[Football Fans] Glory

During the intermission, the Spanish players sat in the locker room and listened to the coach's arrangements while cleaning up.

"... Everyone should pay more attention to the opponent's fight. The Norwegian team's fight is very fierce. Be careful not to get hurt..."

Listening to the coach's words, Guti took a hot towel and wiped his sweat vigorously, then took a clean jersey and changed into it.

"Our short pass coordination is not very smooth. You should also pay attention to this aspect, speed up the ball, and don't get too entangled with the opponent..."

The coach was still talking there.

Guti took a sip of the energy drink that Raul handed over.

"It's okay!"

Raul asked in a low voice.

The players of the Norwegian team are tall and have obvious physical advantages, especially their tall defenders. Raul usually just walks in the midfield. As the core of the national team and the club's midfield and frontcourt, he is very closely marked, and naturally consumes a lot of physical energy.

"fine!"

Letting out a long breath, Guti shook his head.

After the coach went out, Guti discussed with his teammates for a while, and the time was almost up.

At the beginning of the second half, the Norwegian team continued their tactic of defending first, then defending and then waiting for an opportunity to counterattack, and at the same time using their physical advantage to attack the Spanish defense. Being intercepted by the Norwegian team made the cooperation unstable, and the success rate of the pass was declining.

At present, it seems that the Spanish team has not made a timely response and is helpless against the Norwegian team's defense.

However, in the 53rd minute, Spanish midfielder Forlan received a kick from his teammate and shot with his left foot 20 meters away. live.

Spain lost a great opportunity.

Then there was the Norwegian team's attack, but their shot was shot out of the baseline by Spanish goalkeeper Molina, a corner kick.

In the 59th minute, the Norwegian team took a corner kick. The midfield rookie Barker from the Premier League Leeds United nodded in front, but Flo at the back post did not keep up in time and the ball flew out.

In the 66th minute, the goalkeeper of the Norwegian team, Mihre, kicked the ball with a big foot. Iverson, who played for Tottenham Hotspur in the Premier League, beat the Spanish goalkeeper Molina and lobbed a header to the goal from the outside of 12 meters into the far corner.

The ball is in.

The Norwegian team leads 1-0.

The cheers of the Norwegian fans sounded at the scene.

The helpless Spanish players stared blankly at their opponents celebrating and cheering, and could only swallow the bitter fruit of poor defense.

"It's okay, let's start over."

Hierro walked over and patted his teammates one by one, and Guti also woke up his teammates in the frontcourt.

"Do it all over again and we'll score."

Being scored made the Spanish coaching staff on the sidelines very disappointed, but seeing the reactions of the players on the field, they felt that it was nothing and there was still a chance.

"Guti has grown very well."

The assistant coach said so to the coach.

Camacho nodded, and silently recalled his old friend's evaluation of Guti - he was indeed not as sharp as his old friend.

Unaware that the coaches on the sidelines were praising him, Guti wiped his face heavily and waved his hands to signal his teammates to stand up quickly and kick-off was about to begin.

After the re-kickoff, the Spanish team sped up their tempo, which made the tempo on the court a lot faster.

Because Spain speeded up and oppressed the Norwegian team's offensive and defensive rhythm, which made the Norwegian team look a little flustered. In order to control the team's formation, the Norwegian goalkeeper Mihre made a mistake. He held the ball in the penalty area for more than 6 seconds. An indirect free kick in the penalty area is awarded.

Chance for the Spaniards.

Guti stood behind the ball, watching the Norwegian team put the wall.

The group of tall players completely blocked Guti's sight of observing the goal here.

Guti thought for a while and called Raul over.

"After I serve, you go to this position to catch the ball and pass it back."

"clear."

Raul nodded and walked away.

It was found that Guti was still standing alone behind the ball, and several players of the Norwegian team were observing Guti except for the players lining up the wall.

Guti took a breath, and after hearing the whistle, raised his thighs high and fell behind slightly, a cross was passed to Raul on the other side.

Raul kicks and shoots.

There was chaos in the penalty area of ​​the Norwegian team, but Raul changed his shot to a pass the moment his toe touched the ball, and the ball was returned to Guti.

Guti kicked a ground curve ball.

This time, Mihre, who was obscured by the chaotic crowd, made a mistake and could only watch helplessly as the football turned around his feet and rushed into the goal.

The goal was scored, 1 to 1, and the Spanish team equalized the score.

The teammates ran over excitedly and hugged Guti. Guti raised his head and smiled slightly, then hugged Raul who ran over first, and slapped him in the face.

Raul rolled his eyes at him.

"What are you afraid of!"

Guti gave this heartless little fox a hard look.

Among the players who jumped up to celebrate on the sidelines, Morun's eyes dimmed.

He knew that Guti was protesting against him, but what could he do?

Beleron beside Moran gave him a strange look, "Moron?"

"what?"

Looking at the teammates who celebrated and dispersed on the field, Belleron said softly, "Are you okay?"

"it's okay no problem……"

Belleron, who entered the national team for the first time, even though he is usually restrained, was excited for a while after hearing that he was selected into the national team. However, after entering the training base, he found that there seemed to be a relationship between his familiar teammates. After some problems, the normally intimate duo of "show love" who were always scolded by Guti turned cold. This is obviously something wrong between them.

Looking at Guti's way of yelling at Morenpi from time to time, Belleron felt that thunder was rolling over his head, as if a family drama that mothers love to watch is being staged-the young couple quarrels, and the wife returns to her mother's house After filing a lawsuit, the mother-in-law threatened her son-in-law...

On the court, the competition between the two sides is fierce, and off the court, a certain two people are sending out their thoughts on different channels.

Only 3 minutes later, Guti got rid of the penalty area horizontally and rubbed shots, but the ball deviated slightly and slipped out of the bottom line.

In the 75th minute, Solskjaer shot a cold arrow 30 yards outside the penalty area. Molina hit the ball with both fists. Flo quickly followed up with a supplementary shot.

The great opportunity was missed, and the Norwegian players couldn't hide the disappointment on their faces.

With the momentum of the Norwegian team slightly reduced, the Spanish team stepped up their attacking power.

In the 79th minute, Enrique rushed forward and went straight to the front of the Norwegian team's half. Salgado, who assisted him, took the ball from the left wing and took the ball from the gap.

This is an obvious foul move.

The referee issued another yellow card.

The Spaniard got another free kick in the frontcourt.

good chance.

Guti's eyes lit up, and he made several gestures to his teammates.

Tactical cooperation.

This time it was Hierro who came up and stood side by side with Guti behind the ball.

After the whistle sounded, Guti ran forward, raised his legs, and the Norwegian team jumped up ahead of time under tension.

But Guti jumped over the ball, and Hierro stepped forward with a heavy shot.

Norway's defender Andersson rushed to block the ball, and the heavy shell bounced off his back. The alert Raul stepped forward and succeeded in grabbing the point.

2 to 1, the Spaniards lead.

At this time, after the referee blew the whistle for the goal to be effective, he blew a timeout.

He ran over to look at the fallen Anderson.

That heavy blow made Anderson's back red a lot, but fortunately it was only a flesh injury, and he got up by himself after panting for a while.

There was applause in the audience.

Players who dare to face heavy artillery bombardment at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour are tough guys.

Thinking about those players whose bones were broken by heavy artillery, everyone can imagine how painful it must be to suffer such a blow.

Moved by Anderson's brave save, the Norwegian team's offensive became fierce again.

In the 82nd minute, Subagen took a corner kick and Molina dropped the ball. Fortunately, Hierro made up for it in time and cleared the ball.

In the 85th minute, Spain's left corner kick.

After Guti kicked off, Norway's defender Blagosta made a header but failed to go far. Kiko followed up with a volley from the outside and missed the post.

In the 89th minute, Guardiola and Guti played a two-for-one cooperation. Unfortunately, Elguera's right-footed shot was too straight and the goalkeeper hugged the ball.

In the 92nd minute, Lopez got the ball in the penalty area and was saved by the goalkeeper. When he followed up with a supplementary shot, Borg flew from the goal line and kicked the ball out of the sideline to make a clearance.

In the 94th minute, Guardiola crossed the penalty area obliquely, and Raul's header went wide of the far post.

With the whistle of the referee, the game is over.

The Spanish team won their first victory with a 2-1 score against their opponents.

On the same day, in another Group A game at the Eindhoven Stadium, Portugal played against England. The self-proclaimed world-class team, the self-confident England team, suffered a serious setback. Leading Portugal 17-2, they were conceded 0 consecutive goals by the Portuguese team in such a good situation, and finally lost 3-2.

"The three carriages of the Portuguese team are really powerful."

After the Spanish players watched the replays of the two games after the game, Guti sighed.

"Yes, although England led 2-0 at the beginning, the whole game was under the absolute control of the Portuguese team. That guy Figo did a really good job at the core."

Hierro nodded.

"Hehe, I heard that Bobby Robson, the famous football coach in England, praised him and called him the best No. 7 player in the world~~"

Guti smiled strangely.

Club teammate Rivaldo of the Brazilian team was interviewed by reporters when he returned home on vacation, but he said that Figo should win Mr. Footballer. Of course, Rivaldo who said this sentence was severely blackmailed by Guti.

"But I like Costa better," Guti pointed to the man on the TV who was holding the ball. "Rui Costa, who plays for Fiorentina, will definitely become a midfielder, and I like his style of play."

"Well, understandable."

Raul nodded.

"What do you mean?"

Belleron asked.

"Look at the looks."

Raul answered very simply, which aroused everyone's laughter.

Belleron, who usually doesn't talk much, was a little talkative today. He asked, "Then Jose shouldn't like Figo more?"

"Figo played for Barcelona."

Raul was calm.

Everyone was laughing wildly, even the teammates from Barcelona were banging the table and laughing.

Guti, who was annoyed by the conversation between the two of them, raised his middle finger at the two of them, "Idiots, shut up!"

The author has something to say: PS: Actually, I am a fan of my mother, really, really~~