[Football Fans] Glory

The Berlin Olympic Stadium, which can seat 7 people, is the home stadium of the Bundesliga team Hertha Berlin. The German Cup final is held here every year. The stadium was built in 1931 and renovated in 2000. It was awarded the "Five-Star Stadium" medal by the UEFA Stadium Committee.

Today, at this time, what is going on here is the final of the 2006 World Cup in Germany, between Spain and Italy.

The 4000-person stadium was filled with fans from all over the world. The south stand was packed with blue Italian fans, while the north stand was full of fiery Spanish fans. The neutral fan area was also filled with fans from both countries. Mixed sitting together.

Many fans clapped their hands and blew their horns to cheer for their teams.

Guti rubbed his forehead, looked up and glanced at the big screen on the sidelines, the bright red subtitles even looked bloody.

0:2

Today's home lottery is Italy, which means that the opponent has already led Spain by two goals in the first half.

Italy's current lineup:

Goalkeeper: No. 1 Buffon

Defender: No. 3 Grosso, No. 5 Cannavaro (captain), No. 13 Nesta, No. 23 Materazzi,

中场：8号加图索、10号托蒂、16号卡莫拉内西、20号佩罗塔、21号皮尔洛、

Forward: No. 9 Tony

Spain's starting lineup:

Goalkeeper: Casillas No. 1

Defender: No. 2 Salgado, No. 4 Marchena, No. 5 Puyol, 20 Juanito

Midfielder: No. 6 Albelda, No. 8 Harvey, No. 14 Guti (captain)

Forwards: No. 7 Raul, No. 9 Torres, No. 11 Morientes

The first goal was in the 14th minute of the first half. Guti organized an attack and passed the ball to the frontcourt. Morientes who responded was directly brought down by Nesta. The football was quickly passed by the Italian into the frontcourt. Totti inserted a direct heavy artillery in the middle, Casillas blocked it with the palm of his hand but failed to block it, and the ball went directly into the net.

The second goal was when Raúl took a shot and was blocked by Cannavaro's legs. Gattuso took the ball back and Pirlo organized. The Spanish defender made a mistake when he attacked the frontcourt and got a card At the same time as the yellow card, give the opponent a free kick of around 26.

Pirlo scored directly from a free kick.

Now, in the 41st minute of the first half, the Spanish team fell behind by two goals.

In the past few years, under the leadership of Guti, the Spanish national team has played a gorgeous offense, with fierce offense and beautiful kicks, which has won the love of many new fans.

However, there are problems with too many young players. They can play the ball with the wind, but when they encounter a team like Italy, once they fall behind, they don’t know how to play, and their anxiety rises.

Guti's own temper is not too good, but after all he has experienced for a long time, he can control his temper.

Noticing the impatience of his teammates, Guti wiped off his sweat, clapped his palms and made several pressing gestures, signaling his teammates to pay attention to the rhythm and not to disturb the movement.

The teammates who were reminded nodded, but they quickly became angry again when the opponent shoveled in the midfield one after another.

Guti, who ran to the place where the impact occurred, first stopped his teammate's fury, and then pressed his palm on the opponent's chest, "Gnaro (Gattuso), calm down, do you want to take the card?"

The referee who came over happened to hear this sentence, and he looked at Guti a little curiously. The current No.1 football player has a bad temper. It is really surprising that he can say such words.

Because of the many contacts with those Italian hooligans in recent years, Gattuso is familiar with them. Although Gattuso has a hot temper on the court, he is actually a gentle and easy-to-get along man in life.

Seeing Guti's blue eyes staring at him motionless, Gattuso took a step back, "I didn't cause trouble."

Put another arm around your teammate, "David, calm down."

Albelda from Valencia Club in La Liga is a midfielder with comprehensive skills, fierce defense and excellent position selection ability. He is one year younger than Guti. He is the leader and core of Valencia Club and is currently the Spanish midfielder One of the representative figures of the players, he led the Valencia club to break Real Madrid's dominance in the league for several years and successfully climbed to the top two years ago. Guti won the Golden Globe Award again because he led the Spanish national team to successfully defend the European Cup, but it is undeniable that his glory in Albel Darby in Spain that year was not inferior to him.

At this time, Mendieta, who was very popular in the last national team, transferred to the Serie A Blue Eagles after the World Cup but quickly sank, so he was not selected for the national team this time.

Albelda and Guti looked at each other, then nodded, the golden-brown hair was sticking to his forehead due to sweat, and a forced smile appeared on his handsome face, "I'm sorry!"

"Relax, relax, there's still time."

Guti pats him.

After the referee saw that the Spanish captain had appeased the two furious players, he blew a whistle to indicate that Gattuso had fouled just now.

Cannavaro, who also ran over, pulled Gattuso, smiled at the referee, and then backed away.

As long as you don't take a card, it's just a free kick near the middle circle, which is completely harmless.

Guti glanced at the retreating Italian, and he patted his teammates, "David, don't be provoked, we can't fight them with less people."

Knowing that she was a little irritable just now because of her impatience, Albelda nodded again, "I see."

Indeed, for a free kick near the middle circle, if there is no luck against the sky, it is impossible to hit the goal directly, and it can only be regarded as a ball possession cooperation.

After signaling to push the ball, Guti moved the ball first, and gestured with his wrist down and his fingers behind him.

Albelda took a breath, trotted two steps and tapped lightly, and the football was passed across.

After receiving the ball, Harvey made a pass after touching the ball. The football landed one meter behind Guti’s legs while running. As soon as the foot was lifted, it hooked and fell down the football, and then the toe was retracted and changed, and the inner instep of the other foot knocked the ball, and then rolled out behind the legs of Nesta who was defending him.

Nei Shao, who reacted very quickly and knew Guti very well, immediately fell to the ground and slipped.

However, Nei Shao knew him well, so Guti didn’t know his club teammates, so when the ball was shot, he added a little strength to the bottom of the ball, so that the ball was not a straight line, but rolled an arc on the lawn. When Nei Shao slipped into gear, Guti jumped up and jumped over Nei Shao's body, accelerated forward, pushed the spinning football, and lobbed the ball.

On the other side, Morientes jumped high and passed the ball with a pile on his head.

Raul also headed the ball back to Torres who made a sudden attack from the middle.

The little prince of Atletico Madrid, the new generation of Spanish golden boy volleyed from a small angle and scored.

There were enthusiastic cheers from the audience.

This series of ball coordination is like flowing water, it is really beautiful.

The happy Spanish players hugged and touched the teenager to celebrate his first national team goal.

There are small pockmarks on his beautiful and delicate face, but they do not damage his beauty at all. His shy smile is clean and pure. After repeated broadcasts on the big screen, the little prince of Atletico Madrid has won the favor of many female fans. .

"Tsk tsk, our Fernando, another one!!!"

Guti laughed.

"Hey, can you stop calling me that!"

Another Fernando Morientes touched his ear, but it didn't sound right.

Raul laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Torres' head, "Do you want us to call him Jose?"

The teasing of the bosses in the team made Torres blush, and he didn't know how to respond.

Fortunately, the referee's whistle interrupted their laughter.

"Competition, return to your seat!"

Hearing Guti accusing them with a straight face, Raul pouted at him.

Mo Lun smiled and ran away quickly.

But 2 minutes later, the referee blew the whistle to end the first half.

Spain, which was two goals behind, recovered a goal and the atmosphere in the team was relatively good. The teammates who had not had time to celebrate Torres' goal just now hugged him again and patted his head, claiming to be lucky, which made Torres blush He bowed his head and rushed into the locker room quickly.

"Haha, so cute~~~"

Compared with the gangsters in Italy, the Spaniards are also thick-skinned. It is rare to see such a shy and playful young man. Of course, they should be more teasing.

"I heard that people in Madrid are called Torres El Nino, a very cute nickname!"

The curly instant noodle head said so.

Guti gave him a white look, "You take your nickname very nicely!"

It was Raul who burst out laughing. He and Puyol were roommates in the national team. The relationship between the two has always been very good. Of course, Guti once said sourly that the two of them must have something in common—they must both love Eat instant noodles!

Although the nickname of Torres in his previous life has been throughout his entire career, but in this life Torres is a signed player of his company anyway, no matter how bullied by him, the Barcelona people can't laugh at him.

Before the old man came in, he listened to the sound in the locker room, and he pushed the door in when he felt that the players were not discouraged.

"...I estimate that the Italian team will strengthen their offense in the second half. Everyone knows that a one-goal lead is the most insecure in a football match, so they will definitely attack, most likely by replacing them with a striker..."

While calculating on the tactical board, Dad reminded the players what would happen if the opponent replaced the striker, and how they should deal with it.

Guti drank water and motioned to the team doctor who massaged his leg muscles to change the medical muscle tape on his back. Too much sweat made the thing open.

Guti, who tore off the jersey, wiped off the sweat with the help of the team doctor, re-attached the muscle tape and put on a clean jersey.

"well enough?"

Raul looked over worriedly.

In the semi-finals of this year's Champions League semi-finals, Real Madrid played against Bayern. After the two rounds, the two goals were the same. Real Madrid was eliminated by Bayern due to fewer away goals. It has only been two months since the muscle was torn at the old injury. Although the muscle fibers healed relatively satisfactorily, Guti has always used muscle tape to protect there during the game.

Raising his hand and pulling his muscles, Guti smiled, "It's okay."

"Be careful."

"Do not worry!"

Noticing Guti's place, the old man who finished explaining the tactics came over to ask about the situation, and the team doctor also said that there was no problem before the old man was relieved.

"Today's game is over, go check it out!"

Knowing that the sports medicine research laboratory sponsored by his friend has achieved excellent scientific research results in recent years, Raul hurriedly asked.

"understood."

The second half was about to start, they ran out, a group of players on the bench were running back and forth to warm up, Guti saw Del Piero at a glance.

It seems that Dad is right, Italy will definitely strengthen its offense.

Then on our side, Guti will look at his own side, the teammates are also warming up, but who can we replace?

It can be said that the best strikers in Spain are all on the field at present. Will they switch midfielders or backcourts?

What's the difference!

Seeming to have noticed his sight, Beleron turned to look at him during the warm-up over there, and smiled at him.

While Guti returned a smile, he also sighed.

Juan's skills are top-notch, and he has a strong outlook on the overall situation, but he is not too confrontational. The most important thing is that he has no ambitions and is not strong in competition-but which first-class midfielder with ambition and strong competitiveness will be willing to sit on the bench? Sit for N years?

This is also one of the reasons why Barcelona's Harvey can surpass him to become the main player of the national team, and he is still a substitute!

Nothing is perfect.

"José!"

Raul glanced at him worriedly, probably thinking that Guti was worried about the game.

Guti shook his head, "It's okay, let's take a seat!"

"You must tell me something."

Raul hugged him.

"know."

The author has something to say: PS: I thought it would be done in one chapter, but I didn’t finish it~