number one striker

Chapter 264 Preparing for the Semifinals

"I want to buy this!" A curly-haired, fair-skinned teenager wearing a Spanish jersey stood outside the window, looking at a golden decoration in the store, drooling all over the floor.

"Buy, buy, buy! You want to buy everything you see!" A fat, blond, blue-eyed, middle-aged woman yelled and cursed. She was pulling two little girls, and behind her was her husband and another child.

"Buy it, it's not expensive." The boy pointed to the price tag and said, a series of zeros almost blinded the eyes of the middle-aged woman.

"Do you believe that I sold you?" The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes and walked over with her two daughters.

The young man followed behind weakly, suddenly got a plan, and ran over with a "da da da" and said, "I don't want it myself, it's Sarah who wants it! She told me before coming here!"

It turned out that this group of people was Sarah's aunt's family, and they also came to watch the World Cup.

"Fart!" A little girl yelled: "Sister Sara said she doesn't like football, not only won't come with us, but she doesn't want any presents!"

Cousin Sara gave her sister a white look, and muttered, "You're the only one who talks too much."

Another sister said: "Sister Sara said that the best gift is that we all go back safely."

Aunt Sara tapped her son's head with her knuckles, and said with disgust: "Look at her, Sara! She is determined to be admitted to the Complutense University of Madrid! Look at you again! You didn't even pass the secondary education, you can only study in a vocational technical school!"

Cousin Sara shrank her neck and muttered, "No way, Sara doesn't like this or that. She reads books every day and doesn't talk all day long. Who can compare with her?"

The aunt sighed and said, "Actually Sarah was very lively when she was a child, but after her father passed away, she completely changed."

Cousin Sara obviously still doesn't understand the meaning of death. His mother interrupted halfway through her sentence, "Who do you support in tomorrow's match?"

Sister A said: "It must be Germany! Long live Kaiser!"

Sister B also nodded fiercely, and shouted: "Caesar is the best, he is the king of the ball!"

The cousin didn't get the answer he wanted to hear, so he closed his mouth angrily and stopped talking.

The game will start tomorrow night. Compared with another Uruguay vs. Netherlands game, Germany vs. Spain is obviously more interesting.

Fans of the German team believe that the German team will continue to play offensive football in this game, letting Spain know that not every team is passively beaten in front of them.

The Spanish fans are optimistic that without Muller, it will be difficult for the German team to pose a threat to them.

The media of the two countries praised each other, one said that the German team was young and promising, and the other immediately took over the Spanish Armada.

Just in addition to touting, the media also secretly pointed out the shortcomings of the other party.

"Müller is a very important player! He is a fish in water under Loew's system! It is a pity that we will not be able to see a fully staffed German team!"

"Villa alone carried the entire Spanish offense! But relying too much on Villa will only make Spain's offense easier to target. Of course, they also have a better striker, Torres, although he has not scored a goal in five games."

Torres was sad, miserable, and his hair fell out in handfuls.

I was already in a bad state, and your media still pulled me out to tease me?

Do you have a sense of public morality?
But Torres really needs to worry about himself. He starts every game, but he just doesn't score.It's not that there is no chance, but the finishing touch is always unsatisfactory.

Bosque has always trusted Torres, but now it seems that he has lived up to his trust.

Moreover, the 4-4-2 formation is not conducive to the team's midfield attack. There is no breakthrough on the wing, and they can only rely on their strong ball control ability to press their opponents in their own half, and then slowly grind them to death.

This kind of hypnosis style of play is rather insignificant. It looks like it is taking the initiative to attack, but it is actually attacking instead of defending.

This is also not in line with Bosque's philosophy. He always hopes to see the team play a wonderful cooperation, not hypnotized.

Maybe it's time to put Torres on the bench.

Bosque secretly made up his mind that Spain was going to change.

Early in the morning on the day of the game, Muller got up from bed and called from room to room.

"Get up, get up!"

"Your uncle." Caesar opened his eyes in a daze, and Ozil on the bed next to him covered his ears with pillows to resist Mueller's sonic attack.

"Get up!!!!!!"

"It's so noisy!" Caesar threw a pillow over and looked at his watch, it was only half past seven.

"Thomas, what are you doing?" Ozil pulled the quilt up to his chin like a shy little daughter-in-law, and glared resentfully.

"Hurry up and do morning exercises! Today is an important match day!" Muller jumped up and down on Ozil's bed, and then ran out to harass other people.

Ozil and Caesar were relatively silent, and the latter couldn't laugh or cry: "I think Thomas can't play by himself, and he is here to harm us."

Ozil shrugged, got up slowly, and said to Caesar: "You are quite energetic."

As soon as Caesar lowered his head, a piece of the quilt was raised.

"Hehe, isn't this living in the same room with you?" Caesar smiled lewdly with a gay face.

"Go to hell."

Walking into the restaurant, sure enough, everyone was called out by Muller, all yawning.

"This damned Thomas, I must teach him a lesson." Ozil slumped on a chair, facing Klose.

Klose is in good spirits, and self-disciplined, he even got up earlier than Muller.

I saw him cheerfully saying: "It's not good to sleep too much, and you won't be able to fall asleep after taking a nap in the afternoon."

Caesar looked at Muller bouncing around, and said with a smile: "Actually, this guy is just flustered because he can't play in the game. He must be quite worried about today's game."

"Yeah, he can't be idle with his character, especially when everyone is running like hell, he must be more uncomfortable than anyone else." Klose took a sip of milk, looked at Ozil, and fell asleep.

I exercised in the gym for two hours in the morning, and after lunch, everyone went to rest again.

As a result, as Klose said, everyone slept fairly comfortably.When the alarm clock rang, Caesar gave a big stretch.

"Comfortable!" He yelled loudly, waking Ozil up again.

The players came down from upstairs one after another, all of them full of energy.

"Fortunately, Thomas woke me up, otherwise I wouldn't be able to sleep at noon."

"Yeah, this kid has a trick."

"By the way, where's Thomas?"

Everyone looked left and right, but Mueller was the last one to come down from upstairs, and yawned in a daze: "Ah!! So sleepy!"

"You deserve it!" Everyone laughed in unison.

(End of this chapter)