[Football] Crown of Thorns

boom……

The football hit hard on the goal made a muffled sound, bounced off the crossbar and returned to the penalty area.

There were deafening screams from the stands.

In the stadium, a figure in red jumped up high.

His head slammed heavily on the flying football, causing the returning ball to collide and deform in the air, and then flew towards the goal at an extremely fast speed.

Neuer, who hit back at the goal, turned around and rushed towards the goal.

In front of the penalty area, the players on both sides raised their heads. They had no time to make any moves, and could only watch the football whizzing in and out.

After stepping on the ground and listening to the sound, Gama's eyes were fixed on the disobedient football, and his eyes followed the football past and past.

heart, silence.

Eyes, looking forward to...

It wasn't until the heavenly voice, which sounded so beautiful at the moment, that Jia Ma turned around. He looked at Ronaldo, whose cheeks were flushed and tears were in his eyes.

The goal is valid!

The goal is valid!

The goal is valid!

Did you hear that, that is, the goal is valid!

Until then, all the paused shots seemed to explode suddenly, the screams and cheers in the stands, the ecstasy and excitement in the stadium, intertwined here.

Feeling being hugged, Jia Ma froze for a moment, then hugged his teammate who rushed over with his backhand.

Tears just fell down.

"In the 24th minute of extra time, the Portuguese team hit the goal... Ronaldo made a supplementary shot into the net..."

Gama, dazzled by his embraced teammates, finally sobered up when the referee came over to stop them from continuing to celebrate.

Erasing the messy marks on his face, Gama clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows at Ronaldo, "The game is not over yet!"

"That's right!"

Ronaldo, who had laughed and cried, stretched out his hand to Gama, and the two of them hit each other hard.

Feeling the pressure, the German team launched a strong attack.

Draxler dribbled the ball to the side, so at this time everyone's physical energy was almost exhausted, the pressure from the side was less, and the chance of being intercepted was even smaller, because everyone except a few people could no longer run. , he can kick quality crosses from here...

However, this time it was Gama's sideways sliding tackle again, the football was tackled out of the sideline, and the German team's offensive rhythm was interrupted.

By the way, there was no foul on Gama's sliding shovel.

Even if he wanted to say something, Jia Ma's action just now was an extremely standard tackle action, without fouling at all.

"It's this time, and Da Gama's movements are not deformed? Obviously he is very tired..."

In the commentary seat, a commentator said so.

Yes, everyone can see that Portugal's No. [-], Da Gama's physical strength is almost exhausted, but even so, he can still guarantee that his technical movements will not be deformed or out of shape, and he will still be a man who is not younger than him. Players with few and good physical fitness are playing around!

"Perhaps, it is spiritual power that determines everything."

A French narrator said so.

Well, the romantic Frenchman suddenly felt that he liked the Portuguese No. [-] very much at this moment.

Looking at his handsome face, the sweat on his face, the blood vessels on his neck burst due to his desperate efforts, there is a kind of intense charm that makes people's heart beat.

All his attention was on the football on the field, Jia Ma didn't care about the sweat dripping from his forehead to the corner of his eyes, he stared at the football, his brain started at high speed, his arms kept raising and lowering, and he gave instructions.

"Counterattack!"

"Pass the ball!"

"Run!"

Smooth and fast instructions came out one after another.

No matter what the fans or spectators think, Gama at this moment, in the eyes of countless professionals, is an extremely accurate computer.

Every pass, every running line drawn, every time it was stuck in the German team's space.

"Dagama like this reminds me of someone..."

In the live broadcast room, a famous football star who was invited to explain the game stared at the screen intently, and said this sentence involuntarily.

The celebrity who is over half a hundred years old has flashes of memory in his eyes. He thinks of that game many years ago...

Hearing the football star's muttering, the male host in the live broadcast room was taken aback for a moment before he realized, "Champions League, Redondo!"

"That's right, I didn't expect you to know!"

"Of course I know, how could I not know..."

After a short conversation, their eyes immediately turned to the scene.

The overtime time is nearing the end, and the current game is still 3-2, with Portugal leading by one goal.

The sweaty Gama gasped and was now one of their corners.

He stood at the front of the opponent's penalty area, trying not to let himself collapse.

Really tired.

Coentrao prepares to serve at the corner flag.

He is not in a rush to serve.

Swing the ball, back up, swing again, back up again.

Anxious Germans began to protest.

Coentram smiled and turned to look at the referee: The referee didn't blow the whistle, how could I kick it!

"Damn, that dead golden retriever, kill him!"

The German fans in the stands yelled loudly, picked up the things in their hands and threw them, regardless of whether the distance was within reach.

So, Cohen spread his hands to the referee with an aggrieved look on his face.

He knew that he was just delaying time, but Coentrao's actions of swinging the ball and waiting for the whistle sounded no fouls, because all his actions complied with the rules on the football field, and this was another standard small action to take advantage of the rules.

"I think the Portuguese team must have studied the rules of the court many times before the game!"

A neutral commentator burst out laughing.

"Shameful, this is too shameful!"

The German commentator, who couldn't bear it anymore, cursed loudly.

The Portuguese side's commentator smiled, but said unforgivingly, "It's as if you haven't used the rules of the court."

Ha ha……

A certain commentator from the East who was watching the two tearing up the B had a question in his heart at this moment: Is this a dog biting a dog?

Anyway, no matter who wins, it has nothing to do with us. Thinking of his unsatisfactory team, this well-known football commentator in China thought sadly.

Coentrao finally sent the ball.

He sent a back penalty.

Gama told him not to think about hitting the goal at this time, but to hit after the ball, and everything should be stable.

The defenders of the Portuguese team ran to the opponent's half, and instead of squeezing the front, they stayed at the back point, waiting to help grab the point and pass the ball.

No way, the height of the German team's defense line, heh, so tall!

They can only take advantage of their weakness of turning around in a hurry.

After getting the ball, seeing the German rushing towards him like a tiger, the startled Portuguese immediately passed the ball to Gama.

Gama, who was sore all over his body, stepped on the ball. He slowly took a breath and then let it out, and glanced at the time card on the sidelines out of the corner of his eye.

Great, only 1 minute left.

Fight through this 1 minute, fight through...

Jia Ma took another breath, and walked forward slowly. He walked very slowly, as if he was waiting for something.

Anxious opponent rushed over, Jia Ma took the ball back and forth, and then walked slowly.

The opponent double-teams.

Gama squinted his eyes and kicked his feet. The German flickered because of his movement, only to realize that Gama hadn't passed the ball.

"That's too late!"

"Only 40 seconds left!"

All the Portuguese fans at the scene stood up, staring at the people on the field.

I can't walk anymore!

Jia Ma felt that his legs were about to lose the strength to lift them up again.

Jia Ma saw a figure in red in front of him.

Gritting his teeth, using the force that almost bit the corner of his lips to wake himself up, Gama tried his best to kick hard and pass a long pass.

Right in front of him, there is a figure in red, at this last moment, run with all his strength, move forward!

"Offensive attack attack!!!"

In the commentary booth, the Portuguese commentator roared loudly.

Many fans were already in tears, they waved their arms and sang loudly.

vai portugal!

Forward, Portugal!

Simple words, repeated over and over again, for the longing that has been waiting for many years, for the dream that has been waiting for many years!

Gama, lying on the grass, looked up at the sky.

His mind went blank and he looked at the blue sky and the white clouds.

Chest heaving, panting, the sweat-soaked jersey felt cool against the trampled turf.

at last……

The voices all over the stadium are a bit vague, some people are laughing and some are crying, distant and joyful, the piercing whistle sounds like the sound of heaven.

Ah, is it over?

Gama had a smile on his face.

Someone walked up to him, leaned over to look at him, and drops of water fell on his face.

"It stinks!"

Gama said.

"Can't you say something nice?"

"No, can't!"

The drops mixed with sweat and tears made Gama finally wake up, and Furtado's familiar face was reflected in his blue eyes.

Furtado, who was dripping with sweat, had a bright smile on his face.

"Hey handsome guy, how about a date?"

Gama grinned.

Futa Doha laughed, he grabbed Jia Ma's hand violently and pulled him up from the ground, then hugged him tightly.

Feeling the heat from Furtado's body, Gama slowly raised and lowered his arms, then lifted them up and put them on his back, hugging him tightly.

Furtado's eyes were even brighter with a bright smile, "Xiko!"

Jia Ma lowered his eyes slightly, "Ann!"

The kiss fell on Furtado's lips.

Furtado froze.

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"This is a very exciting game that will never be forgotten!"

National Carnival!

Portugal announced that the next three days will be national carnival days!

The members of the national team returned to China as heroes and received a crazy welcome from all over the country.

Standing on the double-decker bus, enjoying the sunshine, cheers, and all the madness in front of him, Gama turned his head and looked at his teammates.

Looking up, the sky in Lisbon is so clear.

Life, how wonderful!

Beautiful, makes me want to cry...

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"Hey buddy, do you play football?"

"Of course!"

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"I'm in the national team!!!"

"Haha~~"

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"...Sorry, he can't kick anymore..."

"I HATE FOOTBALL!!!"

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"Hey Shiko, you played well!"

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"Can being a player support me and my sister?"

"Son, of course!"

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"We're going to make it, right?"

"Of course, absolutely!"

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Looking back, in front of me, everything.

A bright smile appeared on Gama's face, "That's great!"

"what?"

"I mean, I'm so blessed!!!"

"That's good!"

"what?"

"Xiko, it's great that you are happy!"

"Well, thanks!"

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We will be happy, yes, we will!

Thanks! ! !

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