[Football] Crown of Thorns

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"The French team is in danger!"

The commentator of the French TV station in the commentary booth of the stadium leaned out anxiously and stared at the changes in the field.

The commentator of the Portuguese TV station also stared wide-eyed, staring at the scene of the small VCR in front of him.

Joao Mario dribbled the ball all the way, past the opponent's interception and interception, and when the French half was approaching the penalty area, he suddenly changed his line and kicked straight.

Andre Gomez came out from the side, flicked the ball over his head, and the ball turned and passed to the other side.

C Ronaldo squeezed out of the crowd, twitched his left foot, and the football rushed towards the goal.

France goalkeeper Hugo Lloris, commonly known as Hugo, is the current captain of the French national team and plays for Premier League side Tottenham Hotspur. Goalkeeper, but what makes him outstanding is his quick response, good explosive power and fast attack speed.

Therefore, even if there were repeated exclamations from the stands, Ronaldo's rapid volley arrived in an instant, and Hugo did not hesitate. He quickly attacked and grabbed the angle and jumped, hugging Ronaldo's rapid volley in his arms.

"Mon Dieu! (God)!"

"Louangeauciel! (Thank God)!"

In the commentary seat, the French commentator spit out such words repeatedly.

None of the commentators on the side laughed at his excitement, and everyone could understand his feelings.

The Portuguese commentary also came out with a series of exclamation words, and the Frenchman not far away couldn't help but glared fiercely at such a pity.

"Pity!"

Gama, who was standing on the sidelines, muttered.

Hugo, this guy, his reaction is really fast!

When they were at the club, they played against Tottenham quite a few times. Anyway, Hugo was a relatively well-known goalkeeper who was "bullied" by him. There is still a gap-in general, on paper, the French team is stronger than Portugal!

But so what?

If we only look at the strength on paper, wouldn't everyone have to surrender directly when facing Brazil, Argentina and Germany?

Of course we are fighting for it!

"...what are you thinking about?"

The coach Santos' words came to his ear, Gama turned his head, smiled slightly but missed the topic, "Sir, what do you think the French team's counterattack will be..."

While staring at the game, the two simultaneously analyzed the situation on both sides of the field.

When the game slowed down, Santos talked to Gama again, then suddenly asked Gama with a smile:

"In the future, do you want to come to my coaching staff?"

His question made Gama's eyes wide open in surprise. Although he had talked to several gentlemen, although they all liked his ability, it was the first time that he would tell him that he hoped to be a coach with him in the future. bit!

Gama pursed his lips and smiled, "If possible..."

"You are very good!"

Santos raised his lips, nodded, and then devoted all his attention to the game.

Jia Ma looked at him silently, and devoted himself to the game.

The first half of the game ended quickly, 0-0, neither side made any achievements.

However, the players were exhausted enough, and the jerseys were almost soaked in the half-court after running at full strength.

The two goalkeepers played the best in the first half, because both goalkeepers were tired and out of breath.

Gama stood at the entrance of the passage and patted Patricio, "Thank you!"

Immediately afterwards, he saw the opponent's goalkeeper approaching, and he greeted Lori with a smile on his face, "Yo Hugo, you did well!"

The handsome Frenchman blinked, and he, who was covered in sweat, naturally embraced Gama, "You didn't play!"

MD, you Frenchman, a bastard who smells like sweat!

Jia Ma cursed in his heart, and slapped his opponent on the back forcefully, "Go to hell!"

Lori let go of his hand with a big laugh and ran into the aisle.

Furtado, who was already tired and out of breath, said angrily, "You're asking for trouble."

Jia Ma snorted coldly, "Watch me kick him in the second half!"

"Okay, looking forward to your performance."

Veloso drags Furtado away.

Staring fiercely at those ruthless bastards, Jia Ma gritted his teeth, turned around and went to the sidelines to warm up.

Taking advantage of the intermission, the audience in the stands hurried to the toilet, rested, and moved their bodies. The people in the commentary booth also took this opportunity to walk around or start chatting with their colleagues.

In the live broadcast room, the host and the guests began to replay the first half, giving further interpretation to the audience in front of the TV.

"...France and Portugal have played against each other 25 times in history. The two sides only drew 1 game, of which France won 18 games and Portugal won 6 times. The French team has an absolute advantage in terms of winning ratio; Before today's game, the last time the two sides met was in the 2016 European Cup final, when the Portuguese team won the final, successfully defending the European Cup title and creating a new European Cup record."

"I think it's a pity that in this World Cup, the two sides met too early."

"Yes, just entering the first round of the knockout round, the two sides met. No matter which one is eliminated, it is regrettable."

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"Hey, why did I see Vasco da Gama warming up on the sidelines?"

"Yes, I saw it too."

"Is he going to appear?"

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Gama, who was warming up, and Moutinho beside him were chatting while jogging.

"That idiot Fabio won't get up even if he is asked to warm up."

"His legs still have some problems."

Gama shook his head regretfully.

Two years ago, Coentrao suffered severe leg injuries repeatedly and failed to catch up with the European Cup in France. Although he was still selected for the national team this time, he still has some problems with his legs. Currently he is basically reduced to a substitute for the national team. Let Gama occasionally think of Fabio when they first met...

"Forget it, let him lie down and win."

Gama snorted twice.

Moutinho looked at the awkward Gama and smiled, "I really want to lie down and win."

"Hehe, what a beautiful thought!"

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The second half of the game begins.

The Portuguese team took the lead in substitutions, and Santos replaced Andre Gomez with Gama, who performed generally in the first half.

Gama and Andre Gomez, who had already warmed up, clapped their hands together, "Thank you."

Andre Gomez nodded silently, put on his coat, walked to the bench and sat down.

Although he is considered the core in Barcelona now, he is still not the absolute main force in the national team, even though he started three games in the group stage, but in the eyes of the coach, he is not the core.

Gama, who was on the field, didn't care about the young man's mental state. He ran onto the field vigorously, high-fived his teammates, and then Gama grinned.

After a truce and fifteen days of rest, he felt that his bones were not broken but hardened by the rest.

I want to compete la la la!

"It can be seen that after Dagama came on the field, the Portuguese team's offense is obviously much sharper."

"Haha, Da Gama gave the French team a blow as soon as he came on the field..."

On the court, referee Rizzoli whistled.

Mathieu of the French team made a mistake in blocking and shoveled Gama who broke through the barrier. He was shown the second yellow card by both players in this game. At the same time, the Portuguese team won a direct free kick in the frontcourt.

There was a lot of noise on the bench of the French team. Blanco protested to the fourth official on the sidelines, and a smile appeared on the corner of Santos' lips.

Veteran Mathieu exhaled, and he repeatedly protested to the referee that he did not shovel Gama.

Rizzoli stared at Mathieu. Although he is a good-tempered referee, you actually said that you didn't foul for this obvious back shoveling action.

Following the referee's eyes, there was an obvious black shoe print on the outside of Gama's right ankle, ha, didn't he shovel it?

Looking at the past, Mathieu himself was at a loss, he clearly felt that his feet hadn't really been shoveled...

Jia Ma calmly pulled his socks and patted the mud marks—it goes without saying that I used my strength to fall when you rubbed against it but didn't have time to fully use it.

In this case, the good character accumulated over the years is reflected here.

Gama, who never flops and will take the initiative to say that the opponent has not fouled as long as he does not encounter it, is facing Mathieu from Barcelona. What is the referee's penalty?

This is not the past. Platini was sentenced to a 'foot ban' by the court, not to mention that even if he was there, he would not be able to control the FIFA referee committee.

Confused, Mathieu could only step aside.

Gama was calmly pulled up by C Luo, "Are you injured?"

"It's okay, it's just scratching the oily skin."

How can it be possible to cheat opponents without paying a price? Players are kicked around on the field, and this kind of rubbing is not a problem at all.

This kind of action can't be seen even in slow motion, so Jia Ma is not afraid of being said that he flopped.

"You come to me?"

Gama asked Ronaldo.

Cristiano Ronaldo smiled, "I'm so gutsy, how dare you grab free throws from me?"

"Isn't it possible?"

Gama remained calm.

Ronaldo slapped him, "Go and punish him!"

Under the live camera, only Ronaldo hugged Gama and pushed Gama to the position where he was about to make a free throw.

"As time goes by, I like Ronaldo more and more now. He who was once said to be independent is more and more open. Now his leadership is unique."

"Well, he has really matured and is a good leader..."

The corners of Veloso's lips twitched as if he had a convulsion when he heard the two whispering.

These two are simply... Absolutely must not let the outside world know that they are so stupid, we really can't afford to lose that person!

Gama rearranged the ball and took a few steps back.

This distance is really dangerous, and it's no wonder Mathieu came over impulsively to tackle.

Pressing the tip of his tongue against his upper jaw, Gama squinted his eyes, stretched out his hand to check the direction of the wind, and took a few steps back.

"It can be seen that Da Gama is going to hit the door directly."

"At this angle, the gate of the French team is really dangerous..."

Gama took a deep breath.

This is the best opportunity to break the stalemate on the court between the two sides, and he cannot miss it.

Staring at the wall of people from the French team, Gama calmed down.

At this moment, everything in the outside world is out of sight. In front of him, there is only the white goal.

His graduation thesis came to Gama's mind. In the comparison between English and French literature, he chose a work by the French writer Victor Hugo...

On the opposite side, in front of the white door, there is also Hugo. Although he is not a literary scholar, at this moment, he is his goal.

... I put my lips into your ever-full bottle, let me breathe the tender breath of your soul...

Fangfen buried in the shadows, I saw you crying...

Gone with you and your haggard flowers!

You can't extinguish the spiritual fire in my heart... (*)

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With both arms up, Gama holds his head up the moment the ball strikes.

There are beautiful glimpses of flying birds in the sky, and in the center of the net, the football rotates, spinning out dizzying patterns.

The handsome French youth stared back sideways at the fluctuating white net behind him, stunned.

In the stands, after the silence, there were crazy shouts.

Players in red rushed out and surrounded their No. [-] team.

All around, the blue-and-white Frenchman was a little dazed. What happened to the goal that broke their defense?

"Dagama!!!"

"Beautiful lightning ball!!!"

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In the 59th minute of the second half, 1-0, Gama scored directly from a free kick and Portugal took the lead.

I will definitely win!

Yes, I'm sure of that!

Until you reach the last mountain peak.

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(*) This is a poem written by Hugo, I changed a few words.