[Football Fans] Glory

The day after the first semi-final, on June 6, the second semi-final of the World Cup was held in Osaka, Japan, Brazil against Germany.

Although Germany made it to the semi-finals safely all the way, when facing Brazil, a strong enemy, they finally lost 2-0.

The Spanish team, which lost the game but stayed to play the third or fourth place competition, watched the game collectively in the conference room of the collapsed hotel.

Although not as Guti remembered, it was still Brazil who beat Germany to reach the final.

It must be that Brazil won Germany and made the Germans too suffocated, so 12 years later, in 2014, the Germans kicked the Brazilians seven times.

Guti pondered silly thoughts, with an odd smile on his face.

"Jose?"

Belleron pulled him, Guti turned his head, "What?"

"Are you OK!"

The expression on Guti's face just now was really strange, are you still sad about yesterday's game?

"It's okay, nothing!"

Realizing that Belleron might have misunderstood something, Guti was not interested in explaining, and stretched lazily, "Go back and rest!"

Feeling that Guti was not energetic, Belleron thought for a while, "Would you like to play a game, I have bought it."

"Ha, didn't the sir say that you are not allowed to play games in the room? You are a good boy who violated discipline?"

Guti smiled.

"I bought it on the street that day, and brought it to my brother's child, but we can also play with it!"

Beleron pursed his lips and smiled.

"No, go back and rest, and have a fight with the Germans!"

Guti touched Belleron's head, thanking him for wanting to comfort him.

A little embarrassed, Belleron smiled shyly.

After returning to the room, Guti lay on the bed, flipping through the text messages on his mobile phone. Summer, Morientes, his parents and brothers, Arancha and friends in China, the players from various countries he had known over the years and the gang of Serie A Big hooligans, damn it, just looking at the text messages from the Argentines makes people angry-when the new season starts, sir, I will definitely find someone to cover your sack, hum!

Although the level of the Spanish national team has gradually improved in recent years, compared with the current Argentine team, the overall strength is still much worse. A large part of the reason why the former Argentine team was weak every time it came to the big game is that They lack a core, and the players play on their own. No coach or captain can hold back these talented and talented players. His skills are amazing but he has no absolute control in the national team, whether it is on the field or in the management of the players, so even if he has won countless individual awards, his honor at the national level prevents him from being recognized as the third with confidence. The world champion, until Guti died in his last life, Messi's status in football was only a superstar, and Ronaldo was at the same level as him.

Entering the new century, and many years after the first two ball kings have passed away, no one has been able to reach the level of the ball king.

In this life and present life, Guti’s view on his future is that maybe he can reach the level of a superstar in this life, such as Qi Zu’s level, and there is no need to think about the king of the ball. He is not the kind of dominant star, even if he is skilled. In terms of deterrence, it can be achieved, but in terms of deterrence, it is really impossible. Just like yesterday's game, if it was Pele or Maradona back then, they could achieve the result of beating a team by one person, but he couldn't do it. arrive.

"poor!"

Turning over, Guti was lying on the bed, and he didn't know how to evaluate himself or get angry.

On June 6, the match between the two semi-final defeated hapless Spain and Germany was held in Daegu, South Korea.

Perhaps it was the reality of being defeated that made the two teams lack confidence. The overall game played by the two teams was dull, and the hosts of the telephone stations in various countries who broadcast the game couldn't help but say that it was a game that could hypnotize people.

In the end, Spain won the game 1-0 with a goal from Guti and won the third place.

But in competitive competitions, apart from the champion, no one even remembers the runner-up, let alone No.3.

After the game, Sammer called Guti and told Guti that he decided to accept the appointment of the German Football Association as the director of the German youth training, trying to rebuild the German youth training system and completely eradicate the German football boss status quo.

This news is much earlier than Guti remembers, and it seems that his arrival has brought a lot of changes to the world.

Their match was over, the national team was disbanded on the spot, and Guti was going straight to Yokohama, Japan with the ticket for the final.

And with him are Raul, Belleron, Hierro, Enrique and others, and they all plan to go to the final.

"I have the ticket that Fernando gave me."

Ye Luo smiled very simple and honest.

Guti yelled, "Traitor, traitor!!!"

Enrique looked at the ticket in his hand, wondering if he should tell Guti that this ticket was also given by Redondo.

"Fernando didn't send you a ticket?"

Hierro also asked Guti with a puzzled look on his face.

The golden hair on the top of Guti's head stood up in anger, "I didn't want it!"

His words can be said to be decisive and straightforward.

"Don't be so petty."

Ye Luo also earnestly persuaded his successor that as the future captain, he must be tolerant and generous, not to be so narrow-minded and so on.

He was so wordy that Guti's scalp was about to explode.

The other teammates who wanted to travel together just laughed, and no one came to help him.

These bastards!

The aggrieved Guti finally caught Hierro's silence and yelled, "My ticket was given by Kaguinia."

Uh?

Everyone looked over.

Guti snorted twice, "Hmph, who said I must give Redondo the ticket, I don't only know him."

"By the way, I forgot to ask you, how did you know Carginia, and he still treats you like that..."

Mentioning this, Raul, the gossip man, rushed over immediately, grabbed Guti and shook him to death.

"Enough, enough, you bastard!"

Guti grabbed Raul, and the two fought in a melee.

Seeing how they wrestled together, Hierro sighed, "I should be glad that this is in the room, otherwise it would be a shame."

Enrique shrugged, "Even if they are outside, they will not restrain themselves."

"So I should be glad that I am about to step down as the captain, and I don't have to worry about them anymore!"

Hierro sighed again.

"Why, have you decided?"

Enrique asked.

"Well, I have made up my mind. I will announce my withdrawal from the national team when I go back, and I will play for the club with all my strength in the future, and then..."

Although he said he had thought about it, when it came to this, Hierro still had a complicated mood.

Guti, who was wrestling with Raul, looked up, "Captain?"

"Ok?"

"Are you really going to retire?"

"Yeah, it's time to retire."

Hierro, who is 33 years old this year, can still play as a defender for several years, but he will be 37 years old by the next World Cup. It is estimated that it is no longer possible to be selected for the national team. Now the Spanish national team is imperative. , A veteran of his age should also make way for the players below, just like their predecessors.

Enrique, who is two years younger than him, lowered his eyes. He will be 35 years old in the next World Cup. This age is still the right age for many healthy defenders, but his serious injury the year before last made his physical fitness in the past two years It has begun to decline, maybe it is not obvious, but he can feel his body's declining physical strength to tell himself that he will soon be caught up by the younger generations, and he will become an abandoned generation.

Instead of being declared no longer needed, it is better to consciously withdraw yourself!

Thinking of this, Enrique not only clenched his fists, he was unwilling, really unwilling!

"Louis?"

Hierro pushed Enrique in despair.

Enrique turned his head to look at his old friend, the corners of his lips curled up, "Fair, I can't do it anymore, why don't I go back with you!"

"Hey!"

Startled, Hierro took his arm.

Enrique pretended to laugh heartily, "I can't kick anymore, I'd better give way to the little guys consciously!"

"Louie, you're only 31 years old."

shouted Hierro.

Hearing Ye Luo's surprised voice, all the young people in the room stopped, and they looked over in confusion.

Enrique looked at those youthful faces. They were in the period of rising player level, and their youth was enviable.

"Louis?"

Guti raised his eyebrows, "What did you just say?"

"nothing!"

Enrique smiled, "I said I would quit the national team with Fer."

"what?"

Raul exclaimed.

"Don't shout, you have to fight hard. I heard that there are a few young people in Barcelona who have gradually secured their positions as the main players in the first team. In the future, you will fight for the country with them in the national team. Don't be taken by the Barcelona gang. I have the upper hand!"

Enrique said it very seriously.

Looking at his expression, Guti recalled the Enrique in his memory after he transferred to Barcelona. Every time he faced Real Madrid, he would be cold-eyed with hostility, and even once in the national derby. Hierro made a big fight, but it was Buyo, the veteran of the Real Madrid team, who stepped forward to stop him and suppressed him. He left Real Madrid with hatred and Enrique who is now standing in front of himself and said that you must work hard not to be dominated by Barcelona. , Which one is the Enrique he knows?

Guti shook his head, a little amused by his sentimentality, the self here, and Enrique in front of him, are real!

"how?"

Enrique looked at the dazed Guti suspiciously.

"It's nothing, Louis, don't quit so early, at least the European Cup in two years..."

Before Guti finished speaking, Enrique stretched out his hand to stop him, "Needless to say, I know my body, it is already very difficult to cope with the club's two-line battle, let alone the national team, let's give up early !"

There was self-mockery on his face, nostalgia after deep exhaustion, but more relief.

Enrique used to be young and energetic, full of temper, he was paranoid and couldn't listen to anyone's words, but here, although he is stubborn and stubborn, he has good friends by his side and knows tolerance, although he has nostalgia, but he thinks it through to give up.

Guti thinks that he likes such a shrewd but transparent Enrique—of course, if he doesn't like to carry him with himself so much, he will like him more.

Finding that my friend really thought so, Hierro didn't say much, "Sir, I said before that the national team needs to be replaced. Once Louis and I quit, I think Nadal of Barcelona will also quit. There will be a lot fewer veterans this year, and the three of us will retire again," Hierro thought for a while, "At the national team level, there are no veterans who can suppress you at present. If the next captain only cares about honor, Jose, there is only is you."

Guti laughed, "No matter how many personal honors there are, the captain doesn't care about this."

Messi is a grand slam of personal honor, and he continued to play for several years. As a result, how many people in the team would listen to him when he was the captain of Argentina?

This is the most unsafe thing to do.

"What are you laughing at?"

Hierro looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing, I just feel like I can't overwhelm other people."

"Will not."

Hierro waved his hand, "After the replacement of the national team, among the younger generation, you not only have more personal honors, but also the one who has performed the best in the country in the past few years. You are also considered a veteran in the national team. Compared with your seniority, we are now eliminated from the team. No one is as good as you other than a few old guys, in the final analysis we players still depend on strength, if strength is strong enough, no one can surpass you."

The Spanish national team is always led by Real Madrid and Barcelona in turn. Guti has been in the club's deputy team for several years, and his qualifications are also underwhelming. No newcomer dares to challenge him, let alone the coach Still from Real Madrid, smarter people will not take the initiative to stand out. As long as Guti performs well in the game, no one will dare to provoke trouble.

However, if Guti becomes the captain of the national team, then the club...

Hierro hesitated.

He is the captain in the national team, but he is only the deputy team in the club. Although no one dared to say anything about it in these years, it is also because Enrique has a good relationship with him, but it is not suitable for Guti. .

"Louis..."

Hierro turned his head to look at Enrique, he didn't know if he should have a good talk with Enrique about this issue.

Enrique became the captain because of special reasons at the time. At that time, the father told him very clearly that the condition for keeping Enrique was not only a salary increase, but also Enrique's respect for himself in the team. Dissatisfaction with status. Some people in the upper management said that Enrique was not important. Hearing the rumors, Enrique felt very uncomfortable. This was the fundamental reason why his agent wanted to raise his salary. He wanted to know the club Is it true that he doesn't value him? At that time, Enrique still had the paranoid and stubborn temper, and he was ready to transfer and leave if he couldn't say well.

Therefore, when the old man talked to him, he said that the old captain gave up. Everyone was optimistic about Hierro's succession, but Enrique's question made the old man hesitate. There is no way to say it directly, he can't say that Guti told him that Enrique will go to Barcelona after leaving, not only increased the combat power of Barcelona, ​​but also became the sworn enemy of Real Madrid!

Hierro was very happy, and said straightforwardly that it was okay, he was no problem as the vice team, so Enrique passed him and became the captain of Real Madrid.

But Hierro was already the captain of the national team at that time. At the national team level, Hierro has more seniority than Enrique, and his connections and prestige are much higher.

Noticing Hierro's hesitant eyes, Enrique froze for a moment, "What's the matter?"

"Well," Hierro frowned, "if Jose..."

His words stopped, so let's not talk about it now, let's talk about it after Enrique has completely calmed down about his withdrawal after watching the game!

Enrique, who watched Hierro stop and change the subject, thought for a while, and he probably understood what Hierro wanted to talk about.

Isn't it just to give way to that kid Jose!

cut!

Phil is such a worried mother.

Hmph, I'm waiting to see what you say, I can't see if you will be strangled to death!

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On the morning of June 6, Guti and his team flew directly to Yokohama, preparing to watch the World Cup final.

The final is just around the corner, but it has nothing to do with me!

hateful!

The author has something to say: PS: In fact, it was originally set that Guti would win the championship in this World Cup, so that the chapter would be over. We can’t let him not even have a chance to be famous. Everyone else has had a good time. Only these two people are moles on our hearts. I hope that I can make them happy in my writing. Anyway, the coal balls don’t have a chance now, hehe , Tingting will be gone after he comes out~~

PS: There will be an extra episode tonight!