football's most handsome

Cristiano almost exhausted his whole life when he kicked the ball.

He fell to the grass, hard this time, and he grinned subconsciously in pain, but soon his grin turned into a big smile.

- The ball went in! !

When he realized this, he got up subconsciously and wanted to run and jump to celebrate, but when he got up, he only saw his own team leader raised his hands pointing to the sky.

He froze for a moment, and then realized that this was not a pose that could be put on right away—his team captain had obviously already made the celebration when he shot, or even before the shot, to celebrate his goal, and Celebrate Portugal's turnaround.

Thinking of this, his eyes turned red, and he almost shed tears on the court.

In order not to let his tears really fall, he wiped his eyes violently, and then ran towards Juan like a cannonball.

Juan's mood is very calm, really, he has never been calmer than now.

The moment Cristiano raised his feet, he had already raised his hands, and now it was a calm celebration.

Before the football hit the goal, everyone was baffled by his actions, but at this moment, everyone understood.

- Juan Diaz has absolute trust in Cristiano Ronaldo!

He knew that Cristiano could score, just like every time he predicted in the past!

When Cristiano hit his head, Juan took two steps back to catch him firmly, and then rubbed the young man's head desperately.

"Juan!! I made it Juan!!" Cristiano yelled loudly in his ear, even getting so excited that he wanted to take off his clothes. Juan held his hand desperately: "Wait a minute, the game is still going on!" There are a few minutes, do you want to get a yellow card at this time??"

Cristiano shuddered, and the hand reaching for the hem of his clothes stopped.

——To be honest, if you get a yellow card at this time, the next game will be really dangerous.

The next game is against Italy!

The next game is the final of the Hercules Cup!

Portugal has really come this far!

They have really come this far!

The silly boy who was hugging his body changed from laughing loudly at the beginning to howling with unknown meaning. Juan supported him firmly, feeling his shoulders that were getting wet and sighing.

This silly boy is indeed carrying a lot of things.

Even if he usually acts like he doesn't care, in fact he still cares in his heart, doesn't he?

Juan's heart softened, and he patted the young man's head: "Alright, alright, Cristiano, we've already won and there's nothing to cry about."

"I didn't cry!!" Cristiano replied with a loud voice.

Although he said so, Juan understood from the expressions of his teammates who gathered around him—this kid might have cried a lot.

He patted the young man on the head and said with a smile: "If you get the Hercules Cup, will you cry so hard that you can't help yourself?"

"...I didn't cry!" Cristiano roared, but all the teammates hugging around couldn't help but chuckled.

There are 23 people in Portugal's entire team, only Nani is younger than him, but Nani is basically here to show off, so in fact, among the players on the field, Cristiano is the youngest, so he hangs in Juan At this moment, no one will laugh at him if he is crying on his body.

Because many people also burst into tears at the same time.

They know that Portugal has waited too long for this day.

"Portugal are two goals ahead of France after a Cristiano Ronaldo penalty, it's an incredible scene for us... oh my god, incredible football, the most dramatic, spectacular and exciting football ever , The gap between victory and defeat often occurs in an instant, and it also means that the situation is settled in an instant!"

"Congratulations to Portugal, congratulations to Scolari, congratulations to Cristiano Ronaldo! They got tickets to the last leg!"

At this moment on the stage, many people have already started crying.

They could clearly see Cristiano on the big screen who was hugging Juan and wrinkled his whole face from crying, and they could also clearly see the scenes of the Portuguese players embracing and celebrating each other excitedly but tiredly.

They saw the scene of coach Scolari jumping high for the first time on the side of the court, turning his head and hugging his assistant coach as a kiss, and they also saw the bench that was almost overturned.

Forward Portugal!

"In 04, Portugal won the European Cup. At that time, the President of Portugal, Jorge Sampaio, had already awarded awards to his warriors. I am afraid that the president never expected that he would be retiring two years later. We need to award trophies to our own warriors!"

"Before Scolari, there has never been a head coach in history who can lead two teams to win the European Cup and the World Cup respectively, and now, he is about to become the first Hercules in two different teams. Cup head coach!"

"Listen to what the Portuguese people call their coach - 'President Scolari'! 'King of Portugal'! Don't know what Jorge Sampa thinks about dating... although I have a feeling he would be happy to let For this position, as long as Scolari can really bring back the Hercules Cup for Portugal, haha!"

"Speaking of which, Portugal has clearly won the game, but the celebration doesn't seem to be so jubilant. Could it be that they feel that it is not worth being happy at this moment?"

"I think most of them are so exhausted that it is difficult to even walk... Look carefully, Juan Diaz's hair is already soaked, and he has been holding Cristiano in his arms, with a look on his face. It seems a little pale?"

Cristiano finally finished venting. He jumped down and wiped his eyes embarrassingly. Just as he was about to mutter a few words, he heard his captain suddenly speak in a hurried voice: "Juan, Juan, are you okay?"

"????!" Cristiano raised his head abruptly, only to realize that Juan's face was almost pale at this moment.

"It's okay." Juan pursed his lips and replied, "It's just a little tired..."

If Cristiano realized something, when everyone was terrified, he stepped forward to support the person and said in a low voice, "Hasn't it been a long time since you made this mistake?"

"The main thing is that I haven't had such an intensive high-intensity game for a long time, right?" Juan raised his head and smiled with a calm expression, "Don't worry, I won't pass out so easily. I'm just a little tired."

Cristiano nodded, and put the man's arm on his shoulder: "Don't worry, I will support you."

"...Don't worry about it." Juan pushed him, "There are still a few minutes left in the game, don't be careless."

"Just a few minutes!" Cristiano insisted, "We still have other people, don't be so hard...Hey, why did we use up the quota for substitutions?"

Juan patted his head dumbfounded, straightened up and took a deep breath, at least at this moment he seemed to be much better.

"I'm fine, you go."

Cristiano was obviously still a little worried, and looked back at him frequently. Juan waved his hand and smiled at him as if he had been fine for a long time. Cristiano continued to participate in the game.

Juan was indeed a little tired, he hadn't squeezed his mind so much for a long time, but after shaking his head, he looked forward.

—Honestly, it doesn't feel bad.

Moreover, three years have passed, and he never thought that he would remain disabled and unable to return to the court. This World Cup is the best proof for him.

Nothing went wrong in the final time, and even France itself had no fighting spirit.

Three people in a few minutes?

Honestly, the idea is kind of crazy.

They are not Liverpool, nor Deportivo, and they are not AC Milan. ...], Portugal will not give them a chance no matter what?

Zidane does not believe in evil, he is the only French player who is still running.

He should indeed run, after all, he is not reconciled.

He will retire after the World Cup and this will be his last game.

Is he going to hand in such an answer sheet in his last game?

He is indeed not reconciled, so even if there are still a few minutes, he is actively looking for opportunities.

It was at this moment that he saw Juan walking on the edge of the court.

Juan seemed to have given up and was walking slowly, which made Zidane a little annoyed. He glared at the other party, and then ran away again under Juan's inexplicable gaze. Juan was stunned, and then smiled wryly.

This boss must have misunderstood something, right?

He didn't mean to look down on France...

Of course, it's useless to explain it like this at this moment, not to mention that Zidane obviously didn't want to listen to the explanation at this moment. Juan sighed softly, and then continued to walk slowly on the side of the court.

This is already the most extreme action he can do.

Portugal obviously already knew that Juan was tired at this moment, so they still had a tacit understanding with each other. They tried to delay the time when passing the ball, and they didn't mean to take the ball to Juan's way at all.

Perhaps because of this, Portugal was caught by Zidane and almost lost his armor in an attack by France. Zidane broke into Portugal's penalty area alone and seemed to want to replicate that shocking kick However, in fact, he suffered from the lack of support and transfer pressure from his teammates. The shot missed, and Ricardo hugged the ball into his arms without much effort.

When the final whistle sounded, Juan stopped his steps and let out a long sigh.

—Here comes the Hercules Cup.