[Football Fans] Glory

Two to one, Real Madrid lead.

With two minutes left in the game plus stoppage time, Ajax almost all attacked, while Real Madrid players gritted their teeth and defended desperately.

1 minute left.

1 minute is 60 seconds, what can you do in 60 seconds?

A fast player like Carney can run four laps around the court in 60 seconds.

And when someone intercepts on the opposite side, 60 seconds is an opportunity to attack.

Near the middle circle, Guti got the ball, but seeing the momentum of the opponent trying to steal, although he didn't want to complain, Guti still felt that if he could kill with his eyes, he would be torn to pieces.

Squinting his eyes and looking at the place more than 40 meters away from him, Guti subconsciously licked his lips, and a crazy idea flashed in his mind.

Think of it, then do it!

Young people are not crazy, but it is too late to regret when they are old.

Guti took a deep breath, touched the ball lightly with his feet, but took a step back, and with all his strength, he raised his whole leg like a whip and volleyed the football.

The Ajax player who rushed over stopped because it was too late.

The football spins rapidly in the air and flies towards the goal.

As if the pause button was pressed, the players who saw this scene and the audience on the sidelines all stopped to hold their breath and stared at the ball.

No matter how fast the reaction is, it is actually one second.

How fast and how slow a second is, it may be just a flash in the human perspective.

Then the audience exclaimed.

Van der Sar jumped with all his strength in the goal.

However, the football with its rotating strength changed slightly when it was about to reach the goal, and then rubbed Van der Sar's fingertips and crashed into the goal.

"Oh, MYGOD!!!"

After a pause for a second, countless voices exclaimed in the same way.

And Van der Sar, who was regarded as the background board on the field, turned his head and stared at the still spinning football that fell to the ground and bounced a few times before stopping. He walked over to pick up the ball with a wry smile on his face, and sighed .

He hates this kind of fairy ball the most, and no matter how many years pass, as long as he is mentioned, he is that poor background idiot.

That pretty girly little guy is a real nuisance.

Van der Sar watched resentfully from afar as the little guy was surrounded by his teammates, and then disappeared in the crowd.

At this moment, Guti couldn't care less about being complacent, and the feeling of being thrown on the ground by a group of strong men is really fucking terrible.

Even if there is soft grass underneath, it is absolutely unbearable!

Guti angrily raised his leg and kicked someone who was pressing on him hard, and then even his leg was crushed, well, he couldn't move!

You wait for me!

After being rescued by the heroic referee, poor Guti's jersey on his upper body looked like a rag, while his shorts were half off his hips, revealing his white underpants, and there were a few grasses hanging from his head. He was handsome. His face was muddy and earthy, with a few teeth marks.

"Who the hell bit me???"

Touching the marks on his face, Guti ran away.

Those unscrupulous guys turned around and left, hey, some bastard whistled.

The referee obviously held back his laughter, "I haven't blown the whistle yet!"

Everyone in the stadium was laughing. Guti was standing there miserable like a little girl who had been raped. The referee was still reminding him to 'pull up the shorts'.

The breeze blew across his cheeks, and Guti felt that his heart was about to break.

All three views are broken and all integrity is lost, you bastards!

You guys who watch the fun, I will never forgive you!

Guti quickly pulled his shorts and straightened his jersey, his blue eyes glared fiercely at the bastards in the circle.

Then he found that his father was also smiling happily.

It's really bad for you guys.

Guti gritted his teeth.

Seeing this situation, the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

As soon as he finished blowing, Guti rushed to the bench like the wind, and threw himself on Dad's back, "You guys are so bad, you all bully me!"

"Okay, okay, look, someone asked you to change your jersey."

Dad suppressed a smile and patted his arm.

Guti jumped down indignantly, and saw the young Ajax striker Kluivert with a smile on his dark-skinned, honest-looking face.

"Hello there!"

The smile on the face of the future bad boy is very sincere at the moment.

"Hello, Kluivert."

Guti smiled and held out his hand.

Kluivert froze for a moment, then quickly stretched out his hand and held it, "Can I change the jersey with you?"

"of course."

Guti happily tore off his jersey, which was already like a rag, and handed it over.

And Kluivert found that this handsome white young man had a very clean smile, without the impatience and hypocrisy he had seen in the eyes of many white players in the past.

Handing over his jersey, Kluivert grinned, "The ball just now was great."

Guti nodded generously, "I think so too."

The two smiled at each other.

Guti hung his jersey on his shoulder, reached out and patted his shoulder again, "Patrick, can I call you that?"

"of course can."

Kluivert smiled broadly.

"I heard you bought a new BMW?"

"Hey, how do you know?"

His eyes widened.

"Haha, don't you know, you became famous in the Champions League final, and your news is often reported."

"But you Spain will also report?"

"No, I just follow your news."

Hearing Guti's answer, Kluivert's eyes widened in surprise.

Also as a young man, he didn't pay much attention to players of the same age in other leagues before this game. He always felt that the most important thing to be a striker is to have the belief that he is the best one. His aura and self-confidence are the first steps to success, so when reporters asked him, he would say that he is the best. As for other new stars, it's none of his business.

He looked at Guti seriously again. He felt that this person was different from the players he had come into contact with before. Although he was of Dutch nationality, the racial discrimination in the Netherlands was quite serious. Even the members of the national team had white players. If you say you don’t want to play with black players, let alone in the club, it’s fine if you perform well. Once you don’t perform well, some people will ridicule their black players as fools. Some people also have a lot of black players. One of the reasons why the temper is particularly hot and easy to cause trouble.

"that……"

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say.

Guti didn't mind the sweat on his body, and put his arms directly on his shoulders, and his warm palms pressed against Kluivert's neck, the heat made him feel embarrassed and shy.

"Dude, I found out that you like big cars, which is not good."

"what?"

"You have to know, it's really cool for a young player like us to get a high salary just now, but it's okay to buy a new car and run around, but once you are often caught..."

Guti patted him and winked, "You know, those media reporters and so-called commentators will jump over and bite us to pieces, although you don't need to care about their comments. But man you know it's hard to fix a bad reputation, especially like you black players, those bastards like to make trouble for you, and it involves family and friends, man, don't let small things hurt your future .”

Although some words are still unclear, but no matter how bad Kluivert’s temper is, he can tell that this newly met colleague cares about him. This kindness and sincere consideration are very heart-warming.

So he grinned at Guti, "I see, I will pay attention to it later."

"Well, come on!"

Guti patted him, then turned and walked to the dressing room.

After a while, Raul jumped up from behind him and hung on his back, "What were you talking to that Kluivert just now, it seems that you talked a lot."

"I just chatted with him a few words, are we all players of the same age?"

Guti smiled.

This player of the same age as himself, a striker with extraordinary talent, will have an accident in a big car in September this year, causing the death of the driver in another car. Since then, he has the reputation of a murderer. Fans will humiliate him with slogans such as murderer, murderer, etc., and some women even accuse him of being a rapist after having a story with him for money, just because he is labeled as a murderer and he is still a black man. In a society dominated by whites, he became the villain of blacks. Although the law returned his innocence, his reputation was too bad, which also affected his future career and the performance of the national team.

Although he is a very strong man, the accidents he experienced made him very defensive and aggressive to outsiders. In the confrontation between Barcelona and Real Madrid, he got a red card because of a little provocation and rage-yes, he was later picked up by AC The price cut was given to Barcelona.

Now that there is such an opportunity, it is good to persuade him, it is his problem not to listen, but Guti still hopes that the things in his memory will not happen again, after all, he is not a bad person, and he is also very talented, Guti does not want him In the future, the kind of people who are forced to be transferred like expulsion, especially to Barcelona.

Hey, if it succeeds, will I get rid of another Barcelona striker in the future!

Thinking of this, Guti snickered.

Our generation is full of stars, and many talented players have emerged, but there are always some people who have not reached their due heights due to one or another reason. I just hope that in this life, we will not lose our opportunities due to external reasons. Only the weak will be afraid of the strong, and what the strong expect is to meet the strong.

"Raul."

"Ok?"

"We still need to work harder."

"what happened?"

"So many talents are constantly emerging, and if you don't work hard, you will be surpassed."

"Well, I will."

That's right, we have to work harder, and if we don't want to be covered by the stars, we have to work hard.

The author has something to say: PS: In the European battlefield, let the 14th master also become famous with one goal!