[Football Fans] Glory

Spain's first game in this European Cup is scheduled for June 1996, 6. This is a Monday. It was supposed to be the day when the fans went to work, but perhaps because of the European Cup, the British mainland Fans poured into the stadium one after another, cheering and sighing for each game. The carnival scene made people almost think it was a festival of celebration.

The venue for the match between Spain and Bulgaria in Group B is at the Leeds Island Road Stadium in West Yorkshire, England. This stadium with 4 seats is the home of the League One team Leeds United Club, also known as the blooming white rose. .

"They are a bit like Real Madrid."

While waiting to play, Guti turned sideways and said to Hierro beside him.

Hierro thought for a while, "You mean they wear all white jerseys?"

"Well, although the home jersey is all white, it looks quite different from Real Madrid."

Hierro was taken aback by the contradictory meaning in his words, "What does this mean?"

"It means that our all-white jersey looks better."

Guti stuck out his tongue as he spoke.

Hierro tapped him helplessly, "Talk nonsense."

The players of the Bulgarian national team standing on the other side basically kept silent and stood in the channel. Their jersey sponsor is Puma, because their jersey style is slightly different from that of Adidas or Nike. Simply speaking of fashion It seems that the feeling is not so good, but although these Eastern European big men lack a sense of fashion, they are not weaker than other teams in terms of aura.

Seeing his juniors sizing up the Bulgarian players, Hierro grabbed Guti and pushed him to the inside of the team.

"Why are you so curious!"

"Because I'm happy."

Guti smiled softly.

In the past, he went to the Olympic Games with Raul this year. How could he have the opportunity to come to the European arena to experience the atmosphere of this kind of international competition. Now that he has the opportunity, of course he must visit it.

At this time, Hierro deeply understands that it is not easy to take care of a bear child, and it is more troublesome to take care of a Jose than he takes care of his two little children.

"Is there anything you want to know?"

Hierro had no choice but to surrender.

Seeing that he was tormenting the captain enough, Guti grinned, "Just kidding, Captain, are you nervous?"

"……bad boy!"

Hierro slapped Guti, but was too lazy to talk to him.

Carney was standing next to the two of them. He was leaning against the wall and listening to music with earphones. Seeing the captain's melancholy expression, Carney kicked Guti lightly with his foot, signaling him to restrain himself.

Guti nodded and stopped joking.

This is not a club, the seniors can take him to play around, I really shouldn't be so indulgent.

As the music sounded, the players of the two teams followed the members of the referee team into the field.

The two teams began to take pictures, shake hands and exchange flags. Facing a group of unfamiliar opponents, Guti's mind quickly flashed the situation of the Bulgarian team introduced to them by the coaching staff.

The members of this group of Bulgarian national team are almost the same as the 94 World Cup. Most of these players are from their own clubs. There are very few players from top European clubs. The most famous one is probably Stoichkov. He performed well, and in the qualifiers for this European Cup, he scored 10 goals in 10 games, which is a very good performance.

But if you want to talk about the style of the Bulgarian team, you can’t say anything straight. They play an overall style without distinctive personal characteristics, but their players have always been known for their stability, although it is rare to see a super player. Negative is a stroke of genius, but there are very few obvious mistakes. To put it mildly, they have inherited the tough style of traditional Eastern European teams, and at the same time have a stable psychological advantage.

After finishing everything before the game, the players of the two teams stood in their respective positions, waiting for the referee's whistle to start the game.

Above the stadium, the commentator and various broadcasts began to introduce the players of both sides to the audience one by one.

Bulgaria's 11-man starting lineup:

No. 1 Mikhailov

Kisshof 2

No. 3 T Ivan Love

Kilyalov No. 4

No. 5 Houbychev

No. 7 Stoichkov

No. 8 Stieshof

10 Balagov

No. 11 Nijtegoff

Polimilov No. 16

Spain's 11-man starting lineup:

1 Goalkeeper Zubizarreta

4 defender Alcorta

5 defender Abelardo

6 defender Hierro

7 Midfielder Lopez

9 Forward Pizzi

10 Midfielder Donato

14 Forward Kiko

19 Forward Guti

20 defender Nadal

21 Midfielder Enrique

Accompanied by the DJ's cheers, the enthusiasm of the audience has been mobilized. The fans of the two teams also waved their respective flags vigorously, stomped their feet and clapped vigorously to cheer for their teams.

Guti listened for a few seconds, feeling very happy.

He likes the game the most.

The whistle blows, the game begins,

Hierro, who guessed the coin, chose the right to kick off. Enrique, who was standing in the middle circle, stepped on the ball and drove the ball out immediately after hearing the whistle.

He passed the ball to Lopez standing behind him, and Lopez took two steps and passed the ball directly to Kico.

Probably at the beginning of the game, Kiko's ball did not stop well, and the football bounced out of the sideline after being blocked by the opponent's player.

Kiko raised his hand to the players in embarrassment, Lopez waved his hand and retreated.

The Bulgarian player serves.

The player who received the ball was their No. 8. Guti remembered that his name was Stieshoff, which is a name that is quite tongue-in-cheek anyway.

The tall and stout No. 8 midfielder, he dribbled the ball forward with a serious face, and the Spanish players were ready to fight. Enrique rushed over and tried to tackle the ball first. No matter how much he saw from the information, a Whether the player is good or not, you have to experience it yourself to know.

The strong Enrique fought against the opponent. When the two sides collided, their bodies swayed, but neither of them retreated. The football was hit by them and moved a little away from the opponent's No. 8 feet. Spain's No. 5 Abelardo immediately took the lead to control the ball at his feet.

Seeing that the ball had been taken away, Enrique and the opponent glanced at each other and separated.

The teammates who are familiar with Enrique's playing style estimated the strength and speed of the opponent's No. 8 based on his collision with the opponent just now, and memorized them.

The football kept flying back and forth in both halves. In the first 10 minutes, both sides treated the game very cautiously, and neither dared to make a move first.

However, after 10 minutes, the Spanish players who had been guarding the midfield began to increase their running range, like a cheetah ready to attack at any time, closely watching the opponent's actions, waiting for the opportunity to move.

The whistle sounded, and Guti stopped running, his flashing blue eyes staring at the Bulgarian team's defense.

In the previous running position, he has already estimated several defensive cooperations of the opponent. Depending on the situation, he needs to withdraw a little more.

The ball was kicked off again, and Guti reached out for the thrown ball this time. He took the ball and slowly pushed forward.

Their forwards Kiko and Pizzi are running. Not far from him are Lopez and Enrique who are going to cooperate with him. Gutimer calculated the distance and spread his palms down to let his teammates know that he What do you want to do next.

He then picked up speed, dribbled past the Bulgarian player.

The opponent tried to stop him, Guti blocked his close defense with his arm, but with a swipe under his feet, the ball flew out.

Enrique rushed to receive Guti's return pass, and then kicked the ball to the other side with a through ball.

Lopez took a big step from the sideline and turned an arc to catch the ball and raised his little foot, and the football flew out of midair.

Pizzi, who was squeezed by the opponent, stepped back on purpose, knocking the two players who were defending him into a stagger, and the football flew in front of them.

Kiko raised his leg and swept across, shooting.

Bulgarian goalkeeper Michalov flew to save the ball, the ball brushed his hand and hit the post and bounced out.

In front of the goal to grab the ball, Guti popped out, poked with his toe, and the football crashed into the net from the middle.

Guti, who was lying in front of the goal, was also taken aback for a moment. He stared at the ball in a daze, but didn't react for a while.

Ball, scored?

The whistle sounded and the goal was valid!

A heavy body fell on Guti, crushing his teeth, so he woke up.

"I rely on!"

Another strong man pressed up.

Guti rolled his eyes, lay down completely, and then gasped and asked Kiko, "Is it time for you to lose weight?"

Kiko gave him a white look, "You brat."

It wasn't until the referee warned them that the celebration time was too long, that the guys slowly got up.

And Guti was already out of breath and was about to die.

"hateful!"

Guti, who was pulled up by Enrique, rubbed his waist.

"Stinky boy, good luck."

Enrique pats him.

"Yes."

The teammates compared their fingers, this kid's luck is too good.

"This is also a skill, you bite me!"

Guti smirked.

The first goal, the first time in an international competition, the previous qualifiers are not counted, this is his first goal in the main match representing the national team.

"Hahaha~~"

"Okay, hurry up, it's time to kick off again."

Enrique shook his head.

Only then did Guti, who had a sense of reality, grinned, "Raul will definitely envy me."

"Yes, go back to your place."

In the 26th minute of the first half, Guti scored to give Bulgaria a [-]-[-] lead.

On the sidelines over there, Bulgaria's head coach Bonif pulled their players and kept talking, while here, Spanish coach Camacho stood on the sidelines with a calm face.

This goal is indeed Guti's luck.

But sometimes the game is like this. Those who want to score can't score. When they don't pay attention, someone can score with just a touch. Well, luck is also a unique phenomenon in the game. As Vincent said, Guti's luck Very good, it's definitely useful to bring him along.

People who play football are actually very superstitious, and Camacho is no exception.

After scoring a goal, the Spanish players played more relaxed and flexible, while the Bulgarian players were more serious and cautious, and the defensive players blocked the half court tightly, which caused a lot of trouble for the Spanish players' passing routes. big hindrance.

"It can't go on like this!"

Hierro, who could see clearly in the backcourt, ran up to greet his teammates.

"what do you mean?"

Enrique raised an eyebrow.

"Strengthening long-range shots and set balls is the only way to deal with dense defenses."

Hierro said.

Enrique nodded, "Got it."

Seeing the players on the court adjust their tactics spontaneously, Camacho was not angry. He knew very well that although he led the team independently, his experience in commanding the court was still poor. Rich old players are faster than he has to think, not to mention that it is Hierro who makes the decision, and Camacho believes in him very much.

Next, the Spanish players began to increase the number of long-range shots, trying to grab several set kicks.

The Bulgarian side also knew what the Spaniard wanted to do, but they played a defensive counterattack, so they couldn't blame their opponents for using this method to deal with themselves.

Guti, who was knocked down by his opponent again, took a breath, turned over and got up.

This is a free kick in the front court of about 35 meters.

The opponent also took a fancy to the effect of direct free kicks from this distance, and the free kicks from this distance in different directions failed to score.

I hate this kind of bus-setting game the most.

Guti wiped his sweat and stood behind the ball.

Run, kick, shoot!

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