending to heaven.

In the second group of the quarter-finals, Denmark played against Spain 2-3, and Spain advanced.

The author has something to say: (*) Do you still remember the yelling of Huang in the broadcast? Among the names he called, 'Cabrini' is this one, who is known as the number one left back in Italy The man who left the stadium at the age of 30 due to a leg injury was replaced by the well-known Maldini.

PS: After finishing this chapter in one breath, my wrist is about to break~~