[Football Fans] Glory

June 6 (Saturday) South Korea - Gwangju

2002 World Cup quarter-finals

spain v italy

On this day, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature was around [-] degrees, which was a bit hot.

"Why do you want to start the game at noon!"

Raul, who was a little wilted by the scorching sun, leaned on Guti's shoulder and sighed.

"it's too hot!"

Reaching out to push him away, Guti couldn't help but looked up at the sky.

Damn Koreans, they are so annoying.

Although the start time of the game was not set by the Koreans, they certainly did not plan to find a good time for these players who wanted to play-in fact, this is a problem with FIFA, in order to give fans in the European region a place to watch the game. time.

Especially now that the host country has been eliminated, hum!

Guti Piya.

"Go back quickly, the warm-up is over."

Hierro yelled.

The players of the Spanish team heard this and immediately returned to the locker room.

Hierro looked up at the weather. He was not used to the game at noon. This period should be a lunch break for the Spanish players, and they couldn't adjust physically and mentally.

Today's game must be very difficult to play.

When the staff informed them to go out and prepare, the Spanish players met their opponents, the Italian team, in the channel.

Vieri, who was at the peak of his glory, laughed and walked over.

"Stop for me."

It's shameful that a group of unprogressive teammates around him dispersed one after another, leaving Guti alone in front of the artillery fire.

Big Bear hugged Guti so hard that he almost rolled his eyes.

After seeing a person out of the corner of his eye, Guti shouted, "Pipo, stop for me."

The delicate Da Yin walked over with a smile on his face, and kicked the big bear hard, "Let go!"

Da Xiong muttered something obediently let go, Da Yin stretched out his arms and hugged Gu Di, "Are you okay?"

"What do you say?"

Guti glared at him angrily.

Since they met at the Olympics, they have been talking on the phone every month, chatting, gossip, cursing paparazzi, and getting along very happily.

However, after the European Cup and the awards ceremony that year, Guti got a better understanding of these Italians. Regardless of how gentlemanly they are on the surface, they are unrestrained libertines in their hearts. ) - even Panucci, who was his teammate at the club for just one year.

"Oh, don't be like that, Bobo just likes you!"

Da Yin smiled and kissed Guti's cheek slightly, and explained for Jiyou.

"Pooh!"

Although he used to be dissolute, but compared to these Italians, he was indeed on a lower level.

Guti touched his cheek, wondering if he needed to resist, but the handsome Nei Shao came over and gave him a face-to-face salute without hesitation, and then watched Cannavaro come over and kiss him.

"Sure enough, Bobo is right."

Like some kind of bad ritual, the Italian players came over and kissed Guti left and right.

Even Maldini, who was scolded by Guti, did the same.

This time, Guti's whole body was stiff.

Seeing that his former teammate was bullied by his teammates from the national team, he couldn't react. Panucci, who was still loyal, came over and snatched him out of Da Yin's arms, and asked amusedly:

"Jose, are you okay?"

As for the Spanish team, their teammates were 'molested' by their opponents if they didn't pay attention. Do you want to fight?

Hierro felt that his heart had been broken into dregs——since Guti joined the team, why did the people around him, no matter if they were old acquaintances or new opponents, behaved more and more strangely? It's not scientific anymore.

Guti was so angry that he had no strength left, so he hugged Panucci helplessly, "Forget it, don't bother with them."

"Haha, that's fine!"

Panucci smiled heartily.

Guti's blue eyes flashed: I will take good care of you on the court!

"God!!!!"

"Goodie!!!!!!!!!"

Just 5 minutes into the game, countless commentators were already screaming loudly.

On the court, Guti, who is now half-haired with blond hair, stretched his arms in the sun and galloped along the sideline of the court.

The bright blond hair flies in the air while running, and the bright blue eyes make people feel that they can see the sky in Guti's eyes.

"World wave! This is a world wave!!!"

The Spanish commentator roared loudly, matching the wild shouts from the scene, making the whole studio go crazy.

Spain's starting lineup for this game:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Ike Casillas

Defenders: No. 2 Curro Torres No. 5 Carles Puyol No. 6 Fernando Hiero No. 21 Luis Enrique

Midfielders: No. 8 Ruben Baraja No. 16 Gasca Mendieta No. 17 Juan Valeron No. 14 Jose Guti

Forwards: No. 7 Raul Gonzalez No. 11 Francisco Depedro

Italy starting lineup:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Buffon

Defender: No. 2 Panucci No. 3 Maldini Jr. (captain) No. 5 Cannavaro No. 13 Nesta

Midfielder: No. 8 Gattuso, No. 10 Totti, No. 16 Di Livio, No. 19 Zambrotta

Forward: No. 7 Del Piero No. 21 Vieri

At the beginning of the game, because Hierro guessed and lost, he got the kick-off right.

Mendieta, who kicked off the ball in the middle circle, pushed the ball lightly and handed it to Vereron who split the side. Vereron took the ball two steps and passed the ball to Guti.

Guti, who dribbled forward, entered the half of the Italian team and directly faced Di Livio from the center.

Guti didn't stick the ball and passed the ball back to Belleron, who passed it diagonally to Mendieta.

Mendieta passed back to Guti.

The triangular pass back and forth in the midfield was slowly advancing. The Italians were not careless. The strong defenders scattered in the half were all staring at them, but they were not in a hurry to intercept them. However, Guti did not intend to hold the ball for a long time, so he took advantage of it Looking at the space in the Italian defense, he looked up at Buffon on the other side.

Because of the distance and the start of the game, although Buffon was vigilant, he stood slightly forward and stood near the goal line.

Guti didn't say a word, accelerated and blasted the goal with all his strength.

This is the reason for this world wave.

The Italian goalkeeper Buffon, known as the "flower cloth" in later generations, looked back at the football still spinning in the goal in disbelief.

The roar of the audience, the dumbfoundedness of countless people, and Guti's flying flying on the court.

"I have always thought that although Guti is powerful, his body is not particularly strong. Now I think I have read it wrong..."

A narrator exclaimed.

Guti's public information is as follows: He is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 77 kilograms.

"you sure?"

asked a hostess.

"Well, let me see..."

"This seems to be from a few years ago."

Starting from this ball, many commentators began to look at Guti's information. Such a powerful long-range shot is impossible based on Guti's external information!

"It seems that everyone has been using previous information. The new information released before the World Cup shows that Guti's current weight is, uh, 82 kg? Hey, how is this possible?"

As soon as this information was released, many people turned to look at Guti who was on the court.

No matter how you look at it, I think he is very thin!

It's white, tender, and more delicious... Sorry, something seems to have gotten in here.

Even now that the Italian has regained one point, everyone doesn't take it seriously and is still gossiping about Guti's weight.

"Why is it a bit cold?"

Guti muttered as he waited for the kickoff.

"Are you OK?"

Belleron, who was standing not far away, looked over.

Guti waved his hands, "It's all right."

I always feel like I'm being stared at by a lot of eyes, sir, I'm so cute!

(Tianyin: Master 14, you have such a thick skin!)

The author has something to say: PS: Why write a competition again! ! !