[football] this god

On this day, Portugal, like Argentina, was shrouded in the scorching sun.The scorching heat makes people restless, and the sun that is too bright makes people upset.

"European Cup final, Portugal vs. Greece." Today's commentary on Portuguese TV is still the same person who commented on Portugal vs. Greece in the first group match, but today is different from the noise that day. Fear of an unknown fate.

Cristiano seemed to sense this, squinting his eyes and looking up at the sun, and smiled thoughtfully—a weird smile, as if he had made a decision and had no way out.

"Portugal will win," Leo added a message to Ronaldo after his well-wishes.

"Yes. This is what I owe Portugal." Ronaldo replied at the time.

Leo felt uneasy, and his uneasiness soon grew further.

"Huh? Greece scored a goal?" Old Mr. Messi brought out a plate of fruit from the kitchen to Leo, and he looked at the score marked on the TV by the way, "1:0? It's amazing, I thought it was It will be Portugal's sack."

Leo pursed his lips and said nothing.

"Greece scored, but quickly, and now Portugal has a free kick - a foul by Greece from Figo's breakthrough in front of the box. Yellow card and a free kick."

Cristiano remembers this scene, and he even clearly remembers that he panicked like never before when he was behind, because he realized how much it would disappoint the fans at the scene-he has always been like this, he is most afraid of what he loves and loves himself people disappointed.

But this time he didn't panic.

Because he has experienced countless failures like this or worse.

He was standing at the spot where the free-kick had been scored by Portugal just three minutes after Greece's goal - and Cristiano was well aware of what three minutes meant for both sides.

He took a deep breath and looked at the goal.

Behind the goal are the Greek fans who have not yet recovered from the ecstasy-they are in ecstasy, they are crowned the king of Europe with a glimmer of hope for their country, they are ecstatic about the achievement of miracles, and they are about to crush the golden generation of Portugal for their players Dreaming rapturously, exulting in their impending achievements and the pain they will inflict on their enemies.

Football is not war, but it is, in some cases, indistinguishable from war.

To win, you start by believing in your victory and hating their joy - Cristiano reminded himself like this every time he stood on the court facing backwardness and being equalized.

"Ronaldo took the free kick. Let's see..."

Before the narrator even had time to finish a sentence, the cheers from Greece stopped abruptly.

It rises suddenly and falls in an instant, just like a village uprooted by a tornado and a giant ship crushed in an instant by a storm at sea.It shouldn't be likened to fireworks that explode in a flash, it's more like a collision between stars, and then there are billions of star fragments scattered in the universe-Leo doesn't like violence, that's not his aesthetic view , but even so he has to admit that Ronaldo's ball is beautiful.

"Oh? How beautiful?" He seemed to hear Ronaldo asking him triumphantly.

I kid you, this ball is too ugly.Leo thought - and then he seemed to see the curls on Ronaldo's head drooping.

Leo couldn't help laughing at the imaginary scene—albeit at the cost of a surprised look from his father.

But the Ronaldo on TV just raised his hand towards a certain stand, then bent down and patted the foot where he kicked the free kick, and then quickly straightened up and rushed to ask for the ball and kick it off.

No one knew what that meant, except Sir.

"Victory kisses the instep of your feet."

Jazz laughed.

"1:1, Ronaldo scored, Portugal and Greece returned to the same starting line." The commentator said again, "For Portugal, the good news is that the tie within 3 minutes may have a certain impact on the Greek team's psychology. Impact."

"Ronaldo shoveled in the midfield! Destroyed the Greek team's offense, and Greece has the ball."

"Portugal tackles again, passes back to midfield, midfielder takes a kick, goes to the left, passes to Deco from the left, Deco goes forward - ah, there is a Greek defender in the pass, the ball is caught broken."

"It's Ronaldo again! Actively defending, grabbing it and passing it directly to Pauletta in the midfield - it didn't pass well, but fortunately Figo grabbed the ball before the defender."

"The ball was dangerous, Ronaldo was too impatient."

Leo frowned, it was a very disturbing mistake - yes, Ronaldo was impatient, he was too eager to score another goal, so he chose the most economical but also the most unreliable long pass to find the center .

There are two defenders on that passing line, one behind the other, clamping Pauleta. If Ronaldo cannot guarantee that his ball hits Pauleta's head accurately, it is tantamount to handing over the ball to Greece.If Greece makes a big kick at this time, the Portuguese defenders in the frontcourt will not stand up at all, and it is very likely that they will be penetrated.

"The final is to compare who made fewer mistakes"-he remembered Ronaldo himself saying this.

"Figo stabilize a little bit, take the ball."

In the next ten minutes, Portugal and Greece were entangled, and neither of them could really break into the opponent's penalty area to form a goal.

Leo rubbed his face, but when he put his hand down, his fingers twisted together vigorously, his face that was a little red from ** just now became as pale as his knuckles again.

He was a little nervous.

Which is weird because he's never been nervous before.

Football is probably the only thing in the world that never makes him nervous.

But he was a little nervous today, probably because Ronaldo was to blame, because he was slow, and such a weak team didn't score the second after so long—Leo condemned Ronaldo in this way in his heart.

"Figo dribbled the ball along the sideline and passed it to Pauleta. Pauleta was in defense and had no chance, so he could only pass back to his teammate diagonally behind again-again to Figo."

"Figo walked the bottom line."

"The Figo was pushed off the baseline, the ball bounced off the Greek defender... the referee gave the ball to Portugal."

"Deco receives the ball outside the box."

Figo and Pauleta were both in the box at this time, and Ronaldo was outflanking and trying to enter the box when the Greek defenders were focused on the ball - this was an opportunity, Leo thought.He knew what Ronaldo wanted to do. Ronaldo wanted to go behind the Greek defender to ask for the ball. The defender was a little shorter than him. Deco only needed to pass a high ball at this time, and the defender could not compete against Ronaldo for the top.

That would be a very good header chance.

And as long as Portugal is ahead, they can play more steadily, or start trying to consume time.After all, there are always more tactical options when you are ahead than when you are behind.

"Deco to Figo!"

—Leo forgives Deco, really, he completely forgives the stupid mistake.He just wanted to know, what the heck taught these guys the stupid law of "give the ball to the most famous guy on your team"?There's no reason why he couldn't see the kind of position Ronaldo occupies.

So the only explanation is that Deco violated the optimal principle at the critical moment and passed the ball to the person he trusted most-this is wrong, you don't understand Ronaldo's ability at all.

"The Greek defenders fought for the top and pushed the ball over the baseline."

"It's a pity this wave, in fact, Cristiano's position is good." - You see, even the commentary can see this obvious fact.Leo rolled his eyes inwardly.

"But it doesn't matter. Ronaldo may not be able to win the ball. Portugal has been a little impatient in the past few minutes. It is best to stabilize."

Leo withdrew his praise to the commentator just now.

"Figo served from the baseline and handed it directly to Pauletta who came over to meet him."

"Greece immediately came to attack."

"Pauleta has no choice but to pass to his teammates outside the penalty area. Portugal passes to the flank outside the penalty area in the middle, and then passes—"

"Ronaldo! The ball goes to Ronaldo!"

——When the top of his head touched the ball, Cristiano could feel the wound on his heart that had never stopped bleeding for more than 20 years began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Time stopped for a second at this moment, and the whole world was imprisoned in it.

then.

"The ball is in!"

"A goal again! Ronaldo! Two goals in 10 minutes!"

"A perfect header."

"He is the well-deserved best player in the final of the European Cup! The unique golden boy in Europe! Vasco da Gama opened up the sea for his Portuguese mother, and Cristiano Ronaldo conquered the sky for his Portuguese mother."

Cristiano is not interested in the shit best player and golden boy anymore.He opened his arms to the Greek fans and laughed, then ran to the stands where the Jazz were standing and patted himself on the top of the head again.

After that, he was buried at the bottom by the teammates who rushed over like a tide.

"The god of war perches above your head."

Jazz followed suit and laughed again.

"You are the devil in Greek mythology and the warrior in Portuguese legend."

No, I'm not actually her warrior.

Cristiano didn't want to cry, but at this time he still shed tears-crying because he regained the right to cry.

From the time I went to "", I felt that I was not worthy of crying, because I was a sinner, and sinners did not deserve to earn the mercy of others.

But from now on, I am no longer Portugal's sinner, I am her innocent child again, to cling to her arms and beg for mercy.