Godfather of national football

Chapter 645 Battle in Italy (9)

Chapter 645 Fighting Italy ([-])

"It's finally over. The few minutes just now, I was almost scared to pee."

"Dad, pay attention to quality."

Old Xu chuckled, "I'm nervous."

Fabio said: "I'm going to get something to eat. It will take at least 30 minutes. Do you need anything?"

"Bring me an Italian pizza," said obediently.

"Probably not," Fabio said.

After thinking about it obediently, he asked, "Is there anything delicious?"

Fabio also thought about it: "There are big sausages, the long and thick ones. If you want one, you can stuff it in your mouth. It's only 40 rubles."

Obediently is already on fire, "Get lost, rascal."

Monk Fabio Zhang Er was puzzled and thought: "You are really crazy. Are you a Buddhist? So you can't eat pork?"

"Forget it, dad, what do you want?"

Old Xu said: "I'll eat whatever you eat, by the way, bring the money, I'll treat you."

Fabio declined, "Dad, you have invited me many times these days, let me invite you once, or I will feel like a beggar."

Old Xu chuckled and let him go.

Not long after, Fabio came back with a bag of food and drink, "Father, this is kvass, this is hot dog, and this is Russian sausage."

"Okay!" Old Xu smiled all over his face. This Fabio really knows how to do things, and the boy next to him is already drooling. After watching the 90-minute game, the five internal organs in his stomach have already started to drum.

But this Fabio is too obscene, and he is determined not to eat his food. In fact, this is also a cultural difference.

The reason why Fabio emphasized that the big sausages that can be stuffed into Koi Kuai’s mouth is to show that the food here is still very affordable, but Kuai Kuai just doesn’t like this description and thinks it is vulgar.

Old Xu knew his daughter too well, "Hey, do you want some?"

"do not want!"

"Really? It tastes good."

"Old man, I think you might as well go back to Turin with him. I think you two are a good match."

Old Xu was making fun of himself, wondering why he was so angry, and I didn't provoke you, it's because he doesn't understand Italian, and naturally he didn't understand the twists and turns.

"Father, let's make one." Fabio took kvass and had a drink with Lao Xu, and finally couldn't help it, stood up, "I still don't know how to buy it myself."

Fabio reminded: "You have to line up. If you are lucky, you may still see the two sides exchange jerseys after the game."

The obedient Xiumei stood upside down, "Why? Don't you line up?"

"I met a fellow Italian who bought me a copy."

"you!!"

The little mouth pouted obediently, feeling more and more that Fabio was not pleasing to the eye, and immediately dumped him after the game, preferably after the Chinese team won the game, and slapped him in the face.

*****

On the court, half of the Italians have been lying down, and the rest are also sitting. The team doctor and physiotherapist are giving everyone a massage to relax.

Ventura understands that this is a fierce battle, even if it is promoted, it will not be worth the loss for Italy, and the players will consume a lot.

He looked at Buffon at this moment, admiring in his heart, Buffon actually thought before the game that the two sides were likely to play overtime, or even a penalty shootout.

Although the temperature in the stadium is 20 degrees, the physical therapist still puts a piece of clothing on the player, and must not let the body cool down, especially the core muscles.

Surprisingly, veteran De Rossi was one of the few standing. He held a bottle of sports drink in his hand and kept drinking. Those who didn't know thought he was using alcohol to drown his sorrows.

He was still recalling the long-range shot before the end of the game, which was only a few centimeters away. If the ball fell by one more centimeter, it might have scored.

veteran!

veteran!

The veteran always thinks a little more than others, which is inevitable, and suddenly De Rossi thought of a penalty.

"Maybe God just let us take another penalty."

He remembers that in 2006, De Rossi kicked the ball towards Barthez. That kick surprised his teammates because the angle was so tricky that it looked like it was missed.

Buffon came over and patted De Rossi, "What are you thinking? Don't answer, let me guess, did you think of 2006?"

De Rossi didn't smile, it was a tacit consent, he suddenly said a word - "Aren't we two too old?"

puff.

But if you think about it, Cannavaro, the captain of the year, is now a coach, and these two are still playing in the World Cup.

"Don't think about it, we are not old, we just live a few more years."

"Hahaha," De Rossi finally laughed, which startled Insigne on the side. In his impression, De Rossi couldn't laugh. What's going on?

He really wanted to know, but he couldn't let Buffon tell the joke again. It wasn't until many years later, when Insigne also reached De Rossi's age, that he gradually understood that feeling, but that's a later story.

*****

"Geng Chong, I could have been a superstar and a savior, but now I'm a mortal again, as ordinary as you," Mu Fei said with a bitter face.

"I pooh, I pooh you to death."

The other teammates laughed out loud. Mu Fei is really the joy of the team. Li Guo patted him, "You did a good job. I thought Bonucci would be able to finish you off. I didn't expect you to finish the shot."

"Head, you are sprinkling salt on the wound in my heart, it hurts so much."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Li Guo tried his best to make the atmosphere more active. After all, laughing is the best way to relieve stress, but after laughing, we have to get down to business.

"We are very tired, but our opponents are also very tired. Overtime is not a competition of skills, but a competition of willpower. Whoever can grit his teeth and persist may be the final winner."

The semi-finals, unprecedented heights. Although the Chinese team is not the first Asian team to reach the semi-finals of the World Cup, it must be the first team to reach the semi-finals without buying referees. Of course, all this is still imagination for the time being and has not yet been realized.

"The only difference between us and Italy is that they have tasted the championship, but we have not, so don't take it lightly. I can guarantee that this little difference is actually the difference between clouds and mud."

This is the so-called champion temperament. Li Guo knows that the current national football team does not have it yet, but there is a first time for everything. Italy was also founded by Zoff and others from generation to generation. The power of inheritance far exceeds the power of individuals.

The flying cats on the scene were spinning, and the Italian side had already stood up and formed a circle, with Ventura at the innermost, as if he was making the final arrangements.

Flying Cats started to ascend and took a panoramic shot, including the circle made by the Chinese team and the circle made by Italy.

This is like an ancient war, it really seems, so some people say that football is a war in a peaceful era.

(End of this chapter)