[Football Fans] Glory

As the whistle sounded at the end of the game, the victorious Spaniard celebrated wildly, and behind the winner was the background of the loser.

The tip of his hair was wet with sweat, and Figo, who had a sad and stern face, took off his sweaty jersey silently. He held the jersey in his hand and watched the opponent's singing quietly. The journey is over.

It was supposed to be the time when Portugal's golden generation achieved the most, but they met the Spanish young generation who turned out to be born.

In the broadcast footage, Figo's face was repeatedly rebroadcast, and many commentators were still talking about Portugal's game.

In the broadcast room of the Spanish TV station, the old captain of Real Madrid Sanchez was still sitting. After watching the beautiful performance of the juniors with joy, he felt sorry for this talented but untimely Portuguese.

"Looking at Portugal's European Cup tour, they mainly play traditional offensive football. Their style of play reflects the true charm of football, but unfortunately, what they lack is a courageous spirit..."

After the host asked the question, Sanchez Jr. commented on the performance of the Portuguese team with exclamation.

"...In fact, they have very good shooters, and Gomez is one of them, but they lack a person who can pass the most deadly kick, a core force with firmness, courage and courage. Figo, Lu I Costa and Conceicao are the best midfielders in the world, and Paulo Souza is on the bench. Unfortunately, neither of them can pass the trick that can make the striker stop with a sword. Just look at the stadium In terms of performance, Figo is not worse than Zidane in France, but he is a little worse in the test of effective passing..."

Little Sanchis clicked on the data that appeared at the top of the screen, "Not to mention anything else, just looking at the number of shots taken by the two teams, the Spanish team had nearly [-] effective shots, while the Portuguese team only had six. Looking at this data, I think everyone can understand that it's not that the Portuguese team's striker is weak, and the responsibility for the inability to pass the ball should be on the midfielder..."

Here the old Real Madrid captain is still commenting on the game.

Back at the scene, the Spaniard sang and danced happily in the locker room after the victory. Even when he was taking a bath and changing clothes, some people ran around naked and ran around the room until Captain Hierro roared unbearably. Shout out to these crazy players to stop.

Back at the hotel, the Spanish players who were still in a state of excitement had no way to go back to their rooms quietly. The coaching staff looked at the situation and had to tell them that they could go to the restaurant to celebrate and have fun, but they were not allowed to go out.

So the gang of players started making a fuss in the hotel restaurant

Guti used to be a very lively person, but now he only likes to watch others make trouble, but he doesn't have the emotion of making trouble.

So he held a glass of dark beer, sat on the sofa and looked at the group of teammates who were having fun, and a soft smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He was voted the man of the match in the final and the commentators declared 'he dominated the game' when he just wanted to sit quietly.

"what happened?"

Hierro came and sat beside him and asked.

Looking at the captain's concerned eyes, Guti smiled, "It's too noisy, I want to watch another semi-final match!"

"I also want to see Italy vs. Holland."

Hearing what Guti said, Hierro nodded in agreement.

So the two of them walked to the bar attached to the corner of the restaurant and asked the waiter to find them a channel that broadcast the game.

When the TV was turned on, as the sound came out, the two immediately stared at the screen intently.

At this time, another semi-final has entered the second half.

"Hey, the Italian team is fighting with 10 people?"

Hierro said in surprise after watching for a while.

Guti tried his best to recall his memory of this European Cup, but found that except for some general directions he still had some impressions, most of the details have been blurred.

"Let me see," Guti stared at the scrolling subtitles at the bottom of the screen, "Well, in the 33rd minute of the first half, Zambrotta tripped Zeden, got the second yellow card and was sent off, tsk, God, the Dutchman It's so embarrassing."

"what happened?"

Hierro asked.

"Both penalty kicks missed, God will punish them."

Guti said with certainty.

He suddenly remembered one thing. It was in this European Cup that Italian goalkeeper Toldo became a god. He surprisingly saved six penalty kicks. Since then, Santoldo's name has been resounding in football. .

Seems like something else is going on?

Guti scratched his head, why can't he remember?

"It's all over."

Hierro said.

Players from both teams are on the court, waiting for overtime.

"Italy is a typical slow-heating team. Their offensive was obviously strengthened in the second half, but it was a pity that they were just blooming and not fruitful. I think Toldo's momentum has come up, and the Dutch probably have nothing to do."

Guti pointed to the picture on the screen and said.

"why?"

Guti was startled by a sudden voice behind him.

Looking back, the team members who had been making a fuss over there had gathered around, and after hearing what Guti said, it was Raul who questioned him.

"How should I put it, Toldo was amazing in this game. Facing the ten-man Italian who was sent off, the Dutchman took two penalties and failed to score. One goes up and down. I think the Dutchman is really good. Not that life."

"champion?"

Learn about Guti's Raul interface.

"Yes."

Guti snapped his fingers.

"What about Portugal? The same?"

Belleron asked suddenly.

Today's game is also very stimulating to him. His performance in the European Cup is not bad, but in general, he is still inferior to Guti, a guy who changed his career from a striker to play a midfielder. How can he enter the national team? One person has no strength, but Guti obviously made his debut as a forward full of aura, but he played in the midfield with great glory. Inexplicably, Belleron admired him and also felt a little envious.

"Portugal!"

Overtime has already started on TV, but a group of teammates here are waiting for Guti to comment on today's opponent.

"how to say?"

Guti thought for a while, "If we compare the entire Portuguese team to a football giant, then Rui Costa is his brain and dominates the destiny of the entire team; Figo is his heart and the source of motivation; goalkeeper Baia and Jorge Costa at the back are the solid legs that this giant can stand on; Gomez and João Pinto are the hands that can beat this giant. But if it weren't for Paulo So If Sa is in a sluggish state, he should be the heart of the Portuguese giant, and now this heart has failed. Figo and Consicao should have been the key elbows that allowed the giant to move his hands flexibly to launch an attack. As a result, Figo But he had to be transformed into the key of the whole team. He became the target of all opponents. As long as you stare at him, the giant's hands can no longer knock down the opponent flexibly. Although the Portuguese giant is powerful, it is half disabled now. Although it still looks strong, it is a pity that there is no support to go all the way.”

"If you say that," Hierro mused, "it makes sense. It can be seen from today's game that Figo is very good, but it's a pity that he can only focus on one side. Portugal is not flexible when staring at him. Rui Costa is very good. Strong, but it is useless if the command and order are not conveyed well..."

He glanced at Guti.

This junior is getting more and more powerful, sometimes even he can hardly keep up with his train of thought.

Perhaps this is the uniqueness of genius?

"It's time for a penalty kick."

While they were chatting, the game on TV had gone into a penalty shootout.

"It looks like the Netherlands is really dead."

Enrique shook his head.

Although Italy has lost a lot of penalty kicks, the same is true for the Dutch team. Both of them have no strengths in this regard.

But today the Italian goalkeeper Toldo really went crazy, and the energy of saving penalty kicks one after another made it impossible for the opponents on the field to face.

The goalkeeper of the Dutch team, van der Sar, is top-notch, but it is a pity that he met Toldo who can make a god.

"Ah yes!"

Guti slapped the table as Toldo saved the Dutch penalty and the Italian scored.

The teammates who were startled by his action looked at him one after another, "What's the matter?"

"Excuse me."

Guti remembered, it seems that after this European Cup, Juventus spent a lot of money to recruit Buffon, and Juventus goalkeeper Van der Sar naturally refused to stay for Buffon as a substitute, so he was angrily After the transfer, it turned out that no one wanted the Dutch international. His parent team, Ajax, was only willing to pay 350 million yuan to buy him back. Juventus felt very dissatisfied. We bought him from you in three years At that time, it cost 1000 million yuan, but in the end, you only bought it for such a small amount, and you didn’t sell it.

The sad van der Sar finally had to leave the Premier League to Fulham, which offered 450 million yuan, and was later scooped up by Ferguson, who was looking for a goalkeeper all over the world, and started his second career since then.

Of course, the focus is not on this, but because of Buffon's transfer, which led to Van der Sar's transfer, which also affected Toldo's transfer, and also involved Peruzzi. The important thing is that Zidane switched from Juventus to Real Madrid! ! !

Uh, but Qi Zu can't come to Real Madrid this time!

If Real Madrid didn't buy Qi Zu, Juventus would have no money to buy Buffon. If Buffon can't come to Juventus, Van der Sar won't be let go. In Sa's words, Ferguson's new Manchester United building plan is missing a link-by the way, the lovely Ronaldo has already been scooped up by him in the Real Madrid bowl, so will the flying boot incident happen again?

Guti wrestled his wolf paws to calculate the causal relationship, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Jose, you are right, the Dutch really don't have this life."

Raul pats him.

As soon as Guti looked up, it was the end of the game, and Italy beat the Netherlands 3-1 on penalties.

"Our opponents are Italians."

Hierro stood up.

"Italy!"

Guti also stood up, "This opponent is not easy to fight at all!"

"Yes!"

Enrique stretched his waist, "Go back and rest!"

"Let's go!"

The author has something to say: PS: I really don't hate Alan, but Alan always fails to live up to expectations, what can I do!Spread your hands~~