[Football Fans] Glory

July 2000, 7, Rotterdam, Rotterdam, Netherlands

The stadium, which can accommodate 5 spectators, is the home of Feyenoord in the Dutch Football League.

In this European Cup, this stadium has successively hosted Group C Spain vs Norway, Group D Denmark vs Netherlands, Group A Portugal vs Germany and a quarter-final.

And today, it is the last game of this European Cup, the championship battle.

Although the Rotterdam home stadium was built in 1937, it has a movable roof and a very good lawn. The overall facilities are quite reasonable and scientific, and this makes the frequent heavy rain in Rotterdam seem less annoying.Historically, this stadium has hosted two Champions League finals. In the Champions Cup final held in 2, Feyenoord's old rival Ajax won the championship here.

In the final, both sides have already announced the starting list early.

Italy's starting lineup is:

Goalkeeper: No. 12 Toldo

Defenders: No. 3 Maldini, No. 5 Cannavaro, No. 13 Nesta, No. 15 Juliano

Midfielder: No. 4 Albertini, No. 11 Pesoto, No. 14 Fiore

Forwards: No. 20 Totti, No. 21 Del Vecchio

Spain starting lineup:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Canizares

Defenders: No. 2 Salgado, No. 4 Guardiola, No. 6 Hierro, 19 Enrique

Midfielder: No. 8 Forlan, No. 14 Guti, No. 16 Mendieta, No. 21 Belleron

Forwards: No. 10 Raul, No. 20 Kiko

In the player channel, the two teams met silently looked at each other, and Hierro greeted Maldini with a smile.

Maldini smiled back, but blinked when he saw Guti standing behind Hierro.

Thinking back to their last Champions League match, the young player taunted Maldini sarcastically, but Hierro muttered inwardly but didn't show his face, and continued to speak official words to his opponent.

Guti, who was caught by Hierro and stood behind him, observed the opponent's lineup with great interest.

At this time, Cannavaro still had thick hair, and he was handsome in a mess. The young master Nei standing behind him was even more beautiful, making people unable to take his eyes off him. Haha, I saw the wolf prince, with a rebellious expression on his face. He was staring at himself!

How stingy, didn't you just laugh at him a few words, I still remember it all the time!

Guti did not reflect on his mistakes at all, and pushed all the responsibilities to the other party.

Oh, I said I forgot something, it turned out to be Nei Shao, Lazio's economy is about to go bankrupt and they are going to sell the captain, um, do you want to intervene?

Forget it, there is still more than a year anyway, remember to play when the time comes~~

Nei Shao, who was being targeted, shivered inexplicably, which attracted the attention of Cannavaro in front of him.

"Alex?"

"fine."

The two were talking in a low voice, and the scene where the two handsome guys were chatting was really beautiful.

Guti was so sad, because Mao didn't have a camera in his hand at this time, it was absolutely meaningful to take pictures.

The referee team in front looked at the time, picked up the football and walked to the field.

Players from the two teams walked past the table where the trophy was placed. Neither of them glanced at it, but they probably wanted it terribly in their hearts.

The two sides entered the venue, sang the national anthem and other procedures and walked in an orderly manner.

When the players from both sides shook hands, Guti, who was walking in second place, shook hands with Totti behind the Italian team, "Underage?"

Guti rolled his eyes at him, "Idiot wolf prince!"

He let go of his hand and walked forward. When he shook hands with Cannavaro, the other party raised his eyebrows, "Little wolf cub?"

Guti glared at him, "Bah!"

It was Nei Shao's turn, and the smiling Nei Shao turned sideways and approached face to face, "Cutie?"

Guti raised his middle finger, "Fart!"

Hierro in front turned around, "Jose?"

Guti blinked aggrievedly, "They bullied me!"

Maldini at the front burst out laughing, and Hierro looked at Guti helplessly, "Be good, don't make trouble!"

The teammate who came from behind patted Guti lightly, "Don't be bullied by the Italians, you can bully them."

"Louis."

Hierro glared at Enrique.

"You're so cute, I'll treat you to a drink later."

Cannavaro smiled.

Guti glanced at him faintly, you are one of the few Italian men who are loyal and good, don't be so flirtatious, okay?

Just when the two sides were about to disperse, Nei Shao unexpectedly stroked Guti's hair, "I can treat you to ice cream."

Hey, you can barely be regarded as one of the representatives of good men, and you have a playboy attitude no matter what.

There was a lot of laughter around, and Guti angrily wanted to put his middle finger up.

Some people say that Italian men are the most eloquent in love, and Iberian men are not inferior to them in this aspect. When the two men met, Guti only felt that if they were shy and introverted, they would not be at all. There is no way to accept this kind of ambiguous answer.

Even him, he is a good man who has lived through thousands of waves, so he won't be tempted by them!

In this atmosphere, the game began.

Today Italy is wearing a white jersey, Spain has drawn the home lottery so they wear their red gold-rimmed home jersey.

In the stands, the heads of state of the two countries came to watch the game today.

Guti murmured to himself, if he lost, his king must have a bad face, so he must win for the king!

After kick-off, the Italian team passed the ball to the wing, and their midfielder Pesotto took the ball forward from the wing.

Fortunately, the Spanish team's defense was very tight, and the ball was soon controlled by the Spaniard, and then he also went to the side to attack.

The game just started, the Italian team played very actively, and the two sides competed near the midfield.

The Spaniards are attacking, and the Italians are also attacking.

Judging from the scene, both sides were indeed very committed and not conservative. The game was quite exciting, which can be heard from the bursts of cheers from the audience.

"Strike, Di Biagio passed the ball..."

The commentary on the sidelines suddenly turned up the voice.

The ball went into the Spanish penalty area and Enrique broke it, but the Italian got a corner.

The atmosphere in the arena was a little tense.

The Italian took a tactical corner kick.

Fortunately, Hierro jumped up and headed the ball out. The flying ball was caught by Mendieta, and he started to counterattack with the ball.

In the 15th minute, Guti, who received a pass from his teammate, hit the Italian defense, but Nesta directly destroyed the ball with a shovel.

Guti, who fell to the ground, patted the lawn, and Nei Shao bent down and stretched out his hand to pull him up.

"hateful!"

Hearing Guti's muttering, Nei Shao smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and patted him, then turned and ran away.

In the 19th minute, Guti dribbled the ball into Italy's wing and made a late pass. Chico headed the goal, but unfortunately the ball hit the post and bounced out.

In the 23rd minute, the Italian dribbled the ball and made a pass from the side. Fortunately, Carney blocked it in time and another corner kick.

Italy took a corner kick, but Totti missed it.

Goal line kick for Spain.

There were several exchanges between the two parties, and no one had a particularly good opportunity.

At this time, it was Belleron of Spain who took the ball on the field. He was not in a hurry to play the ball, but after observing the positions of his teammates and opponents on the field, he transferred the ball to the sideline with a long pass, and Raul received it. When he got the ball, he turned around and cut inside. Unfortunately, when he was about to hit hard, Cannavaro directly tackled him and cut off his connection with his teammates.

Seeing that it was the Italian who intercepted him in the Olympic Games again, Raul puffed up his mouth and glared at his opponent bitterly.

The handsome Italian man grinned.

Guti, who was standing not far away, rolled his eyes and said to Kiko, "Italian man~~"

Kiko smiled without saying a word.

In the 28th minute, the Italian had a chance, but unfortunately the ball was blocked by the Spaniard and then hit the post and was hugged by the goalkeeper.

Totti held his head, unable to believe that such a good opportunity was missed.

Salgado looked at the shooter who was said by Guti to have a super sensitive sense of smell in front of the goal, and the corners of his lips raised.

In the 32nd minute, the Spaniard counterattacked, and Raul, who shot the goal, was once again directly put to the ground by Cannavale.

The referee believed that Cannavaro tackled the ball first, so there was no foul.

Guti ran over and pulled Raul up, looked at the two handsome men over there, and hummed twice.

Although the fans on the sidelines yelled "black whistle" or something, Raul himself knew very well that he was unable to hold back and fell due to inertia, and the opponent did not have vicious thoughts of shoveling.

The players on both sides dispersed and the game continued.

In the 37th minute, Guti organized the frontcourt, adjusted the opponent's defense and broke in. As a result, Albertini also kicked the ball out of the sideline with a shovel.

Hateful Italian defense.

Guti, who got up from the ground, muttered in his mouth, and then signaled his teammates to give him the ball.

"Nice boy!"

Cannavaro in the Italian backcourt touched his bare chin and chatted with Nei Shao.

Nei Shao nodded with a smile, "Very interesting kid."

As a result, Cannavaro glanced at him, "I am the same age as you."

"Really?"

"Of course, Bobo said."

Dainzaghi, who was on the sideline bench, looked at his teammates chatting on the field and turned his head to look at himself, and replied with a question mark inexplicably.

The ball came over, and the two chatting quickly dispersed, and Nei Shao stepped sideways to block the ball from Kiko's feet.

The flying ball was taken by Guti, this time it was a powerful and reasonable collision by Maldini that directly knocked Guti out of the sideline.

Guti, who touched the billboard on the sidelines of his thigh, gritted his teeth and felt pain.

Although the billboards on the sidelines are all made of paper, the superposition of this kind of impact and inertial force will also hurt!

"Are you okay?"

Maldini raised an eyebrow.

Guti glared at him, "Of course it's all right."

"That's good!"

Looking at his back as he turned away, Guti stuck out his tongue and made a face, but was caught by the live broadcast camera.

There was a burst of laughter in the audience.

Only then did Guti realize that his grimace had been photographed, and he stuck out his tongue out of embarrassment.

As a result, after being photographed again, there was a burst of shouts of "so cute" from the sidelines.

Cute ass, cute, I'm not cute at all!

The aggrieved Guti complained in his heart, but he didn't dare to make a messy expression again. If he was photographed again, Captain Hierro would definitely yell at him, and he would repeat the reputation of Real Madrid and so on.

In the 43rd minute, the Italians counterattacked, but their ball was intercepted by Hierro who stepped forward just after passing the midfield.

Hierro pointed in front of him, and his teammates understood his intention, which was to let them strengthen their offensive.

The ball is passed, the forward line is forward, and it hits the Italian defense.

Guti didn't stop the ball after receiving the ball and passed it directly. Belleron stopped the ball with his chest and didn't stop the ball. He passed it across. Mendieta received it and passed it directly. The thigh was lifted up like a real pass. After Mendieta flew the ball in the chest, Hierro stepped forward and shot vigorously.

After passing this lap, the Spaniard did not let the football land at all, and the alley-oop was quite beautiful.

It's a pity that the Italian goalkeeper Toldo flew out and blocked the ball with his body.

"Pity!"

"If this goal is scored, it will definitely be the most beautiful goal in this European Cup."

"It's a pity~~"

The commentators from all walks of life are still lamenting that the goal was not scored, and the whistle for the end of the first half has already been blown on the field.

The author has something to say: PS: I calculated the word count last night, and originally said [-] words can be concluded, but it turned out that it has passed [-] words and I haven’t written the scheduled outline. I’m finished~~