[Football Fans] Glory

At the beginning of the second half, when the two sides had just entered the rhythm of the game, the Italian team applied for a substitution.

No. 10 Totti and No. 20 Perotta were replaced, and No. 4 De Rossi and No. 15 Iaquinta were replaced. The next two midfielders were replaced by a midfielder and a striker. Instead, Guti and the others noticed Del Piero was not substituted.

Totti, who was replaced, spread his arms in surprise, as if he didn't understand why he was replaced.

Italian coach Lippi stood on the sidelines, staring at the field with a cold face.

No matter how dissatisfied he had to leave the field, everyone could see Totti walking off the field with a face full of displeasure, even ignoring the teammates who exchanged with him, angrily walked to the bench and sat down.

The Spanish team noticed the changes in the Italian team. Guti didn't understand Lippi's thoughts. Why should Totti be replaced?

Totti's attack on the Italian team is much more effective on the field. De Rossi is strong in defense, but he is not as good as Totti in attacking forward. It's not that Guti looked down on Iaquinta. Robbia Quinta is stronger!

Tsk, since the Italians are breaking their own ground, that is their chance.

Thinking of this, Guti raised his arm and gestured to his teammates, telling them to prepare to strengthen the attack.

Having a team core who understands command and can adapt to changes on the spot really saves the coach a lot of worry.

Dad nodded in satisfaction.

Guti took the ball and signaled his teammates to step up their running positions, while he took the ball forward unhurriedly.

Looking up and looking around, Guti seemed to pick the ball casually, and the football flew out of the opponent's head.

Juanito from the wing stepped forward to respond and made a cross pass. Harvey turned around after receiving the ball, lifted his foot, and the ball missed his leg.

Albelda immediately touched the ball with one foot.

The ball flew towards the opponent's half court and was close to the bottom line. Morun, who had been prepared for a long time, used his body to resist the opponent, unloaded the ball and passed it again.

After receiving the ball from the side, Raul turned his foot and shot.

Buffon jumped up to block the ball, and the football flew out of the bottom line from the side of the goalpost in his fist.

"Nice fit!"

Although the goal was not scored, the Spaniard's cooperation tore apart the Italian team's defense and created a goal, which is really beautiful.

Corner for Spain.

Guti stood in the corner flag area, with his hands on his waist, watching the huddled scene in front of the goal.

The referee blew his whistle again and again to barely stop the pushing and shoving of both sides, but as soon as he turned around, the two players crowded together again.

For some reason, when Guti saw this scene, he suddenly thought of the fish in the aquarium. When the breeder was about to feed, the fish would squeeze over, push each other and squeeze each other, with their mouths open and moving.

Seems like ah!

With unscrupulous thoughts in his head, the expression on Guti's face became more and more serious. Finally, when the whistle sounded for kick-off, he didn't look up, but just kicked the ball hard.

The football landed in the middle of the goal. Players from both sides jumped up at the same time. The ball fell to the other side and bounced on someone's leg and flew towards the goal.

Buffon, who reacted quickly, punched the ball out.

The football was flying in the air and was then headed back by Puyol.

There was chaos in front of the Italian goal, and Buffon yelled "Get out of the way" and hugged the football.

I don't know who bumped into Buffon. Buffon, who was holding the ball, rolled into a ball with the two players. Fortunately, he still held the ball firmly. This made Guti, who came running over, a little disappointed.

Reaching out to pull up his teammate Albelda, Guti tilted his head and stared at Buffon, and Buffon, who was still holding the ball tightly with one hand, looked sideways at him.

Guti thought for a while, then stretched out his hand reluctantly, "Get up!"

Buffon made a cut, stretched out his hand to let him pull himself up, and then pulled up another Italian player who was pressed by Buffon.

Poor Grosso rubbed his arm that was pressed by his goalkeeper, looked at the guy's expression, muttered something and walked away.

The referee ignored the communication of these people and blew his whistle, indicating that this is a goal line kick from Italy, hurry up and get ready to serve.

Seeing that the ball was about to be served, Guti squinted and gestured to Harvey who was retreating.

Harvey froze for a moment, then nodded, and then conveyed it later.

When Buffon served, Guti walked slowly near the sideline, not too far away.

Sure enough, Buffon's ball was thrown to Pirlo.

Pirlo dribbling the ball slowly controlled the ball. It seemed that he was going to organize it before passing it. At this time, Harvey suddenly rushed to steal it.

The impact of the steal at halftime made Pirlo take two steps back. Harvey, who was entangled with him, kept trying to block him. Gattuso, who was Pirlo's protector, came over, and Albelda stepped forward to help defend. Two against two.

It's now.

Guti ran over fiercely, rushed between Pirlo and Gattuso, and at the same time hooked away the sliding football.

With a swipe of his feet, he made two movements of stepping on a bicycle and swayed Materazzi. Although the opponent hit Guti with his shoulder from behind, Guti only shook his hand slightly before shaking off his hand. Step on the football, knock your feet, and shake your opponent, Guti is already close to the penalty area.

Buffon shouted loudly, directing his teammates not to block his sight.

With a smile on his lips, Guti knocked the ball back with his feet, and Morientes caught the ball behind him.

Nesta stepped forward to block, but Morun did not stick the ball, and immediately passed the ball back behind Guti after touching the ball.

At this time, Guti didn't look at the ball, but hooked his foot backwards, knocked his inner instep, and the ball flew around the middle of the road.

It's a pass behind the back.

Materazzi, who originally thought it was a wrong pass, was shocked, and it was too late to chase the ball.

Seeing the situation, Cannavaro stretched his legs to block from the other side, and Raul's volley turned into a lob at the moment it touched the ball, a spoon.

The net was shaken by the football.

In the end, Buffon, who was still shaken, could only watch the football pass by him and into the net, and could only look back helplessly.

Guti happily ran over and hugged Raul, "Great buddy."

"Haha, your pass is even better."

Who would have thought that Guti could pass the football in an arc from behind without even looking at it.

The Spanish players who ran over immediately surrounded them excitedly and celebrated the goal.

The two sides equalized the score.

Lippi, who had been keeping his composure, looked a little unhappy. He walked back and forth a few steps on the sidelines, and looked back at the bench.

Now that he was tied by his opponent, Totti has pulled off the towel on his head and looked at the court anxiously, while the other players also showed anxious expressions.

No, there is one more person.

Lippi stared at the player for a few moments, and beckoned the assistant to come over, "Let Alessandro get ready to play."

The assistant coach ran over and grabbed Del Piero, telling him to hurry up and get ready to play.

Piero looked at the coach in surprise, he thought he had no chance to play.

Although the score was equalized, Piero was inexplicably wondering if he had the chance to play because of the strength of the Spanish team...

The Italian team made another substitution, with Camoranesi on the 16th and Piero on the 7th.

It seemed that the old man was in a hurry.

Guti pursed his lips.

However, the winner of this game must be me!

The second half has entered the 80th minute, plus stoppage time, there are still 15 minutes at most. After making some calculations, Guti asked his teammates for some points.

After kick-off in the middle circle, the Italian found that the nasty Spaniard actually started to play a defensive counterattack.

Now it's a tie, what kind of defense is there! ! !

This should obviously be the tactics of the Italians.

The old man on the sidelines laughed and quickly put away his smile, that brat Jose is really cunning, you can see that Lippi's face turned dark.

Spain, who were all on defense, was not nervous at all. They passed the ball when they got it, grabbed it when it was intercepted, and then passed it after grabbing it.

The helpless Italians either pass the ball back and then organize, or they enter the half court and take a few steps before being squeezed out by the opponent-yes, the ball cannot be passed in a half court full of people, and the ball will be passed as soon as it is passed. The opponent pushed and squeezed, and the ball was gone again.

The Italian fans on the sidelines booed, and the Spanish fans didn't care about this. Although they were not satisfied with the players' passing and passing, they were also very happy to be able to suppress the Italians, who are known for their counter-defense.

Cannavaro was helpless, looked at the coach on the sidelines, Lippi frowned, and hadn't figured out how to deal with this situation.

Does the Spaniard want extra time or a penalty?

impossible.

But this status quo is their conspiracy, I will let you either attack or defend like this.

Shameless!

Lippi wanted to scold him so much, he glanced at the Spanish coach over there, the old man is really not ashamed, he can do this kind of rogue style of play.

The old man stood with folded arms solemnly, as if he was seriously thinking about something, but in fact he didn't think about anything, because Guti had already done a very good job, so there was no need for him to say anything.

The time passed by every minute and every second, and it was the 86th minute, and the two sides were still tied.

Lippi paced back and forth, gritting his teeth again and again.

It's unscientific to defend until a tie and play extra time or fight for a penalty kick, but if you attack, it will leave room for Spain. Don't say anything else, just see Guti dangling in the middle circle. Shaking, looking at their goal from time to time, what is he waiting for, isn't he just waiting for the Italians to attack!

But what if you don't attack?

Shameless Spaniards.

At this time, Gattuso, who was a little upset by Spain, fouled. He kicked over and fought for Marchena.

The referee took a free kick and gave him a yellow card.

Gattuso spat angrily, and his teammates quickly pulled him away.

Guti stood behind the football with a smile on his face. Although it was another free kick in the middle circle, they cooperated very well, right? Opportunity!

The faces of the Italian players turned black, thinking that the first goal of the Spanish team to tie the score was scored in this way, they quickly organized the defense, and they would never let Guti and the others look for opportunities to cooperate with the goal.

"You're so timid!"

Guti muttered, and Salgado, who was standing beside him, burst out laughing.

With the left hand down, number three cooperates with tactics.

During the previous training camp, they practiced no less than seven or eight sets of set-piece tactics. In the words of the old man, it was "Who gave us the best free kick master in the world. Wouldn't it be too wasteful not to play some set-piece tactics?" What!

The Spanish players stood up one after another, and the Italians became nervous.

The audience was quiet, everyone was staring at Guti standing behind the ball.

After trotting for two steps, Guti kicked off the ball with a big kick.

It's a front-point curveball.

The ball flew high, flew high over the players' heads, and passed directly to the sideline parallel to the goal.

Torres burst out from the side, the young body jumped up and headed the ball.

An overhead pass to the middle, Morientes hit the goal with all his strength.

Buffon, who was robbed by a feint, still judged the right direction, but the ball rushed into the net after hitting his hand heavily.

2 to 3, Spain overtook the score.

oh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! 1

The Spanish fans at the scene roared crazily, and the voice of the commentator could no longer be heard in the broadcast footage of the roar.

Raul happily jumped on Moron's back and shook his fist.

Morun smiled brightly, hugging Raul and Torres with his back on his back, and other Spanish players ran over to hug each other frantically.

Guti put his hands on his waist, stood on the spot, looked at the celebrating teammates, and he smiled gently, gently.

In the 91st minute, Spain overtook the score.

There were only 4 minutes in stoppage time, and now 1 minute has passed and only 3 minutes are left.

The Italians are no longer conservative, they counterattack with all their might.

The Spaniard is still implementing the slow and grinding tactic of passing the ball and then passing the ball again. In just 2 minutes, the Italian and the Spaniard have already had several conflicts. Their restless atmosphere suppressed.

65 seconds left.

Guti licked his lips and signaled his teammates to slow down.

The Italian team has been restless, and even Pirlo, who is used to calmness, has conflicts with his opponents.

Guti looked at the opponent standing in front of him, Materazzi, the big villain, in fact, he is an excellent man in life, but I am not that guy Qi Zu, I will not be successfully provoked by you.

Blinking at the villain, Materazzi's face was tense with anger, for fear that he could not help kicking him.

40 seconds!

Guti grinned and continued to run with his opponent.

30 seconds!

It seemed that the opponent couldn't bear it any longer, Guti hecked twice, and suddenly stood still.

The opponent was stunned and could only stand and look at him.

15 seconds!

The football was passed.

When Guti controls the ball, he just shakes it back and forth, throws the ball and then hooks it back until the opponent can't bear the shovel.

Guti, who had been prepared for a long time, dodged his tackle and swept the time board on the sidelines out of the corner of his eye.

Then, he dribbles the ball.

The Italian coach covered his forehead, it was too late, that bastard Gutti was playing tricks, what a bastard!

When it was estimated that the time was about the same, Guti tried his best to hit the goal with a hard kick.

Buffon in front of the goal jumped out and hit the ball back to midfield.

It was at this second that the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

2 to 3, the Spaniard overtook his opponent by one goal and won the World Cup for the first time in history.

The loser is dejected, the winner is ecstatic.

"Long live!"

"Long live!!!"

"Long live!!!"

Guti, who was thrown high again and again by his teammates, laughed out loud.

he made it!

he made it!

Countless dreams, countless desires, just today, he has achieved it!

Mysterious Goddess of Fate, thank you for giving me the chance to start again, I love you!

"Champion: Spain!!!"

We will eventually become the kings of the world!

Long live victory!

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