football's most handsome

At half-time it was Domingo's show time, and he sang a song written by his son, in high notes with the loudest passion.

Juan and Figo admired for a while in the player tunnel before entering. Figo was quite optimistic: "I used to listen to his team song every time I played in Real Madrid. This time I finally heard his live version. The sound...is quite good."

Juan glanced at him, nodded slowly: "You are right."

Figo chuckled, and then he remembered—this person has been listening for a lot longer than him.

"I feel like we might have to raise our glasses." Figo coughed lightly, his expression was relaxed. After all, Portugal is leading at this moment. If they can continue to persevere and maintain this state to the end, Italy will not be able to win at all. There will be any chance.

Juan nodded: "As long as we can hold on, the championship will be ours."

"Then the two of us go back and beat them?" Figo chuckled, no matter how malicious the expression on his face looked.

Hu Jing was silent for a while and waved his hands: "Forget it, after all, they performed pretty well in the first half."

Figo was a little surprised: "This is not like your style."

Juan glanced at him, showing a half-smile expression: "Then what is my style?"

"'Don't relax!'" Figo made a look of staring and roaring on purpose, which made Juan a little dumbfounded: "Is that how I usually talk?"

"That's not true," Figo coughed lightly, of course he knew that his appearance was a bit exaggerated, "But you will definitely say... everyone cheered up in the second half, and Italy will definitely come up with a way to restrain us, We still have a tough battle to fight!"

"The second half was indeed a tough battle, and that's why we haven't played so far, isn't it?" Juan explained calmly: "The second half requires us to control the scene and deal with the violent storm in Italy. Our goal."

Figo nodded: "Of course I know that."

Juan continued: "So I'm not going to talk to them... After all, they tried their best in the first half and did a good job, didn't they?"

"That's true." Figo nodded after thinking for a while, "Then we can hardly praise them?"

Juan nodded with a smile.

However, what these two people didn't expect was that the two of them wanted to praise everyone, but someone else quit.

Scolari scolded everyone bloody with a sullen face in the locker room, naming and criticizing Mera and Paulo Ferreira who made defensive mistakes. The harsh words almost made Juan and Fei Ge and the two were dumbfounded.

"Wait a minute, coach," Cristiano finally couldn't listen anymore, "Although we were scored one goal, we also scored two goals, didn't we? The two of them just made a small mistake..."

He and Postiga can be said to be the scorers in the first half, and they were also one of the few who were not criticized by Scolari. Scolari glanced at him and snorted coldly: "It's just a little bit." Mistake? Do you think so too?"

He was asking the question of Namera and Paolo Ferreira, who lowered their heads almost flushed and dared not speak again.

In fact, it was already a very critical situation for Portugal at that time. If it weren't for Postiga's magical goal later, they might have been devastated for a while.

Scolari obviously knew better than everyone else, so he looked around with a very serious expression: "If you think so, you will definitely suffer in the second half of the game!!"

Everyone looked at each other, and they were a little weak when they answered. Originally, they thought that their head coach would ask them to answer it again, but he went out without saying anything.

Both Juan and Figo were stunned from beginning to end, and they often managed to recover from the sentence, and the next round would be Scolari's more stormy words.

But when he said the last sentence, the two of them noticed the clue almost at the same time. When they raised their heads and looked in the direction of Scolari, they happened to meet their coach's eyes full of deep meaning.

Scolari nodded and smiled at the two of them and walked out. The meaning was self-evident. The two looked at each other, and Figo stood up and clapped his hands: "Don't be discouraged, everyone. In fact, we did a good job in the first half. ..."

Juan looked at the players whose fighting spirit was gradually aroused again under Figo's speech, and kept sighing that Jiang was still old and hot.

Scolari is an old fox after all, he can automatically and consciously play the role of singing the bad face without even discussing with the team captain.

Old fox, old fox...

While sighing, Juan and his teammates raised his right fist high under the leadership of Figo.

"Come on Portugal!"

Just 30 seconds into the second half, Italy showed their attitude. Totti forced his way into the penalty area from the left and shot from a small angle in front of the goal. Such a shot was obviously very refreshing, and Ricardo often hugged the ball. The Portuguese fans didn't even have time to react, they only had time to open their mouths and let out an exclamation.

Ricardo was obviously also taken aback, he held the football tightly in his arms.

In the 49th minute, Italy made a comeback. Their tactics focused on positioning the corner kick. This time, the person standing at the flagpole in the left corner was Totti.

The one who jumped up this time was Cannavaro, but his header was blocked by Meera, who had just been scolded off the court and finally woke up at this moment.

"Mella blocked the ball very well!" Frank slapped his thigh, "At first I was thinking, if there is no Carvalho, then Portugal would not even have such a point of defensive stability. Prove yourself! The mistake in the first half was just an accident!"

Meera would have smiled wryly if she could hear it, because less than a minute later, he almost made a mistake again and let Tony pass in front of him!

After passing him, Tony seemed to be a little bit unfulfilled. He directly passed the other two defenders and cut into the penalty area and made a low pass. He wanted to distribute the football to Totti, who was in a better position, but the football failed to reach Totti's feet.

The fourth defender Valente, who was not missed by Tony, rushed forward with a flying shovel to clear the siege, and the football almost brushed the goal post and missed the goal!

This kick to clear the siege almost caused a catastrophe, Ricardo felt that his heart had been tested for a long time, otherwise at this moment he might have collapsed clutching his heart.

Valente was obviously also a little embarrassed, and turned around to apologize to Ricardo, and Ricardo gave him a thumbs up.

"Look, what a deep friendship between teammates, a false alarm, or brothers!" Frank admired the friendship of teammates in Portugal, obviously he didn't know that giving a thumbs up in the Portuguese team is actually equivalent to giving a middle finger mean……

After Italy came out to attack for a while, it seemed that they were on guard against something, and quickly shrank back. Obviously, they wanted to push the defensive counterattack to the extreme. Juan and Scolari looked at each other and smiled, but they were not The chances of victory are in his hands, but such behavior has already been prepared.

In the 53rd minute, Italy's quick counterattack time, Pirlo scored the ball in time outside the arc of the penalty area, and when the football was about to reach Camoranesi's feet, there was a little accident.

Camoranesi tackled by Paolo Ferreira!

Such a sudden moment made Scolari look down, Juan watched from the sidelines and silently crossed himself for his teammates.

Meera's performance was good, at least turning over proved that she was not as useless as the midfielder was scolded, but the other person seemed to be a bit of a broken pot...

Although Scolari doesn't get angry very often, but to be honest, it is such a person who is especially scary when angry...

The situation on the court at this moment is obviously a bit special. The referee Elizondo was surrounded again, and the players on both sides gathered there.

Figo is the most anxious. Although there are many eloquent people on the court at this moment, there are also many troublemakers. If there is a fight, it will not be good for Portugal.

Juan is the calmest one. In fact, he is the calmest person at this time, which is also his habit.

As the head coach, he must not panic. After all, he is the backbone. What would it look like if he panicked?

The referee quickly made a signal. When seeing this signal, everyone in Portugal breathed a sigh of relief.

No penalties!

He signaled Camoranesi to get up and continue the game!

Obviously Italy was very dissatisfied with this, but they didn't say anything. After all, the referee rarely changed his mind after making his own decision. They might as well continue according to their own efforts.

But obviously the Italian fans didn't think so, they looked at Paulo Ferreira as if they were going to eat him alive.

Perhaps it was precisely because of such resentful eyes that in the 55th minute, Portugal had an unexpected situation-Paolo Ferreira strained his left thigh when passing the ball in midfield and could not persist in the game.

Scolari's expression didn't improve immediately, and he immediately turned around: "Figo, go warm up!"

Figo coughed lightly, and blinked at Juan: "Brother, I'll go first."

Juan nodded but didn't say anything. After all, he knew that he would definitely have a chance to play today, and... this was Figo's last match for the national team, and it would be too much for him not to play.

Obviously not only he thinks so, when the big screen is projected on Figo who is warming up, the Portuguese fans quickly realize who is going to play later, and they start calling Figo's name at the same time, for Their meritorious captain gave the warmest applause.

Originally, everything was only going on for a moment, but when Figo took off his substitute vest and put up a substitution sign on the sidelines, he almost rushed to the top.

Everyone was calling their captain's name, and many of them even started to wipe their tears.

"Figo! Figo! Figo!"

Paulo Ferreira was carried off on a stretcher. Figo gave him a high-five when passing by. The expression on his face was not very good, and he smiled as if he was crying.

"I'm sorry Captain, I..."

Obviously, he also knew that this was not the best time to replace the captain, and he was not the one who decided to replace them at the beginning. It was his accidental injury that broke their plan.

"It's okay, Paul." Figo clenched his hand with a heavy expression, "For the sake of your injury, I think you can suffer less..."

"???" Paulo Ferreira was stunned by this sentence. Before he had time to ask Figo, he turned his head and went on the court. He was greeted by the cheers and applause of the fans. 7 seems to be shining.

"Figo is on the field!! Portugal's captain played in the last final, with his own glory and loyalty to Portugal, he is our best and outstanding captain!"

Obviously, Figo can completely control the field on the court. When Valente returned the captain's armband, he asked him about his shoulder and calf. Obviously, Figo's situation is well known at this moment.

"I'm fine." Figo smiled at people while wearing the captain's armband, "There has never been a better moment in my life than now."

Indeed, if one World Cup is used to end his national team career, Figo will indeed feel that he has no regrets in life... He is even willing to retire!

Ahem, of course retiring is just a joke, he still wants to play football for two more years.