Football: Guards with knives, shovel Ronaldo at the beginning

At this moment, facing the crazy celebrations of his club teammates, Van Dijk had a very complicated mood.

From disdain to resentment, then from resentment to longing for the future, and then from longing for the future to current confusion.

He sat on the bench, biting his lip tightly, and the warmth from the corners of his eyes slipped unconsciously.

It wasn't until this moment that Van Dijk realized that he was so eager to win in his heart.

Whether on or off the field, I like to win.

For the first time, he hated losing so much off the court, and also hated the disunity of these people on the court.

In the next term, these ball tyrants on the court will retire.

The era of the Three Stickers is finally coming to an end!

He is confident that he can integrate the fragmented Dutch team, and he also believes that he can be in a leading position in the competition with Maguire.

The success of the club will help him gain a foothold in the national team.

In Van Dijk's view, for a player like Robben, after his failure at Real Madrid, it was Bayern that made him successful.

Rather than him succeeding at Bayern, there is an essential difference!

But the loss of losing still enveloped him, making him unable to restrain himself any longer.

Van Dyke buried his head deeply into his chest and kept shrugging his shoulders.

"What? Crying here alone? It will be caught on camera."

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and a big hand gently tapped his shoulder.

Van Dyke slowly raised his head with tears in his eyes, flexing his muscles in front of his eyes, and who could the man who was followed by a group of reporters not be Lindy?

In front of Lindy, he forced a smile.

But with this look, smiling is even uglier than crying.

Lindy handed over the jersey in his hand: "Wipe your tears quickly. How old are you? Why are you crying? There are so many media watching!"

In a panic, Van Dyke wiped his tears with his jersey, then took it off to hand it to Lindy.

But he found that this was the jersey he had just wiped tears from, and his outstretched hand froze in embarrassment, his expression awkward.

Lindy didn't take it personally. He smiled and snatched the jersey from Van Dyke's hand and threw his own away.

"Remember to practice your passing and defensive positioning during the offseason. If you don't improve at the beginning of the new season, be careful of being robbed of your starting position!"

With just one sentence, Lindy struck a chord with Van Dyke.

I saw him nodding hurriedly, and his mind was all about the core position of Liverpool's defense.

The frustration just now has been diluted long ago.

Gerald, who was in the distance, looked in his eyes and smiled happily.

Now, he can safely leave Liverpool after the World Cup and go to the major leagues to seek gold.

By the way, I took the coaching certificate test. After all, the major leagues there don't have the pressure of promotion and relegation, and everyone's desire for victory is not strong. It is more of a form similar to the NBA.

Entertaining in your own small circle is similar to WWE, where entertainment is the main thing and competition is the supplement.

In this way, he has enough time to do his own thing.

Henderson, Maguire and other Liverpool gang members were already squatting there discussing something.

Rooney, who was passing by, was attracted by keywords such as "samba girl", "call three at a time", "all the postures you want" and "yoga postures", and unconsciously squatted down together.

"Hey! Brother, what you said is wrong. When I first came here, I experienced the threesome you mentioned. Don't think about it. With the degree of twisting and the frequency of riding, you didn't even have the chance to hold the wall and go out the next day. ."

After hearing this, everyone thought for a moment and nodded frequently.

After all, it's still during the World Cup. If it affects the semi-finals, it will be great fun.

But Glen Johnson was the first to react, why is this voice so familiar?

Turning his head, Rooney was talking excitedly: "There are different varieties here, white, mixed, and black. Each has its own flavor. Mix and match. I recommend mixing..."

Everyone looked serious and seemed to be using their brains to take notes.

But the light in their eyes that goes beyond gambling and drugs is getting stronger and stronger.

...

After the game, Lindy did not see De Bruyne and others, and was reportedly taken away by De Gea.

Lao Ma and others only met Lindy once in the hotel and disappeared collectively.

"Damn it, didn't you agree to come and see me? Just to watch my game? Where is the person??"

While Lindy was standing by the hotel window, puzzled, Hull called.

"Lin, Diego and their cards have all been used up. Because we are Diamond VIPs, we have an overdraft limit of 30. Now they have informed us that it is about to be used up. Is it...?"

Lindy almost gritted his teeth and exhaled, and the corners of his eyes twitched twice.

These bastards are here to kill a big dog owner, they are not here to see him at all!

"Recharge them! Also, didn't we acquire a newspaper? Let someone arrange it for them. Remember, everyone except Lao Ma will be mosaic for me!"

Even though Hel was helping the poor in a gentle countryside with beautiful black skin, he trembled at this moment. He tightened his throat: "Boss, it's not that bad, is it??"

"Just do as I say. He has no face to lose anyway. If he wants to kill me, he has to pay the price!"

Lindy put down her phone bitterly and turned towards her wife.

To win such a crucial game, coach Hodgson still gave them a day of free time.

Who said this was a group of energetic Englishmen?

But after Lindy saw Irene wearing a looming nightgown, the anger in her heart had long lost its red coat.

He turned around and closed the curtains, took off his shirt, revealing his angular muscles, which made Irene's eyes become tender.

A symphony belonging to two people soon began to play.

The reflection on the head of the bed kept rising and falling, with swaying mountains and beautiful hair that couldn't help but fall back.

The breeze blew slowly along the cracks in the window, taking away the sweat from the body with a hint of coolness.

The instinctive drink in the throat keeps changing with the rhythm of the music.

The ticking chords of the clock on the wall were eventually drowned out when the climax of the music came.

...

maracana stadium

The German chariots rolled over the stadium, leaving the corpses of snow-capped warriors all over the ground.

Although the Swiss resisted to the death, the Germanic steel torrent, led by New Manstein, ruthlessly defeated them.

2 is better than 0

A clean score!

But if you only look at the score, you may think that Switzerland only lost two goals, which is an honorable defeat.

However, the scientific and rigorous attitude of the Germans allowed them to completely control the rhythm of the game and chose to win two goals.

Many people who watched this game were in a cold sweat, including Hodgson.

After taking a 1-0 lead, the Germans immediately slowed down their pace and conducted impeccable play in the midfield and backcourt.

A sudden killing opportunity in the frontcourt and a quick retreat that failed to succeed.

All demonstrate the strict discipline, scientific and rigorous tactical literacy of this terrifying German tank.

Hodgson believes they can score more goals if they can.

Because their second goal came after two counterattacks from the Swiss threatened.

You can do it with ease!

Fortunately, their next opponent is the Selecao.

The strongest spear in local combat, facing the well-disciplined Germanic chariots, I don't know what kind of sparks will explode.

......