[Football Fans] Glory

During the half-day rest, I accompanied Alan Chasha to the commercial street in London to conduct a big sweep. As a professional player, Guti played nearly sixty or seventy games a year, his legs were already weak and his feet were stomping. Alancha in high heels was actually ready to go shopping in high spirits.

"God, enough is enough!"

The smiling Guti growled in an unfriendly tone.

Arancha threw a disdainful look, "Professional player, ha!"

"When I find an opportunity, I must advise the coach to use this as physical training."

Guti, who slumped on the back of the chair, sighed.

Alancha took out the makeup mirror and looked at the photo as if nothing had happened, "I didn't expect you to be quite popular, and there will be reporters following you to take pictures."

"Honey, at least I'm already a famous football star!"

Guti also finds it strange that Alancha has never understood his fame in the football world. How can he say that he has played in professional leagues for two years and in European competitions for two years, especially in Europe for more than a year? It has been featured many times on the sports section of the newspaper, and there are many international endorsements. Why does Alancha always feel that it is strange for reporters to film him!

"I know Maradona, Caguinha, Redondo, Batistuta!"

Guti rolled his eyes at Arancha's answer.

"They're all Argentine."

So Guti rolled his eyes even more, "Don't you think I don't know they are Argentines!"

Seeing the angry expression on his little boyfriend's face, Alan chuckled, "I've been working a lot in Argentina for more than half a year, and the football atmosphere there is too strong, and you can hear about football everywhere you go. news."

"Well, the one chasing you too?"

Guti blinked.

"Oops~~"

Arancha smiled shyly, "He's a Boca fan."

"You actually went to the football game with him?"

Goodie pouted.

The beautiful fingertips touched Guti's face, "What are you pretending to be, little boy."

"I hate to break up with you."

"If you don't mind, I don't care!"

Seeing Guti's blue eyes sparkling, Alancha giggled.

With two excellent men around her, she will definitely be cursed by women all over Europe!

She gave her an angry look, and Guti made a crying expression, "I'm so pitiful~~~"

"Hey, be obedient~~"

The two looked at each other and smiled affectionately on the street.

There were photos like this in the evening sports news highlights, in exchange for a lot of whistles from the Spanish players eating in the restaurant after evening training.

"Your girlfriend is beautiful."

Guerrero sat down with a tray.

"She'll be very happy."

Guti took a sip of the soup and smiled happily.

"But during the training just now, your performance was not very good."

Carney, who was sitting next to him, said.

"Uh~~" Guti shrugged, "Go shopping with her in the morning until the afternoon, God!"

The two married men present laughed understandingly, "Women!"

"Carney, you didn't accompany your wife?"

Goody asked.

"She was with the baby."

Carney smiled.

Guerrero also said that his wife was taking care of the baby, so he just walked around here.

Guti sighed, "Shopping with women is the most painful thing."

Then, his exclamation was unanimously recognized by the men present.

On June 6, after two days of rest and three days of reorganization, the Spanish national team ushered in their second group match.

France and Spain face off in Group B at Elland Road, Leeds.

During this period, the overall strength of the French team can only be regarded as second-rate in Europe due to the lack of success after the Platini era and the pain of missing the World Cup. The French coach Jacques began to carry out drastic reforms to France. Abandoned Papin, Cantona, Ginola, and reused Bordeaux stars Zidane, Djorkaeff, Dugarry and others who were not bald at this time. The introduction of these young players caused an uproar in France. But Jacquet still insisted on his selection, but in the team he mainly relied on veterans such as Anglomar.

The starting 11-man squad for the French team is:

goalkeeper:

No. 1 Bernard Rama

Guard:

No. 2 Jocelyn Anglomar

No. 3 Eric DiMeco

No. 4 Frank LeBoeuf

No. 5 Laurent Blanc

Midfielder:

No. 6 Vincent Gaelin

No. 7 Didier Deschamps (captain)

No. 10 Zinedine Zidane

forward:

No. 9 Yuri Djorkaeff

11 Patrice Locco

13 Christopher Dugarry

When the players from both sides entered the field to shake hands, Guti kept looking at their No. [-] captain Didier Deschamps. He wondered if Didier still remembered him. When the two shook hands, Didier smiled at him.

Guti also grinned back a happy smile.

"know?"

Kiko, who was standing next to Guti after walking over, asked Guti.

Guti nodded, "I met Juventus."

"Just a game?"

Kiko raised an eyebrow.

Speaking of this, Guti winked, "He is a Basque!"

"Oh!"

Kiko nodded.

Hierro on the other side glared angrily after hearing the conversation between the two of them, "Shut up."

Guti made a mischievous movement of pulling his mouth to close the zipper, while Kiko raised his eyebrows, "Are you nervous?"

Hierro was really going to be pissed off by these incomprehensible teammates, he stared a few times... He was called away by the referee to guess coins.

"Haha, Fernando is so funny."

Kiko laughed.

Guti also laughed, "Really not coming to Real Madrid?"

"never!"

Facing the invitation of his mortal enemy, Kiko stood firm.

Looking sideways at his handsome side face, Guti sighed slightly, then leaned into Kiko's ear and whispered, "Kiko, I'm going to the United States after the European Cup. I know someone from a sports injury medical research institute. Treat your ankles well!"

His words made Kiko's body stiffen and tremble, "... Jose!"

"Although it's not obvious, your injury is already very serious, right! Go and treat it well, at most it will only be a truce for two or three months, a complete cure is better than anything else!"

Kiko stared at him, Guti smiled softly, "Kiko, you are a good opponent, I don't want you to end your career prematurely."

Kiko put his hand on Guti's shoulder and pressed it hard, "Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

How lonely it would be without the fun people like you on the field.

Only cowards are afraid of the strong, and the strong only want to fight against the strong!

There was music on the field, and the noisy voices gathered together, joyful and enthusiastic. This is our battlefield and the place where we live.

Form a circle, hand to hand, for victory.

victory!victory!victory!

"Another Spanish teenager, Guti!!!"

There were high-pitched shouts in the air.

The fans in the stadium shouted and held up cheering flags, and the sound of stomping was about to shatter the stands.

"La la~~~ Our golden boy is handsome and cute, our golden boy is dexterous and witty..."

The Spanish fans made up saliva songs on the spot, cheering for Guti, who had just staged a beautiful attack. Although the goal was missed just now, Guti's performance has exceeded everyone's expectations.

Alan, who was sitting in the family seat, was watching Guti's game. The smile on her lips was so charming. Her little boyfriend is really great.

What a shame to let go of such a wonderful man.

But the most pity is that he likes himself but doesn't love himself.

What a shame!

Arancha jumped up, waved his flag, and screamed, "Jose!!!!"

It turned out that on the field, Guti once again dribbled the ball into the penalty area of ​​the French team. He flicked the ball back and forth between his feet, his body swayed, but his feet swayed backwards to pass the ball.

There was an exclamation in the audience, but Guti didn't hear anything at this moment. Facing a strong opponent, he was fully devoting himself to the game.

Breathing shortly, concentrating, trying hard to listen to the voices on the field.

Teammates, enemies, and my breath.

Guti raised his head, he stared at the goal, the ball under his feet seemed to be stuck, obediently under his feet, he dodged the opponent's steal, jumped with both feet, and passed the ball in mid-air.

The ball spun around in the air, bounced off a French player and bounced back.

Enrique knocked over a Frenchman, intercepted the ball, and with his thigh force, he passed the ball hard.

The blasted ball hit the goal post. French goalkeeper Rama ran over and hugged the football. He shouted the names of his teammates and threw the ball.

Both sides played more cautiously today, with strong offensive power and strong defense. However, both midfielders are very strong, and they often have no way to break through the defense.

It was another foul, and Guti took advantage of the time when he was about to serve, and ran to the sidelines to sip his saliva, exhausting too much.

At the same time, a player of the French team was also drinking water on the sidelines. Guti glanced at the past-ha, it was Zidane!

The young Zidane was not bald at this time, and his barely handsome face showed a tired look, and he looked not in good spirits.

Hey, what happened to Zidane?

Guti was surprised.

Probably because he noticed that someone was looking at him, Zidane looked over vigilantly.

Guti nodded at him, turned around and ran away.

Zidane, who was stunned for a moment, also threw away the water bottle and hurried back to his place.

"That No. 10 is exhausted, break through from him."

Guti, who returned to the field, quickly chatted with his teammates, and then rushed to the front.

The Spanish players who were reminded by Guti began to observe the number 10 of the French team. Sure enough, although he was running and blocking seriously, he always gave people a sense of slack, not really lack of physical strength, but excessive fatigue. lack of energy.

So they began to deliberately dribble the ball through from the side, and when they encountered the French team's No. 10, they cleverly bumped into him and lured him to attack.

At first, Zidane didn't notice the problem, but after a few minutes, he felt that something was wrong. Did the Spanish players walk too much from him, and Didier Deschamps replaced him more often? .

Once again the Spaniard broke past Zidane and Didier Deschamps stopped the ball with a sliding tackle.

He looked over worriedly, "Are you okay!"

Zidane shook his head, "It's okay."

Deschamps frowned, "Let's change positions."

So the two exchanged positions, and then they found that the Spaniard was still breaking through in the direction of Zidane.

But this time, Didier Deschamps didn't have time to make up for him. The Spaniard who broke through had already brought the ball to the frontcourt.

Fortunately, the French goalkeeper Rama was more powerful and blocked the ball.

Didier Deschamps understood that the opponent, the Spaniard, discovered Zidane's lack of energy, so he specifically made a breakthrough from him.

Cunning Spaniard!

He muttered a curse, but if he was the opponent, he would do the same, and now Zidane is the weakness of the French team.

He shouldn't have been allowed to play.

Deschamps sighed.

Zidane, who has experienced a crazy season in Bordeaux, his physical reserves are completely exhausted, as if it is obviously a Ferrari sports car, but you dismantle its engine, that is, you can’t run even if you want to run, but you meet again. With a coach as strict as Jacquet, he didn't consider the physical condition of the players at all. Zidane dragged his tired body and played the whole game with the Romanian team. In fact, he should be allowed to rest in this game.

On the other end, Guti ran over with the ball again.Deschamps was the first to stop in front of him.

Looking at his familiar old opponent, Guti pursed his lips and smiled.

Deschamps stared at him seriously, not daring to relax at all.

When we first met last year, this young man was a bit inexperienced when he played his position on the field with a childish face, but when we meet again today, he is already surprisingly mature.

Using his body to resist his, he moved his nimble legs, hooked twice, and shot the ball.

Watching the ball fly, Guti laughed at him, Deschamps sighed.

Guti ran away.

Deschamps looked at his back, then gestured to his teammates, telling them to shrink the defense now, leaving only Djorkaeff in front.

Although the captain's command was a bit strange, the players of the French team obediently retreated.

In this way, neither side scored until the end of the first half.

The author has something to say: PS: Guti, you are so bad! ! !

PS: Zidane did not perform well in the European Cup this time. He was too tired after playing all the games in Bordeaux. After that, he moved to Juventus. Originally, Guti wanted his father to poach him... ...But think about it or forget it, without the sharpening in Juventus, there may not be Qizu later~~