[Football Fans] Glory

During the half-time break, Guti lay on the bench and asked the team doctor to spray his legs with slow-release medicine mist. The other teammates also asked many assistants to help relax their muscles, but half of their physical energy was exhausted.

Argentina put too much pressure on them.

Although the Spanish team is now leading by one goal, in a football match, a score of one to zero is the least insurance-they are not the Italian team.

In the locker room on the other side, Redondo took a shower calmly, took care of himself calmly, and calmly ignored his friend's eye tracking.

"Pretend, let him pretend!"

Batty made a contemptuous expression.

Zanetti at the side looked at him, then at the big brother, covered his face with a towel, and resolutely refused to participate in the rivalry between the two big brothers.

Until Redondo took care of himself and walked over, Batty purposely leaned on him and put his arms around his shoulders.

"Smile if you feel happy!"

Redondo pushed his arm away with a look of disgust, "It stinks!"

"Smelly? This is the smell of a man."

Barty looked proud.

Zanetti, who heard the two talking, looked up, and he felt that Redondo's face turned dark.

Argentine coach Basile is a very mild-tempered man. Although the team is currently behind, even he doesn't think it is very important. The Argentines never care about being behind, because all they want is victory.

"Fernando."

Basile let out a cry.

Redondo shook off Batty and walked over, "Sir!"

"I'm going to make a substitution in the second half..."

After hearing the coach's intention, Redondo nodded silently.

In a way, Redondo, who is the core of the team, is not the kind of player who can stand up to the coach like some ball bullies, but once he becomes stubborn, it is more troublesome than many ball bullies. ——Think about how he was recruited by the national team coach at the time when he was less than 20 years old. As a result, he refused the call because he had no time for the exam. After 'Governor' Bianchi, he simply completely delegated power and let Redondo take control of the team, so this Argentine national team came all the way easily.

So when he was about to change when the team fell behind, he had to have a chat with Redondo first.

"...In the first half of the game, the Argentine team had the upper hand, but it was the Spanish team that scored the goal."

"Yeah, but that's how football games are. Sometimes the winning team doesn't score, and sometimes the team that doesn't have the upper hand wins the game. Sometimes it only takes one star's flash of inspiration to change the situation..."

"Guti can show his true nature of one-hit kill every time when it is critical. It is also possible to call him Mr. Key."

"Haha, yes, Guti's lore is not once or twice, but many times..."

The second half of the game is about to start, and players from both teams have already walked out.

Redondo, who came to the sidelines, looked at Guti.

Guti, who also took care of himself cleanly, made a grimace at Redondo.

This young man who is about to turn 26 always makes people feel that he is like the legendary Peter Pan in the book at any time. He always has an innocent and pure temperament, coupled with an outstanding appearance. , so that people will always be attracted to him involuntarily.

So Redondo smiled.

And when the two stood on the sidelines of the court and looked at each other, the broadcast camera zoomed in, capturing the expressions of the two very clearly.

Guti's childish grimace, Redondo's gentle smile, and the shot of the two of them reaching out and clapping their palms together, coupled with the 360-degree full-view shooting, the two players are at their golden age and their personal temperament is peerless. It is understandable that this scene became the most memorable scene of this World Cup.

"I will win."

The moment he stepped onto the court, Redondo said.

After hearing what he said, Guti shuddered inexplicably.

The whistle sounded and the ball flew.

As soon as the Spaniard passed the ball, Tristan was about to turn around with the ball when he felt a force behind him staggering him and lost the ball.

Turning his head, he saw the big number 5 on the back of the blue and white jersey fluttering in the wind.

"Redondo!!!"

On the court, there was a high-pitched roar.

Yes, that's Redondo. He squeezed the opponent away with a strong body that people can't imagine, and directly intercepted the ball and dribbled away.

The Spaniards all tensed up.

Hierro, who knew his teammates, rushed over quickly, and Enrique shouted loudly, asking his teammates to cooperate with the siege to fill the position.

This is an opponent who dare not relax for a moment even with a three-man double team.

With his head held high, facing the siege of his club teammates, Redondo turned and collided, and then crossed Hierro. Enrique, who rushed to fill the position, paused, because Redondo hooked the football with his toes. He stabbed out from between his legs, and used his strong body to push Enrique around half a circle. Redondo's ankle swung, and somehow the football turned back to his underfoot.

"Pretty!"

The narrator was amazed.

But Redondo's performance was not over yet. Puyol, who made up for the replacement, made a tackle. Redondo caught the ball with both feet and jumped in the air before passing the ball. After jumping over the opponent's tackle, Redondo After receiving a pass back from Veron, a simple two-to-one pass was made like flowing clouds and flowing water, so light and elegant.

The young Spanish goalkeeper Iker Casillas' immature face was tense. He bent down and stared at the opponent seriously.

In the club, Redondo was the core of the defense in the first team. At that time, Casillas felt that as long as Redondo was standing in front of him, any attacking group would not make him nervous. Becoming an enemy more often, his whole body was trembling, he couldn't tell whether he was nervous or excited, but the only thing he knew was to go all out.

The Spaniard, who was fully retreating, was messed up by Redondo alone. At this time, Redondo pushed the ball and the ball flew towards Batty who was rushing over.

Batty, the god of war, burst out from the middle, his thick thighs raised high, and heavy artillery.

The football that broke through Iker Casillas' palms hit the net directly, and fell off after turning around the net a few times.

This shot made the audience quiet for a second before bursting into applause like a storm.

"It's so easy..."

A commentator muttered, but forgot the microphone in front of him, and everyone heard his exclamation.

The Spaniard was silent.

They tried their best to score a goal under the inspiration of the star, but the opponent just passed their player easily, so it was easy to score a goal.

After scoring the goal, Batty raised his head and roared, then turned around and ran excitedly in front of Redondo—he reached out and gave the calm Redondo a high-five before hugging excitedly with the other teammates who ran over. Together.

Guti, who was aggrieved by the opponent's goal, sighed faintly after watching Batty's series of reactions after scoring the goal.

"José!"

Raul called him.

Guti turned to look at him, "Did you see it?"

"what?"

Raul looked puzzled.

Guti, who was watching for a few seconds, turned his head resentfully, and had nothing to say to this fool.

"That's not possible!"

The middle circle kicked off again, and Guti scratched his head in distress.

Their tactics can't be played at all under the crazy attacking group of the Argentines and the strength of the midfield and backcourt. What can they do?

The Argentine team in his memory didn't have such an awesome midfielder-it's just that there was one more Redondo, and the change was so big!

To create such a big enemy for myself, it's really fucking... strong enough!

Guti, who was holding the ball, walked slowly forward from the middle, and made a gesture of attacking from the side with one hand behind him.

The Spaniard started to run, Guti's head drooped slightly, seemingly only staring at the ball under his feet, the ball was spinning under his feet, and then suddenly accelerated.

Simeone, who was on the way, was surprised because he saw Guti who raised his head and smiled at him, but the ball under his feet was gone.

From the top of the court, with a panoramic lens, it can be seen that Guti crossed the ball with the outside of his foot the moment he met Simeone.

The high-flying football flew from the middle to the sideline. A Spanish player ran forward and unloaded the ball with his feet, and continued to run with the ball.

When encountering Argentina's strong defense, Mendieta did not make more moves with the opponent, he immediately made a long pass to transfer.

Drive directly from this sideline to the vicinity of another sideline.

Enrique received the ball, turned and withdrew, and the ball was passed back to Guti's feet.

Guti, who was catching the ball, was just about to take the ball, but he caught the ball alertly and hooked it back.

Because Redondo is directly in the way he wants to play the ball.

Damn it, it's fucking annoying to have an opponent who knows you so well.

The surrounding air seemed to be at a standstill, and the ball under Guti's feet was rolling gently. Between his feet, he did not dare to relax at all, because if he relaxed a little, the man in front of him might break the ball away.

Redondo walked beside Guti, and the two of them had no physical contact, but everyone knew that the situation between them would be broken in just the blink of an eye.

Guti stretched out his tongue unconsciously and licked his lips. He licked the sweat from himself, which was a little salty.

The lights of the stadium made it as incandescent as daylight, and the blue eyes in the lens were shining.

Redondo's face was calm, and the aura emanating from his whole body was so quiet. He moved around Guti slowly with his movements, as if a hunter who was ready to hunt was staring at his prey and was about to strike. .

In about a few seconds, Guti staggered his feet and turned around.

Redondo just stepped forward and hit the other side of Guti's turn with his body.

The force of the collision between the two bounced back, causing them to take a step back at the same time.

However, the ball flew.

Redondo turned his head and glanced at the flying ball. Obviously, at the same time he hit Guti, his club teammate passed the ball.

"Very smart."

Hearing his evaluation, the corners of Guti's lips twitched.

Now he fully understands that although Redondo has a high golf IQ, his EQ is only 20 at most.

"Have you ever tested your EQ?"

Guti, who was full of displeasure, gave Redondo a blank look and ran away.

The football is at the feet of his teammates, and he is still rushing to meet his teammates, so he is too lazy to chat with this guy whose EQ is so low that he is mentally retarded.

"?"

Lei Dongdo froze for a moment and ran after him.

Although there was no goal in this attack, the Spaniard got a corner kick.

The atmosphere in the audience suddenly became tense, and everyone looked at Guti who was walking towards the corner flag area.

But at this moment, a substitution card was raised on the sidelines, and the Argentine team requested a substitution.

Exit No. 11 Veron and enter No. 21 Cargienia.

"Wow, Argentina dropped a midfielder and put in a striker, they're going to play four strikers."

"Can the Spanish team cope with the impact of the four forwards..."

"Let's look at the corner first..."

Guti, who was stared at by the audience, twitched the corners of his lips, please, even I can't score every shot with such a difficult angle at zero angle, please don't stare at me with such eyes, please!

Guti's corner fell behind and Hierro headed home.

It's a pity that the ball was pushed out by Chamott, and the ball flew to the middle circle.

Seeing the person who got it, Guti shouted loudly, "Return to defense!"

It was Kaguinha who had just played to get the ball.

Although he is already a veteran, the speed of Zonda has not dropped much. His speed with the ball is not inferior to that of many speed players in his day. He runs in the wind, and his speed makes his long hair fly in the air. Then, blue and white set sail in the wind.

Until the naughty elf rushed into the white net under the leadership of the wind, the raging wind did not stop. He stretched his arms and galloped across the field. The elf, proved himself by scoring goals, for all the injustice and pain, he can still run, he is the blue and white wind elf, he is the son of the wind.

Putting his hands on his waist, Guti shook his head slightly.

This is a respectable opponent, and it is also the opponent he found for himself.

It's very uncomfortable to be scored, but seeing the wonderful performance of Zifeng, I feel infinitely moved in my heart.

After celebrating with his teammates, Kaguinha came over with a bright smile on his face.

Guti raised his eyebrows, wouldn't he?

Carginia, who walked in front of him, put his arm around and kissed him directly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The audience was screaming, both Argentines and Spaniards, including neutral fans and broadcasters.

Guti, who was no longer able to get angry, patted Kagunia, "Please, I don't want to be a traitor."

Kagunia with bright eyes pressed his forehead against Guti's, "You know, I thank you!"

"Hehe, it's fine if you thank me, if you really thank me, let me win!"

Guti said weakly.

"That won't do!"

Kagina laughed heartily.

"hateful!"

Enrique yelled.

Hierro rolled his eyes helplessly.

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2 to 1, Argentina leads.

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