[Football Fans] Glory

The Spaniards, who had advanced through difficulty, had a riot in the locker room, singing and dancing, shaking their heads, their naked bodies showing white muscles, the beer foam was everywhere, and the garbage they made was all over the ground .

Guti, who had just taken a shower, was poured over his head with a bottle of beer as soon as he came out, and the beer dripped from the tip of his hair, making his face sticky.

Wiping his foggy eyes, Guti looked at Raul helplessly.

It was he who poured a bottle of wine over his head.

Looking around the chaotic locker room, Guti, who used to mess around together, frowned.

Although he won today, it was a fluke, and the reality that he had to end up with a leg cramped and fell to the ground made Guti feel very uncomfortable.

The past few years have been so smooth that he has forgotten what he really wants, thinking that the current self has really broken the inherent destiny.

"José!"

Hierro hands over a bottle of beer.

Guti pressed the icy wine can to his face, and the cold breath made him take a long breath.

"Why are you unhappy?"

Hierro, who took a gulp of wine, turned his head and asked.

Guti opened the wine can and took a sip, "It's too difficult to win, and I still can't keep up with my physical fitness."

"You~~"

Hierro reached out and hugged Guti, "You think too much, now you just need to enjoy the fruits of victory."

Guti took another sip of wine and stretched, "I'm going to take a shower."

"Didn't you just finish washing?"

Guti licked his fingers, "Raul poured water on his head just now."

Seeing Guti running in to take a shower again, Hierro smiled—in fact, this is very good, and progress can only be made if there is no anger.

"Fernando."

Enrique squeezed through the lively crowd, clinked glasses with Hierro with the wine can in his hand.

"Go get dressed."

Hierro frowned after taking a sip of wine.

Enrique, naked and naked, smiled and hugged him, "I'll talk about it later, and go for a drink or two?"

Hierro thought about it and nodded.

They had been arguing for a long time that day, from fighting anxiously to being relieved, they really needed to relax.

However, the Spanish Football Association, which received the bill the next day, still happily signed the bill-this group of bad boys broke all the cabinets in the locker room, what did they do?

There are also two games on June 6, namely the Netherlands against Yugoslavia and Argentina against England.

Although they were informed by the coaching staff that they could rest, most of the Spanish players gathered together to watch the TV broadcast.

"Wow, Ice Prince is still very handsome~~"

Guti whistled.

Raul tilted his head, "Now I finally understand how much you control your face, Jose."

"how?"

Guti laughed.

"No wonder you said that if I can maintain my appearance, you will take me to travel around the world. I think I may not be able to travel with you after retiring."

Raul said seriously.

"Yes, I think so too."

Guti also said very seriously.

"Damn, you are really too much~~"

Raul rubbed his eyes pretending to be wronged.

Listening to the fight between the two, Enrique and Hierro were chatting, and Kiko looked up after talking to them a few words.

"Fuck, the Netherlands scored a goal."

"what?"

They were obviously watching a football game, but in the end they were all chatting and no one paid attention to the broadcast.

"Okay, okay, stop chatting, and watch the game quickly."

Hierro said.

"The Dutch team this time," Hierro said after watching it for a while, "is united."

"Speaking of which, in the past, whenever the national team played, there would always be news of discord and internal strife in the Dutch team. I haven't heard any news this year."

Enrique nodded.

"But that one from the Yugoslavia team," Kiko muttered, "here is Heshavic, the skills are good!"

"Which one are you talking about?"

Guerrero flipped through the game guide and said, "God, I can't tell what it is all about."

"KiKo is talking about their No. 11 Sinisa Mihajlovic."

Guti said.

"That's right, it's their number 11."

Kiko nodded.

At this time, the score on the court was already tied at 1-1, and the fierce battle between the two sides was inextricably linked.

"Jose, who do you think will win?"

Raul asked.

"What are you gambling?"

Goody asked.

"Don't bet on anything!"

Raul glared at him.

"Really boring."

Guti rubbed his chin and stared at the camera in the TV broadcast, "The Dutch team is a rare unity, Yugoslavia is brave and good at fighting, and the game has been stalemate until now. I can only say that any star suddenly has a flash of inspiration."

Speaking of this, Guti suddenly thought of something, so he took out his phone and started dialing numbers.

Raul leaned over curiously, "Huh?"

Hearing Raul's surprised voice, the teammates looked over one after another, and Raul made a quiet gesture with his fingers.

As a result, everyone heard what Guti was saying in English, and the teammates who could understand English understood it, and asked the teammates to translate for those who could not understand.

Kiko whispered to Pizzi, "Jose is betting."

Although there are regulations that do not allow players to gamble or something, there are policies and countermeasures, and no one can control them if they don't use their own identities to bet.

"The game will be over in 20 minutes, can you still bet?"

Seeing that Guti hung up the phone, Raul asked.

"I just bet on who can win the game in the last 5 minutes."

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of Guti's lips.

There are so many ways to bet in the European industry, as long as you can figure it out, there will be a lottery to bet on.

So Guti, who suddenly remembered something, immediately placed a bet, only to find that there was such a lottery.

"So you bet on the victory of the Dutch team and Davis' lore?" Raul raised his eyebrows, "Are you optimistic about him?"

"Yes."

Guti shrugged.

Even if you lose, it's only a thousand dollars, but if you win, the winning rate is [-] times!

"You really..."

Raul pouted, thinking about it but couldn't figure out how to describe it.

However, Raul immediately took out his phone and placed a similar bet on Davis' lore, "Fortunately, I'm quick, and it will be closed in one minute."

After placing the bet, Raul patted his chest.

"Why are you betting on this with me?"

Guti raised an eyebrow.

"You guys are too lucky to gamble, and I will follow suit to make some money."

Raul grinned.

Hearing the conversation between the two of them, the teammates rushed over to ask Raul to explain.

So Raul explained the legend about Guti's superb luck in gambling. In the past few years, as long as he followed Guti to bet, he almost never lost money.

"Damn it, you didn't tell me."

Enrique grabs Guti's neck and shakes it violently.

Many players have a habit of gambling, but most of them can control it and not become addicted, but they will gamble a few times when they have the opportunity.

Guti is good at gambling, but he didn't tell them, bad review!

Seeing the contempt of a group of teammates, Guti rolled his eyes at them, "Gambling is not a good thing."

"Just for fun."

Even Hierro said this in disapproval.

Looking at the attitude of his teammates, Guti sighed, "The next time I place a bet, I will tell you."

After all, Guti turned around and gave Raul a hard look.

Raul stuck out his tongue at him, "At least earn some travel money."

"Humph!"

Guti despises him, and it's not my business to travel with me.

Raul grinned, and said generously, "I will remember to tell Moran."

"roll."

"Look, look, look!"

The teammates shouted loudly.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and the Dutch team was attacking in the footage on the TV.

"It was Seedorf who had the ball."

"He has no chance, he will be transferred."

"Newman is coming up."

"No, he passed it across."

"Kluivert has the ball, he's in the box..."

Raul stared at the screen intently.

Guti took a biscuit from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, "He has no chance."

Kluivert, who was double-teamed by the Yugoslavian team, made several dashes in a row and failed to break through. Seeing that he could not control the ball any longer, Kluivert suddenly squeezed his opponent with his body, but he quickly hit the ball with his feet. The opponent player passes under the leg.

A black shadow rushed over like the wind.

"It's Davis!"

Raul yelled.

"Here's that Harvey, never mind," Kiko stared at, "he's got good speed, he's about to hit him."

"No, no hit."

The atmosphere in the room was tense, as if they were players fighting on the field, leaning forward, staring at the people above without moving.

"Davis transfer, no, it's a fake move."

"No chance no chance, he can't rush through, no angle..."

"Cooperate, cooperate, and pass quickly!"

"No, his posture..." Hierro stood up abruptly, "He wants to shoot from a long distance."

On the TV screen, Davis' whole body seemed to be stretched like a bowstring, with his thighs raised and his face grim.

It was a heavy shot like lightning.

The ball flew across the air, and the white light flashed and the ball had fallen into the net.

In the last minute of stoppage time in the second half, Davis of the Dutch team shot the ball into the net from a long distance.

He killed Yugoslavia.

The bad boy Davis of the Dutch team made the final lore.

"God~~"

Enrique muttered to himself, then rushed over and grabbed Guti, "You must notify me next time you gamble."

Guti, who was so angry that he couldn't get up, rolled his eyes, and Raul hurriedly pulled him away, "Luis, Jose is speechless."

"Haha~~~"

This funny scene made many teammates laugh out loud.

Enrique let go, and Guti coughed twice, "[-]%."

"make a deal!"

Enrique readily agreed to Guti's conditions.

So the other teammates also looked at Guti. Guti was annoyed, "It doesn't matter if you lose, and you get [-]% bonus if you win."

"can!"

Hmph, think I'm a fool if I don't earn money, no matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat!

Guti made two hey heys and nodded. This is a contract.

"And the next game between Argentina and England?"

Raul asked.

This game, Guti pondered for a while, "If Passarella doesn't let Redondo and Carney play, then I bet that the game will be tied in 10 and [-] minutes, and then the winner will be decided on penalties. Play or only one player, then bet on Argentina."

"They should have announced the lineup."

Raul changed another sports channel, just in time to see that the two teams of Argentina and England had played.

"Jose, Fernando is starting."

Raul looked closer and said.

"Then play Argentina and win."

Guti snapped straight.

All the teammates glanced at him, and Hierro covered his forehead—Jose is really a fan of Redondo, is that okay?

The author has something to say: Attachment: The 1998 World Cup Dutch and Yugoslav players list

Netherlands team:

1号埃德温-范德萨、2号米歇尔-雷齐格、3号雅普-斯塔姆、4号弗兰克-德波尔、5号阿瑟-纽曼

No. 6 Wim Jonker, No. 7 Ronald De Boer, No. 8 Dennis Bergkamp, ​​No. 9 Patrick Kluivert,

No. 10 Clarence Seedorf, No. 11 Philip Cocu, No. 12 Baldwin Zenden, No. 13 Andrey Oyer

No. 14 Mark Overmars, No. 15 Winston Bogarde, No. 16 Edgar Davis, No. 17 Pierre Van Hoeydonck

No. 18 Ed De Hooyer, No. 19 Giovanni Van Bronckhorst, No. 20 Aaron Winter

No. 21 Jimmy Floyd Hasselbaink, No. 22 Luther Hesper

Yugoslavia:

No. 1 Ivica Kraj, No. 2 Zoran Milkovic, No. 3 Goran Djorovic, No. 4 Slavisa Jokanovic

No. 5 Miloslav Djukic, No. 6 Branko Brnovic, No. 7 Vladimir Yugovic, No. 8 Dejan Savicevic

No. 9 Predorg Mijatovic, No. 10 Dragan Stojkovic, No. 11 Sinisa Mikhailovich

No. 12 Drojje Lekovic, No. 13 Slobodan Korjenovic, No. 14 Nisa Saviljic, No. 15 Liubinko Drewlovic

No. 16 Zelko Petrovic, No. 17 Savo Milosevic, No. 18 Dejan Govedarica, No. 19 Miloslav Stevic

No. 20 Dejan Stankovic, No. 21 Perica Ogenjanovic, No. 22 Darko Kovacevich

PS: The names of people in Eastern Europe are either Raff or Vicki, people who look at them are dizzy~~