[football] walk side by side

Perhaps due to Mourinho's consistent majesty in the Portuguese team, this time, the players were also infected by the confidence of the Portuguese coach's words-and the other part came from the two people sitting quietly in the locker room.

A few Portuguese players thought they were stealing glances at their two captains without anyone noticing.Cristiano just unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water at this moment, looking a little absent-minded.Cyril took the water bottle that the other party had unscrewed, and took a sip naturally.Seemingly noticing the strange stares of his teammates, the latter raised his eyebrows slightly, looking over with a questioning look on his face.

Obviously the opponent just gave a plain look, but the players froze inexplicably, and silently looked away.It's just that, psychologically, it's much more relaxed now than it was when he first entered the locker room.

——If you want to talk about top superstars, Portugal is not short of them. No matter what Argentina does, there is only one Leo Messi, but Portugal has two!

When the intermission ended and the players set foot on the field again, the Portuguese players had generally regained their confidence.

Even being equalized by Messi at the last moment is actually not a big deal.

Thinking this way, the Portuguese players returned to their corresponding positions with ease. They didn't need to raise their heads to look for them. They knew that there was a figure they were all too familiar with standing in the front not far away.

Cristiano Ronaldo stood there.

This made the last trace of uneasiness and tension in their hearts miraculously healed. It is hard to say whether this is what the media call Ronaldo dependence, but for Portugal, for this team, the Ronaldo is not The perfect captain has indeed become a symbol of the Portuguese national team.

—as long as he stood there, there seemed to be nothing to be afraid of.

The second half of the game is still fierce.

"I have to say that Messi's goal at the last moment has indeed greatly boosted the morale of Argentina, but it is a pity..." The commentator's eyes shifted to those who did not change their expressions, were as meticulous as engineers, and each performed their duties. Portuguese player: "Portugal doesn't seem to be affected by this conceded goal."

While he was talking, Cyril kicked the football slightly, causing Gago to lower his speed and center of gravity, intending to intercept the pick, but the Portuguese midfielder seemed to change his mind while touching the ball. The moment the movement touched the football, its direction and strength changed. Before Gago could react, he saw the football brush past him and roll to the rear.

Moutinho, who seemed to have expected it, quickly received the ball. He raised his head and saw Cyril who immediately completed the run after getting rid of Gago.

This moment alone is not enough for Moutinho to see the ingenuity of this position, but the intuition of many times of training made him quickly give the ball to Cyril again——

But a second later.

Argentina's fairly solid defense was immediately torn open... No, it's not so much a tear, it's better to say that this is the fleeting loophole of the Argentine players in the defensive movement, and Cyril and Moutinho With their cooperation, they captured this imperceptible moment.

It was a stunning pass, as evidenced by the cheers that emanated from the area where the Portuguese fans were.But neither Mourinho on the sidelines nor the parties involved in the pass on the field showed any surprise expressions.

Noticing this detail, Martino felt even more dejected.

It is not surprising, because for this Portuguese team, this kind of pass advancement is a rare and common thing.And this efficient midfield advancement is precisely what Argentina lacks.

Under such circumstances, how should Argentina win this game?You can't really count on Messi alone, can you?

Thinking of this, and looking at Messi who is trying to support Argentina's offensive line on the field at this moment, the Argentine coach's heart is getting heavier.

At this moment, Mourinho, who was originally standing on the sidelines, suddenly made an unexpected and seemingly expected move.

He sat back on the bench.

For most coaches, this is probably a very normal behavior, but in a major game like the World Cup final, for a coach like Mourinho who prefers to stand on the sidelines and command, it is time to sit back as a coach at this moment. Xi, is actually a somewhat unbelievable thing.

But everyone thought about the Portuguese coach's famous nickname since he coached in the Premier League, and felt that this behavior seemed not difficult to understand.

The broadcast cameras all over the world immediately focused on the legendary coach, as if they wanted to find the reason for this move from his face.The game on the field is still going on, and the shouts from the stands are still ringing. Mourinho sat quietly on the coach's bench, suddenly and gently, smiling.

Nothing to ridicule, nothing to arrogance.

It was a calm, relieved smile.

Because he understands that the laurels he wants are already real—right in front of his eyes.

Why did Mourinho give up the completed Galaxy battleship at this time and resolutely choose the Portuguese national team?

Not only because it is his dream as a head coach, but also because he clearly understands that for Portugal, there is no better opportunity to win the championship than this.

This point became more certain when he learned that the opponent was Argentina.

As he said when encouraging his players in the locker room——

Argentina is not as strong as Portugal on paper.

Argentina, which lacks the ability to control and advance in the midfield, is simply impossible to play Messi's due strength, and Leo Messi himself is by no means a truly outstanding leader in consciousness.

But Portugal is different.

Just like what the head coach who coached the Portuguese U14 youth team said 21 years ago, Cristiano and Cyril just complement each other, one is quiet and the other is hot.One is gentle and elegant, and the other is calm and prestige.One is too calm and old-fashioned, and the other is too childish.

And for Portugal, the luckiest thing is——

They trust each other and admire each other.

Football has never been a game for the strong, and Argentina may not be without the possibility of a miracle comeback, but...they have come all the way from the abyss and have gone through thousands of trials, how could they make this stupid mistake again?

Mourinho raised his head, leaned slightly on the coach's bench, and smiled softly.

Portugal's goal came at this time.

It's like a pre-written script.

The competition between the two sides for the ball in the midfield came to an abrupt end when the football fell to Cyril's feet. The ball circled under his feet like a toy, then lightly passed over the heads of the crowd and flew towards the Argentine backcourt. .On the way of the football flying, Cristiano started simultaneously, and after unloading the ball, he left behind all the Argentine players who were chasing back!

Without deliberately adjusting the angle, the Portuguese superstar raised his foot without hesitation!In the next second, the football hit the net like a cannonball!

The Maracanã Stadium was dead silent for a moment!

Many Portuguese fans watching the game are diehard fans of their national team. Naturally, they will not forget that this seemingly simple but highly technical and tacit cooperation was exactly 14 years ago when their two captains played for Portugal. In the process of winning the first championship, the last and most important cooperation and goal.

After confirming the goal, Cristiano directly threw Cyril on the grass-speaking of this move, it seems to be the same as that year.The difference is that this time, Cyril had expected it, opened his arms and hugged him with a smile.

The person who was hugged excitedly leaned beside him, calling his name clearly: "Cyril."

This scene is not unfamiliar.As if recalling the scene and mood back then, Cyril turned his head slightly and responded with a smile: "What?"

"I love you."

Cyrillic:"!!!"

It never occurred to him that his lover would not play cards according to his memory. Cyril, who never expected to get this answer, was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, he saw Cristiano, whose mind was completely dominated by joy. Without hesitation, he rubbed forward fiercely, and bit his lips impartially.

Mourinho: "……………"

All the fans: "???!!!"

Cyril no longer remembers how he got up from the ground, was pulled into the locker room, put on a new jersey, and went to the podium to receive his own medal.

When he stripped away the wandering thoughts from the long absence and only felt his lips ache slightly, his brain was filled with wonderful emotions, so much so that he was completely unaware that the Portuguese captain, who had made a big news at the moment, had already Facing the Hercules Cup, he showed a somewhat dreamy expression.

Cyril thought that he would be troubled by this accident for a long time—but the truth is, when Cristiano stood with him on the podium and the two lifted the trophy that symbolized the king of the world at the same time, he realized that all those Thoughts that had nothing to do with this, disappeared like clouds and mist.

He seemed to be much calmer than any Portuguese player present, as if even in front of the Hercules Cup, he was still the calm vice-captain.But maybe only he himself knows about the blood that is constantly boiling up, and the heart that is beating wildly in his chest.

The world has stood still at this moment.

The clouds blown by the wind over the stadium, and the cheering fans in the stands all seemed to fade away at this moment, turning into a blank outline, nothing could be seen or heard.Only the sound of Cristiano's breathing, so subtle that it was almost inaudible, was left.

"I once thought that as long as I had the Hercules Cup, I would have nothing to ask for in my career, but now I realize that all this is far from enough." Cristiano quietly stared at the huge cup. The trophy, as if staring at this hard-won honor, but also as if looking through it, to see something: "I still want many, many champions—"

His voice was low, as if talking to himself.

Cyril smiled.

"it is good."

He said.