[Football] King Of Europe

"Sebastian! Sebastian! Sebastian!"

The long whistle sounded across the sky, dragging from the arena under the spotlight to [-] meters away.

The commentator's roar echoed throughout the Old Trafford stadium, and he seemed to be struggling to get all the decibels out of his throat: "The game is over!!!"

——The Porto team survived the Jedi!

"European giants Manchester United were knocked out at the last second, a free kick from Sebastian at the last moment helped Porto equalize, 3:2 on aggregate, Porto beat Manchester United, unimaginable, from The Iberian team finally defeated the Red Devils..."

At the last second, when everything is about to end——

Old Trafford, half cheering, half crying.

Half heaven, half hell.

The little baby is still ignorant, but his mother is already laughing through tears; the fans holding the banners threw away the tools in their hands, jumped and laughed at their friends.

"See? See! Porto! Our dragon!"

Ferguson sat on the edge of the court, dumbstruck, and Sir Alex seemed to have not understood what happened.At the same moment, on the Manchester United bench, all the Red Devils players were full of disbelief.

However, the fans had no time to take care of them, and all their attention turned to the stadium.

"After missing the first free-kick, the second free-kick, Sebastian finally didn't let Porto down... Such a fantastic moment, in the quarter-finals of the Champions League, it makes me think Wake up to that incredible night of miracles in 1999, the journey of the Red Devil to become king."

"However, this time, they were the ones who swallowed the bitter fruit. This time, it was the group of Portuguese who came from afar who had the last laugh. Under the eyes of many doubts, they eliminated this giant with their heads held high. Ferguson carelessly He must have never imagined that at the last moment, his team would capsize by the side of the road."

"Football! Football! Football! It's the devil's script, God's game!"

However, on the green field, who cares whether this sport belongs to the devil or God?

They only know that the young player from Porto, in the eyes of everyone, scored this free kick worth tens of thousands of dollars.

At this moment, he was standing alone on the court with a slightly dazed expression.

The thoughts of the green-eyed boy seemed to have stagnated. His eyes kept looking forward, towards the goal of Manchester United. His face was clearly reflected on the big screen. There was still a trace of nervousness on his beautiful face—until he grasped it with both hands. off his shoulders!

"Sebastian! Sebastian! Did you see that! We scored!"

The closest person rushed up, his teammate Andre Deco!The Portuguese midfielder grabbed his shoulders, his voice trembling with over-excitement: "Go in! Advance! Advance!"

The familiar voice finally called him from the distant sky into the human world. Sebastian's knees were trembling, his lips were wriggling, but his throat was so dry that he couldn't say a word.He grabbed his teammate's arm and looked towards the sidelines until the numbers on the scoreboard came into view—

1:1, draw!

At the same moment, the commentator shouted in surprise: "Oh, Mourinho! He pushed the fourth official and rushed to the pitch!"

Sebastian turned his head abruptly, and the moment he saw that figure, his movements were faster than his thoughts——

All the fans in Old Trafford saw that the green-eyed teenager pushed away the arms extended by his teammates, and then rushed towards the sidelines without hesitation.

Until he ran straight into that person!

The elders and the younger opened their arms at the same time!

They hug each other!