[Football Fans] Glory

No matter how much entanglement there is before the game, the day of the game will come soon.

On July 7, there will be two World Cup quarter-finals, the Netherlands vs Argentina and Brazil vs Spain.

When players from both sides lined up at the entrance, Carlos, who loves to be lively, winked at his club teammates.

Raul smiled and walked over to hug him, but Guti touched his bald head, "You said you are the most handsome in the Brazilian national team, I think it is very reasonable now."

Because Portuguese and Spanish are quite similar languages, Guti's words were understood by both players, so there was a burst of laughter.

Carlos patted his head triumphantly and puffed out his chest, "Of course, I'm the most handsome."

Ronaldo is also funny, he grinned, "Who said that, I'm the most handsome one."

After saying this, Ronaldo looked at Guti with some doubts, "I always feel that I must have seen you somewhere else besides the game."

His words made the scene burst into laughter.

"Hey, don't you think that your sentence looks like you are trying to strike up a conversation with a beautiful woman!"

Rivaldo said with a serious face.

Ronaldo blinked his eyes, "But I really feel that apart from meeting him in the league, I really seem to have seen Guti in other places."

What he said was very innocent, and his smile was even brighter. It is really hard for people to dislike him with that kind of bright smile.

Guti smiled, and Raul burst out laughing.

"you know?"

Ronaldo asked in surprise.

Now Raul laughed even more and shook his shoulders, pointing at Guti, "Ask him!"

Guti gave him a white look, "95 years, Netherlands, Evanhoen, pre-season training."

Speaking so clearly, Ronaldo was concentrating on it, and after a few seconds he shouted, "Ah, I remembered that you are the blonde beauty."

Spray, everyone at the scene laughed in unison.

Guti's face turned black, "What else can you remember besides this?"

"I still remember that you warned me not to frequently use that kind of rapid joint twisting action, which is easy to get injured."

Ronaldo finally remembered the two teenagers he met after training that morning, especially the blond beauty, just passed it as he just listened to it but didn't remember what the beauty said, and now he thinks about it now after several injuries Only then did he realize how important the warning that young man gave him back then was, but unfortunately he didn't listen to it...

"Guti, haha, you're such a nice guy."

Ronaldo came over with a smile and hugged Guti, "Why didn't you come to play with me when I was in Barcelona?"

Guti snorted twice, "Barcelona is our derby opponent, I won't look for you in Barcelona."

His words made Ronaldo laugh.

The two teams chatted lively, Carlos looked at Ronaldo with some regret, "Jose, I am indeed the most handsome, right?"

Dunga, who was standing in front, turned his head, "That's not it."

The opening of the calm and cold Dunga made the players on the scene even more laughing.

Carlos showed an aggrieved face, "I'm not wrong."

This club teammate is so funny, Guti couldn’t help laughing and put his shoulder on his shoulder solemnly, “Roberto, you need to know one thing, that is, there was once a very handsome player in the Brazilian national team. He is the most handsome player in your Brazilian national team."

"Who, who is it? I want to challenge him."

Carlos hilariously pulled out a decisive battle posture.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts from laughing~~"

Enrique put Hierro's shoulders and shouted, "Jose, please~~ You two don't mess with each other anymore, you are going to laugh us all to death here and then don't have to compete and just watch you two duel Is it gone?"

His words resonated with many players, who nodded in unison.

Guti shook his head and sighed as Dunga began to gather his teammates to play.

But he still said loudly, "Roberto, I'm really right. Luis Bellini, the captain of your Brazilian national team when they won the World Cup in 1958, was quite handsome. You really don't know respect Old, I don’t even know my seniors.”

"Of course I know about Mr. Bellini, but is he handsome?"

Carlos flattened his mouth.

In the 1958 World Cup, don't say that even his father was not born yet, and the current world champion Pele was just 17 years old at that time. How many players from the ancient times of football can remember now, let alone the looks good.

Don't talk about him, you ask the players on the scene, how many people will know him?

Guti continued to despise him, "Every time the captain of the winning team toasted to celebrate, Captain Bellini was the first to do it. Later, this action became the iconic signature action of all champion captains. You don't even know this, despise you!"

"Bah, bah bah!!!"

Carlos naively poohed back.

The childish behavior of the two players of the same age was unanimously responded by the two captains. At the same time, they stretched out their hands to grab them back and slapped them on the head.

"Give me quiet."

"Give me quiet."

Brazil captain Dunga looked on coldly, while Hierro was serious and helpless.

The players of the two teams finally settled their expressions and stood in their respective positions one after another.

Carlos swaggered and ran to the back of the line to stand up.

Guti was directly grabbed by Hierro and placed behind him. Zubizarreta, who was originally standing in second place, smiled and backed away to make way for the vacant seat, which made Hierro shyly smile at him.

Guti blinked aggrievedly and said 'I'm sorry' in a low voice.

Subisaretta smiled, and touched the golden hair on Guti's head. It felt good. No wonder the Real Madrid gang molested their successors like this every day.

The two captains looked at each other and sighed silently.

Brazil's starting 11-man roster:

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Goalkeeper: No. 1 Taffarel

Defender: No. 2 Cafu, No. 3 Aldair, No. 4 Bayano, No. 6 Carlos

Midfielder: No. 5 Sampaio, No. 8 Dunga, No. 10 Rivaldo, No. 18 Leonardo

Forward: No. 9 Ronaldo No. 20 Bebeto

The future Brazilian goalkeeper Dida is now just a substitute goalkeeper who has little chance.

Spain's starting 11 list:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Anthony Zubizarreta

Defenders: No. 3 Augustin-Alan Sabal No. 4 Rafael Arcorta No. 6 Fernando Hiero No. 20 Miguel Nadal

Midfielder: No. 5 Abelardo-Fernandez No. 7 Fernando Morientes No. 21 Luis Enrique

Frontcourt: No. 10 Raul Gonzalez No. 14 Jose Guti No. 19 Kiko Navas

Their main defender No. 2 Ferrer was suspended for accumulating yellow cards, and midfielder No. 8 Guerrero was sidelined due to injury.

Today Spain's formation as a whole looks like a defensive formation.

The coaching staff had told them before the game that it would be best to attack first at the start of the game and get a goal. After all, everyone knows that the Brazilian team will not enter the fighting rhythm too quickly at the beginning. One ball can play defensive counterattack.

When Hierro used to guess the side, Guti kept chanting "ball power and ball power" silently, which made Enrique beside him raise his eyebrows.

Seeing that Hierro guessed wrong and won the ball, Guti felt relieved.

"Don't be so nervous."

Enrique said.

Although Brazil is very strong, it is not so strong that Guti is so nervous!

"You don't understand~~"

Guti gave him a sad look.

Enrique felt his hairs stand on end.

Guti looked at the players of the Brazilian team. Although their defense is relatively poor, their attack line is too strong. Guti is not sure whether his defensive formation can stop the outstanding Brazilian forwards today. nothing.

Ronaldo was at the right time, Bebeto played exceptionally well, Rivaldo was even better, and Dunga was old and strong.

Strength is there, not just confidence can win.

So at the beginning of the game, we must attack hard, and we must score first.

Guti made a fist.

"The Spanish team launched a strong attack from the beginning..."

"Guti rushed over very fast, he transferred the ball to the right...Spain midfield support... Kiko, Kiko got the ball..."

"Oh, what a pity, this shot is too right... The young player Raul is still inexperienced, he should pass the ball to his teammates behind..."

"Six minutes into the first half, the Spaniard has attacked twice, but failed to score..."

"Oh~ Guti, it's Guti... Many outstanding players have emerged in this World Cup, such as Ortega from Argentina, Irving from England... Guti and Raul from Spain, but it's still Guti Better..."

"If it is a newcomer to the national team, then Guti is not counted. In the 96 European Cup, he already wore the national team jersey and played for the country, and he performed very well. It is a pity that the overall strength of the Spanish team is still inferior to that of the national team. Not on other strong teams..."

In the 9th minute of the first half, Guti got another chance.

This time he decided to come by himself.

Raul may still be too nervous, and his grasp of the ball is not up to standard, while Kiko's linkage is always a little bit worse, perhaps because the Brazilian midfielder Dunga's command is too good, which makes Kiko fail to perform. full strength.

There is not much help from the backcourt at home, so I can only rely on myself.

Guti wiped his face. The game has just started, and his physical strength has been consumed a lot. It is impossible to continue like this.

With the football under his feet and the opponent in front of him, Guti took a breath, suddenly poked the ball with his toe, and then broke through the opponent's two-man defense.

Breaking through from the sideline to the bottom, adjusting the opponent's defense line, the running routes of the players on both sides in the half-court emerged in his mind, Guti dribbled the ball on the baseline, and with his back to the court, he suddenly leaned back and leaned against the opponent With a turn on the back foot, the ball is passed in an arc on the inside of the foot, and the ball flies around the penalty area from a high altitude.

Kiko jumped high and headed the goal.

Brazilian goalkeeper Taffarel also jumped high, hugging the football with both hands.

The whole audience exclaimed.

He let go.

Although Taffarel hugged the football, but then the football slipped from his hand, Raul fell to grab the point, and Cafu also fell to the ground and slid the shovel.

There was confusion in front of the Brazil goal, and the two fell to the ground.

Where did the ball go?

Everyone was looking, and then they all heard a bang.

It turned out that while Raul was grabbing the point, Cafu's sliding tackle touched the football, the ball was squeezed by the two and bounced out, hit the side net, hit the billboard behind, and bounced back to hit the back of the net .

Guti sighed in disappointment.

What is even more disappointing is that Raul still failed to score such a rare opportunity.

Guti who ran over pulled Raul up and patted him, "It's okay, come again."

Raul shook his head with a wry smile, "It's just a little bit slower..."

"It's okay, I'll still pass the ball."

Guti narrowed his eyes and looked at the Brazilian goalkeeper.

He seems to remember that Brazil's goalkeeper was dubbed the 'drop-off keeper' after the World Cup because of the frequent drop-offs he had on the ball.

Can this be used?

Guti blinked, how about he try again?

The referee gives Spain a corner.

When going to serve the corner kick, Guti and Hierro who ran over to grab the point talked about his thoughts, and Hierro nodded.

Standing in the corner flag area, Guti licked his lips and then raised his hand.

Serve back, highball.

Seeing Guti's gesture, the teammates squeezed into the Brazilian team's goal, pulling to create space for their teammates.

Hierro stood with Enrique at the back point.

The ball was sent out and floated high to this side.

Enrique deliberately bumped forward, squeezing the Brazilian defending Hierro, delaying his take-off time.

Hierro jumps up and slaps the ball with his head.

The ball flew towards the goal and hit the crossbar.

The moment Brazil goalkeeper Taffarel got the rebounded football, he seemed to relax a bit and straddled his shoulders. At this time, Enrique had already rushed forward. Yes, Taffarel was relaxing at the moment The hand loosened, the ball slipped from his hand and landed on his feet, and that was the moment.

Enrique leaned over and rushed to the top.

The moment the ball bounced off the instep, Enrique dived into position, and the ball over his head brushed past Tafarel's legs and entered the net.

At this moment, Taffarel just bent down to catch the ball, but his movements froze in mid-air, and he only saw an extra person under his feet fell in front of him.

"Oh~~~~"

The on-site commentator roared loudly.

The referee blows the whistle for a goal.

Spain scored.

In the 13th minute of the first half, the Spaniard's tactical corner kick was successful.

Guti ran over and saw Hierro just pulling Enrique up, and he jumped on Hierro's back.

Enrique laughed and embraced Hierro.

Guti yelled at him, "How about it, am I handsome, am I handsome?"

"Yes, you are handsome, you are handsome!"

Hierro patted him backhand, and Enrique gave him a blank stare, "My goal."

"I thought of it!!!"

Guti emphasized.

Hierro glared at Enrique, "You don't need to speak."

Enrique stuck out his tongue.

Then they were rushed over by other teammates to suppress them.

1 to 0, the Spanish team leads.

The author has something to say: PS: I won’t post photos on JJ’s side, Bellini is really handsome~~