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Chapter 183 The Premier League Years Andre's swan song!

On June 2008, 6, at the Ernst Happel Stadium in Vienna, 22 pure men were engaged in the most passionate sports. Even the heavy rain in Vienna could not extinguish the flames of fighting in people's hearts.

"Santiago!!! Stop him!!!" Puyol was directing the team's last line of defense, and the captain of Barcelona stared coldly at the fast-moving black-haired man, signaling Cazorla to stop Xiangnan.

Cazorla rushed forward and lay across the road heading south.

Heavy rain caused problems for the turf at the Ernst Happel stadium, the field became slippery, a sudden change of direction to the south, slipped on the foot, almost fell, tried to control the ball, facing Cazorla Pressing hard, his left foot faltered, followed by a push of the arch of his foot, the ball reached Piero's feet, and then began to accelerate towards the south, and Cazorla, who had no time to turn around in the future, was left far behind.

Without the slightest hesitation, Del Piero controlled the ball with his left foot. Before Senna grabbed it, he changed his feet, rubbed his right foot lightly, and the ball returned to Xiangnan's feet.

Beautiful 2 over 1! !
The rain seems to have slowed down a bit, with wet black hair, a little messy feeling, fearless eyes, head held high, striding forward! !
The floodlight casts a resolute reflection on the south-facing face. At this moment, Ares, the God of War in the Temple of Athens, has come to the Ernst Happel Stadium! !

"Stop him!! Stop him!!" Puyol yelled.

Ramos roared and greeted him! !
"Andre!! Stop it for me!!" The Real Madrid defender imagined himself as an angel fighting on two wings at this moment! ! !
"I want to score!! I want to score!! Everything is not over yet!! This is my stage!!!!" Xiang Nan felt a wild voice shouting in his heart, it was so hot Factor, jumping like crazy! !
Xiangnan did not slow down, and the castration did not decrease. Facing Ramos, he used his left foot to block the ball to the left. Just when Ramos had just reacted and blocked his foot, he turned with his heel and used his left foot to block the ball. The arch of the foot was pulled, switched to the right foot, the toe poked, and the ball slipped past Ramos.

Push the ground with your right foot and start to accelerate even more crazily.

Ramos only felt that a blue light flashed in front of his eyes, and he even felt the air compressed on his cheeks...

Puyol didn't expect Ramos to be broken through like this. The Barcelona captain knows the strength of Real Madrid's defenders.

Without the slightest hesitation, Puyol rushed forward with a roar, and gestured to Marchena on the other side to be careful of Cassano's advance. The captain of Barcelona will never allow it. It's on again! !
Puyol raised his head and met Xiang Nan's high-spirited eyes. The captain of Barcelona's eyes also became hot. He strode forward and quickly blocked his position, trying to block Xiang Nan from the penalty area...

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South and Puyol's second confrontation? ! ! !
The reporters in the press box were boiling. In the first confrontation, Xiang Nan won, which directly led to Spain conceding a goal. Now, Xiang Nan and Puyol played against each other again, which made the press box The uncrowned king on the road was as excited as Columbus discovered the New World, and the constantly flashing flashlights also diluted the cool feeling of the Ernst Happel Stadium...

Puyol's eyes were hot and his expression was serious. He decided not to allow the guy in front of him, and he succeeded again! !
Xiang Nan's feet were changing rapidly, constantly moving back and forth, looking for a gap to attack...

Puyol's card position is very good, making Xiangnan feel uncomfortable.

The rain got into his eyes, and Xiang Nan shook his hair violently.

Moving south! !
a sudden acceleration;
change direction;

Emergency stop;

Accelerate again;
change direction;

Puyol kept changing his footsteps, and the slippery turf made him stagger a bit. At this moment, Puyol even admired the opponent in front of him a little. Continuous change of direction and emergency stop action.

At this moment, Xiang Nan swung the arch of his left foot, the ball reached his right foot, followed by rubbing the inner instep of his right foot, the ball slipped past Puyol's left wing, and Xiang Nan kicked the ground with his left foot and began to accelerate...

Shocked, Puyol subconsciously had to pull——
'Absolutely don't let this kid pass'! !

The jersey, soaked by rain and sweat, was so slippery that Puyol felt that Xiang Nan was like a slippery loach, and the jersey slipped through his hands——
However, Xiangnan's series of actions, such as emergency stop, change of direction, acceleration, and breakthrough, have already lost a little strength. Even a slight force is so obvious on the slippery turf around the jersey. With a stagger, the body leaned back...

"Andre!! Don't admit defeat, this is your battle, you have to fight!!"

There seemed to be a voice in my heart speaking——
"Andre, you have to fight until the last second!!!"

Fighting! ! ! !
'No! !I want to score! ! '

Sudden roar! ! !

'go in! ! '

With a strange force, his waist and abdomen were tense, and he jumped into the air to the south, fell heavily, and the bright spikes slid towards the ball——
This is man power! !

The spikes and the black and white sprites collide and emit golden sparks, which are so gorgeous in the rain at the Ernst Happel Stadium——
'Football can be as gorgeous as summer flowers! '

The moment Xiang Nan landed on the turf of the Ernst Happel Stadium, he remembered the words that Uncle Alexander said. He never doubted these words...

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After the ball was shoveled, it jumped up suddenly, like a violent club hitting a golf ball, it suddenly changed direction, and jumped towards the goal...

The ball seems to have an unstoppable momentum——
Real Madrid's 'Saint Cassie' didn't even react at this moment. The ball rubbed against Iker Casillas' right ankle, stuck to the post, and rolled into the net, creating infinite waves! ! !

Xiangnan lay on the turf of the Ernst Happel Stadium, watched the ball roll into the net, panted heavily, with a bitter smile on his face, and the pain from the bottom of his heart welled up in his heart——
'It's finally in, and it's over! ! '

In Xiangnan's ear, Mr. Tomasi's roar sounded, and the rain flowed down the corner of his mouth, overflowing into Xiangnan's mouth, salty, the tears of the blue Danube? ! ! ? ! !
"goooooooooooaaaaal, AND - REA!!! Great goal!! No tears for Italy!! No tears!! 2012!! Our hope is in this moment, resurrection!! We have no tears!!" Tomasi's The mournful voice hovered over the Ernst Happel Stadium, but everyone could hear the salty taste of half of the Mediterranean sea in the old man's voice...

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The time for stoppage time has come. When Italy was attacking, the referee kept looking at his watch, but one of them didn't stop the game, because Italy's attack never stopped at the feet of this big black-haired boy, always——
Forward, towards the Spanish restricted area! !
The goal is valid! !
2:3! ! !

The Italians narrowed the score gap to 1 goal! !

but--
Dudu Dudu! ! !
The whistle pierced the sky! ! !

The referee blew the whistle for the end of the game, and the battle at the Ernst Happel Stadium was over! ! !
Lying south on the turf of the Ernst Happel Stadium, just like that on the rain-soaked turf of the Ernst Happel Stadium.

The rain, poured down, fell into the south-facing hair tips, in the eyes, and all over the body.

Breathing heavily.

"it's over?!!"

Under the floodlights of the Ernst Happel Stadium, the rainy night in Vienna looks more and more blurred...

Spanish players are already celebrating crazily, celebrating without emotion! !

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Inside the Ernst Happel Stadium, the Italian internationals lay down and worked, letting the rain run down their cheeks.

Tears mixed with rain, a sentimental theme at this moment! !

Xiang Nan felt a hand stretched out in front of his eyes and patted his shoulder. It was Tony.

"Luca, I'm sorry, I didn't fulfill my promise, we failed."

Tony patted Xiangnan on the shoulder, "Andre, you've done better, stand up and hold your head high, you've done better than me!!"

Tony will pull up to the south; two people, Italy's current main center, and one is Italy's future striker genius shooter, just like that, standing in the rainy night of Ernst Happel Stadium in Vienna, watching quietly not far away---
The Spanish carnival is still going on! !

Tears mixed with rain fell into Xiangnan's mouth, the salty taste contained bitterness...

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Donadoni and the coaching staff of the Italian national team also walked into the Ernst Happel Stadium, pulling up their disciples one by one.

Cassano cried fiercely, just like the last European Cup, the tears welled up from the corners of Barry boy's eyes;
Del Piero silently pulled Cassano up, and softly comforted him, but no one doubted that the pain in the heart of Prince Zebra would be much less painful than Cassano——
Cassano is the future of Italy, and Del Piero is the past of Italy. The European Cup career of Prince Zebra is over.

This is the moment of farewell, Camoranesi, Gianluca, Panucci.Luca Tony…

This will be their last European Cup! !

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"Italy!! Italy!!" The Italian fans at the Ernst Happel Stadium continued to use their singing to encourage their Roman fighters, with a sense of pathos and crying...

The Ernst Happel Stadium, right now, is half heaven and half hell!

Fabregas draped a Spanish flag and galloped all over the field. Wherever he went, it was the biggest cheers in the Iberian Peninsula! !

Buffon, the captain of the Italian field, together with the coach, organized all the players and came to the Apennines stand at the Ernst Happel Stadium to thank fans from afar.

There was thunderous applause from the stands, and the bitter tears in the applause are always so unbearable! !
TV cameras captured a newly raised banner in the stands—
"Andre, thank you!! Please don't cry!!!"

The banner was very sloppy, and it was obvious that it had just been written and hung up.

"Andre, you did it, play well, you won the hearts of the fans, do it well." Donadoni walked up and patted Xiangnan on the shoulder, with a bitter sense of relief in his words.

Feeling sad, Xiang Nan didn't notice Donadoni's tone, "Coach, but, I lost the game."

Donadoni didn't answer, he turned and left, walked straight into the player tunnel, all the Italian players also began to walk slowly towards the player tunnel, the end of the tunnel is the end of the summer of 2008...

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"Andre!!"

Looking back to the south, I saw Puyol walking over. The rain made Puyol's fluffy long hair look like a chicken coop.

Puyol walked up to Xiang Nan, patted Xiang Nan on the shoulder, and said in unproficient Italian, "Andre, your performance is great, you won today."

Xiang Nan knew that the captain of Barcelona meant that he had won the two confrontations with him.

"However, we lost the game, and I'm going home to take a good rest."

Puyol knew that Xiang Nan was in a bad mood now, and it wasn't enough to say a few words. He took off his wet jersey and handed it over.

Xiang Nan froze for a moment, quickly took off his jersey, which was also soaked in rain and sweat, and handed it over.

"Kars, win a championship, remember!! I would rather lose to the final champion!!" Xiang Nan wiped off the water from his forehead and looked into Puyol's eyes.

"Don't worry, Andre!! We have never been so confident as we are now!!" The Barcelona captain's words revealed incomparable fighting spirit and self-confidence.

The reporters in the press booth also noticed what happened here. At this moment, countless flashing lights recorded Xiangnan's final freeze-frame moment in the 2008 European Cup! !

Puyol patted Xiangnan on the shoulder, turned and left. This moment, for the Spaniard, was a happy moment.

Looking south for the last time, Fabregas, who was in the Ernst Happel Stadium and was being cheered by the fans, turned and walked into the player tunnel.

'This time, you win, next time...'

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On the second day after the game, the headlines of the world's major media introduced the game between Italy and Spain:

Reuters: "Andre's tears, Italy go home!!"

Germany's "Kicker": "Donadoni made the biggest mistake. When the game ended, the Spaniards suddenly realized that the one they should be most grateful for is the head coach of the Italian national team. If Andre starts If you show up..."

Official UEFA website: "Italy and Spain put in a good game, with Aragones' side having the last laugh as Italy's Andrea scored his fourth goal of the tournament, and Spain's Villa are tied for the top scorers."

On the night of returning to the hotel, Xiangnan received a call from Joanna. The little beauty knew the result of the game immediately. She opened the window to the south, and she could see the night view of the Danube in the rainy night in Vienna from a distance——
In an ancient European city, the pearls shuttle, classic and fascinating! !
Xiangnan seems to have heard the familiar sound of the 'Blue Danube', echoing in my ears...

The next day, the whole Italian team took a flight back to Rome, Italy.

The Italian internationals who walked into the airport hall were immediately surrounded by a large number of reporters who came after hearing the news. Xiang Nan didn’t talk to everyone, and no one answered the question. Everyone felt uncomfortable. At this moment, these reporters Ladies and gentlemen, besides provoking the teacher to inquire about the crime, what other nutritious words can you say?
At this time, hundreds of fans outside the airport hall held up banners:

"Italy, please don't cry, lads, you are doing well!!
It's just that this banner, amidst the sound of accountability flying all over the sky, seems so powerless and pale...

Football is like this, if you win, you are the king, if you lose, you are nothing...

No one likes the feeling of failure, and Xiang Nan doesn't like it even more! !
The players filed into the waiting bus of the national team, the driver stepped on the gas pedal, and fled away from the chasing and intercepting of the uncrowned kings! !

Euro 2008 is over! !
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On June 2008, 6, the Italian Football Association held a press conference and announced that Donadoni, the head coach of the Italian national team, had submitted his resignation to the Italian Football Association. After careful consideration, the Football Association had accepted Donadoni resignation.

"I would like to thank Robert for his contribution to Italian football in the past two years, and I also wish Robert can achieve better results in the days to come."

In the Apennine Peninsula, when the verbal criticism of Donadoni just started, Donadoni chose to leave. At this time, Xiangnan remembered what Donadoni said to himself at the Ernst Happel Stadium The sentence 'Andre, you did it, play well, you won the hearts of the fans, do it well. ' really means--
At that time, Donadoni was ready to resign. When Donadoni was criticized in Italy, the lonely Donadoni did not receive the support of the Italian Football Association. At this time, Donadoni I have made up my mind to resign! !
"The Football Association will form a special group as soon as possible to analyze the 2008 European Cup, the team's experience and lessons, and select a new national team head coach as soon as possible to prepare for the 2010 World Cup qualifiers in South Africa. .”

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On June 2008, 6, 26 hours after the Italian national team coach Donadoni resigned, the Italian Football Association officially announced the new head coach candidate. pointer.

Regarding his re-appointment, Lippi said in an interview with Gazzetta dello Sport:
"I feel very happy and I'm motivated."

"Italy is still going strong. We have a lot of young, talented players."

According to Gazzetta dello Sport, Lippi joined the national team together with his coaching staff, former Juventus cronies Pezotti and Ferrara, as well as goalkeeper coach Bordon and team doctor Castellahi, in addition to these 4 people, there is another person who will assist Lippi, and he is Peruzzi.His job is to coordinate the relationship between the players and the head coach and keep the locker room stable.

In this European Cup, after the first Italian 1:3 Dutch game, the conflict between Buffon-based Italian internationals and Donadoni, and after the second group match, Xiangnan and Donadoni The contradiction between the two has attracted enough attention within the Italian Football Association. The shrewd Lippi certainly does not want to face such a situation, and Peruzzi is a link of communication between the players and the coach! !

For the Italian national team, the starting point of the road to the 2010 World Cup in South Africa is——
On September 2008, 9, Italy's away game against Cyprus.

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The inventory of the 2008 European Cup is sent in advance. The chapter about the European Cup is over, and the following will be a new and wonderful story. Please continue to support! !

Attachment: The 2008 European Cup came to an end. Spain eliminated Russia in the semi-finals. In another semi-final, the German chariot crushed the Ottoman cavalry and joined Spain in the final.

In the final held in Vienna, Austria, the Iberian matadors returned to the Ernst Happel Stadium. In the final, with Torres' lore, they defeated the Germanic Chariot 1-0 and raised a historic victory. 'Delaunay Cup'! !

About the inventory of this European Cup:

With 5 goals, Villa won the European Cup Golden Boot, 4 goals in the four games in the south, only one goal behind, ranking second.

In the selection of UEFA, the best rookie of this European Cup was selected, and Xiang Nan was elected without any dispute.

After selection by UEFA's technical panel, the best team for the 2008 Switzerland-Austria Euro Cup is as follows:
Coach: Aragones (Spain);
Candidate, Guus Hiddink (Russia)
Formation: 4-4-2
Goalkeeper: Iker Casillas (Spain);

Candidate, Buffon (Italy)

Defense: Van Bronthorst (Netherlands), Puyol (Spain), Pepe (Portugal), Lahm (Germany);
Candidates, Ramos (Spain), Altintop (Turkey), Marchena (Spain), Zhirkov (Russia)
Midfielders: Sneijder (Netherlands), Ballack (Germany), Xavi (Spain), Cristiano Ronaldo (Portugal);

Candidates, Podolski (Germany), Fabregas (Spain), Modric (Croatia), Schweinsteiger (Germany)
Forwards: Villa (Spain), Andre (Italy);

Candidates, Torres (Spain) Arshavin (Russia)

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When preparing to go on vacation, Xiangnan received a call from the head coach of the Italian National Youth Team, Casiraghi. He knew that the stage that truly and completely belonged to him would come soon. Now, he wanted to enjoy My own vacation, then, is the European Youth Championship...

(End of this chapter)