[Football Fans] Glory

In the No.308 minute of the first half, Real Madrid led [-]-[-].

A Real Madrid throw-in, Guti ran to the sidelines, took a water bottle and took a sip, taking advantage of the situation to look at the opponent.

The Bayern players looked a little angry and agitated. They rarely communicated with their teammates. The well-known German spirit of cooperation really couldn't be seen in this game.

Glancing at the head coach Rehhagel next to the opponent's bench, Guti sighed.

He has also been a coach, and he knows too well how the head coach will feel if the coach can’t command the players or the players don’t listen to the arrangement. The future Otto the Great is also just an ordinary coach who can’t help it. .

After the ball was delivered, players from both sides had another dispute in the entanglement. Bayern's Helmer kicked Raul's calf, and Raul fell to the ground screaming.

Nearby Real Madrid players rushed over and surrounded Helmer, and soon the players from both sides were pushing and shoving each other.

Guti half-kneeled on the ground, touched Raul's leg lightly, "Here?"

Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, Raul's eyes were flushed, "It hurts."

Usually this very strong child has never received this kind of treatment since his debut. He feels wronged and knows not to act like a baby, but his leg really hurts.

The referee ran over to separate the surrounding players, looked at the injury of the young teenager, and waved to the Real Madrid team doctor who was jumping anxiously on the sidelines to come over quickly.

Then Raul was carried to the sidelines and entered for emergency treatment.

It's just that the game still has to continue. Helmer was given a yellow card first, which caused Real Madrid's dissatisfaction. Why is this kind of injury just a yellow card? It should be a red card.

However, Mr. Sanchez's appeal was rejected by the referee, and he told him to return your seats to prepare for the game, or warn you to delay the game.

After a few minutes of quarreling, the two sides separated and the game resumed.

Because Real Madrid didn't make any substitutions, there are now 10 players on the field.

Guti narrowed his eyes, a flame of anger tumbling in his heart.

Damn it, do you think we can't win if you kick Raul off the field?

asshole!

Because of the opponent's foul, the referee gave Real Madrid a free kick in the frontcourt.

The Real Madrid players discussed in a low voice, and Hierro took the ball, "I'll do it!"

"Fat at right angles."

Guti whispered.

Hierro, who glanced at him, smiled, "Go and stand."

The players on both sides spread out, Hierro put the ball in place and took a few steps back.

Then Hierro trotted for two steps, raised his thigh, and gave a sharp twitch.

The football is like a white light shooting straight at the opponent's goal.

The opponent's goalkeeper Ilgner ran forward a few steps and made a pounce, but he missed it. The ball was not a shot, but a pass.

Without hesitation, Guti jumped up in mid-air and swung his body across. The football changed its line in mid-air and entered the net.

Two to zero.

Seeing that Ilgna hammered the grass a few times and got up while yelling fiercely at his own players, Guti knew that they won the ball.

At the end of the first half, during the intermission, Dad didn't take any rest for the team's tactics, but arranged for Raul to leave the field.

In the second half, everyone in Real Madrid fought more and more courageously, but Bayern's momentum fell again and again.

By the time the game was about to end, there were already quite a few spectators in the VIP seats in the stands.

Although Bayern's Matthaus and Sauer fought back hard in the last 10 minutes, due to Real Madrid's strong defense, they did not have a goal that could save face.

At the end of the game, it seemed that a weird atmosphere had been broken. The Bayern hero Matthaus took a deep breath and said a few words to his old opponent Sanchis before leaving.

"what did he say?"

Goody asked.

Sanchez shook his head, "Just a sigh."

Then he glanced at Guti, "Don't continue your action of only changing the No. 14 jersey?"

"Tsk, it's as if I'm a clothes-changer."

After all, Guti still aimed at the No. 14 Sforza in the opponent's hand, ran to change his jersey with a smile on his face.

Sforza, who lost the key final, was in a depressed mood, but seeing the childish smile on this pretty kid's face, he couldn't refuse, so he had to take off his jersey, and couldn't help but touch the childish smile on his face. The court performance is super good but he looks a bit like an underage kid off the court.

"Boy, come on!"

He said this in English.

Guti smiled sweetly, "Thank you, I will work hard."

Hehe, pretending to be cute is successful, this colleague even forgot his jersey, so he turned around and left indifferently.

However, seeing the tendons on his body after taking off his jersey, and then lifting the jersey to look at his stomach that could not see the strong muscles after hard training, he squeezed it in disappointment.

"Yo what's this doing?"

Hierro patted him on the back from behind.

Guti put down the hem of his clothes resentfully, "How do you train your muscles, why can't I train them."

There were a few giggles behind Poof, and Guti turned his head to see that the strong men in the team lined up and grinned at him.

Guti, who was ridiculed, clenched his fist, "Do you want to fight?"

With a slap, his head was knocked again, "Hurry up and go back to the dressing room to clean up, the awards ceremony will be in a while, do you want to go on stage to receive the ceremony like this?"

It turned out that the captain came over.

After staring at those unscrupulous teammates aggrievedly, Guti ran to the player tunnel.

The captain looked at everyone helplessly, "Why are you teasing him?"

The old guys laughed, "Jose is so cute, I can't help it!"

"You~~"

The captain shook his head angrily.

Guti, who ran back to the locker room, was asking Raul, "Are you all right?"

"It's okay, it's okay. Mr. Claure said that I was just frustrated. It looks serious. In fact, I just need to rest for two days."

After all, he was young, and when he heard that his injury was fine, Raul had already regained his spirit.

"That's good."

However, Guti still told Raul to remember to rest more, even though he should not get wet, don't be careless.

"I see, Jose, you are getting more and more verbose now."

Raul, who was listening impatiently, rolled his eyes at Guti.

Guti was so angry that he rushed over and plucked the black curly hair on his head, "Brat, who am I doing this for?"

"Hey, don't pull it, it hurts~~"

Raul got into a fight with him.

They didn't stop until the captain and the others came back.

Seeing the captain glaring at them, the two quickly cleaned up. Raul had already washed, and Guti quickly rushed into the bathroom next door.

"Wow Bayern is still full of atmosphere, there is actually hot water."

Guti yelled at his teammates while rushing.

"This is Bayern, do you think it's those low-level guys?"

Hearing this weird answer, Da Lao couldn't sit still, "Actually, Camp Nou has hot water."

"Just not in the home team locker room."

hahaha~~

Everyone laughed.

Even Da Lao laughed at himself, "Well, I can enjoy the tradition of the visiting team's locker room when I go back."

That's right, on the third day after returning, they will go to Barcelona's Camp Nou for the last national derby of the season.

Really, when I think about it, even the upcoming awards ceremony feels boring.

But when they stood on the podium and held up the trophy, the feeling of boredom was immediately enveloped by a great sense of happiness, and all the boring things were left behind. At this moment, they were the happiest people.

On the return plane, Guti kept humming the Real Madrid team song happily. Although his voice sounded a little thin when he spoke, he had a pure and clear voice when he let go of his voice and sang.

And listening to him humming 'HalaMadrid! HalaMadrid!', Real Madrid veterans all smiled and looked at him.

This is the white soul from their own youth training, the real pure white, and it is the best to train him to become the standard bearer of the next generation.

The few transferred players quietly listened to the clean voice humming repeatedly, and slowly listened in.

"He is the hope of the future!"

Camacho turned his head and said to Bosque.

"You think about it."

Hearing his words, Bosque looked at him.

"I thought, I can do something for these young people, yes, I think I can."

"Then I wish you success!"

"thanks!"

The author has something to say: PS: In the last chapter, the name of Bayern No. 2 was wrongly typed. It should be Babel instead of Bammer.