Godfather of national football

Chapter 637 Battle in Italy (1)

Chapter 637 Fighting Italy ([-])

Kazan Central Stadium.

This is the first time for the Chinese team to meet the Azzurri in the World Cup. The hatred of eliminating the hosts has gradually dissipated, and the Russians have turned to support the Chinese team. There are many fans in the stadium today, and the stadium is almost full.

"Mr. Jianhong, I know you are an Italian fan."

"Hahaha, in fact, many people of my generation are like this. The 1994 World Cup made us fans of the Azzurri."

"Is Baggio right?" Li Zibing smiled like a flower.

"Yes, but not only, that group of Italian players," said Liu Jianhong, and began to recall the 94 World Cup, when he was still very young and beautiful.

Li Zibing realized that, in fact, people of that generation liked Italy because of their youthful memories, and Li Zibing didn't bother to interrupt.

"Then Mr. Jianhong, who are you supporting today?" After speaking, Li Zibing laughed first.

Liu Jianhong chuckled: "This question has a lot of traps, but it doesn't bother me. I think a great game must require an opponent. Only when the Chinese team and Italy play to the extreme can this be a great game."

"Rather than supporting anyone, I think it's better to support the game itself."

"Hahaha, as expected of a famous commentator, very cunning."

"What about you, who do you support?" Liu Jianhong asked back.

"Of course it's the Chinese team."

"Is it because of Li Guo?"

Li Zibing gave Liu Jianhong a blank look, "Of course, he is the coach of the national football team, don't you support it?"

Liu Jianhong stuck out his tongue, thinking: "The ability to beat back is really good."

*****

In the Italian locker room, the players are making the final preparations before the game. Buffon, as always, is making preparations that have not changed for decades.

Buffon carefully wraps the tape around his ankle, twice, seven times each time.

"7."

This is Buffon's lucky number and his little secret. He never told anyone. After wrapping the tape, Buffon began to pray.

At this time Ventura spoke, "Our Italian football style has been passed down for decades. It is the same whether it is a 5-year-old child or our national team."

This is the happiness of Italian football. The football style of this country is inherited in one continuous line, so everyone knows that Italian football is very good at defense, but the problem is that other national teams just can't learn it.

After listening to the coach, everyone nodded, and Ventura continued: "So whether we are standing opposite the Chinese team, the German team, or an amateur team, we just need to play our own style. That is our Italian football style, you know?"

"Yes, boss."

*****

In the locker room of the Chinese team, Mu Fei said: "Head, I feel very nervous, logically it shouldn't be."

"It's normal. After all, the Chinese team has never reached the semi-finals. People will be nervous about unknown things."

"That's right, we're just one step away from making history," Mu Fei felt more concerned about gain and loss.

"I won't ask you to maintain a normal mind, because that's nonsense, but I want to tell you that only when you make history will someone remember you."

"Head, why don't you comfort me, but put pressure on me instead."

Li Guo touched Mu Fei's neck, "A player of your level should put pressure on you."

"I love hearing that."

*****

In the player tunnel, players from the Chinese team and the Italian team stood on both sides of the player tunnel. On the Chinese side, captain Zhou Dun stood at the front, while on the Italian side, Buffon stood at the front. Buffon gave Zhou Dun a polite hug.

Mu Fei took a glance, and there are big names in Italy, such as De Rossi, Verratti, Chiellini and so on.

Especially De Rossi, the hero who won the Italian championship in 2006, De Rossi also noticed that Mu Fei was looking at him, and smiled at the latter.

Now De Rossi is not as delicate as before, with a big beard on his face, which looks a bit vicissitudes, but it is more flavorful.

Mu Fei thought to himself: "In the future, I will also change into this look, and I will probably fascinate many, many girls."

After all the players came out, the Italian national anthem was played first, and Mameli's song resounded throughout the audience. As the passionate melody sounded, the scene shot swept over the Italian players one by one. Buffon closed his eyes and sang passionately.

He closed his eyes to prevent tears from flowing down. Before the game, Buffon still wanted to keep calm, but in the end Buffon was too excited, and the tears still couldn't help but slipped from the corners of his eyes. This scene was captured by the live camera, and I don't know how many people were moved.

After the national anthem was played, Buffon clapped his hands non-stop, and the sound of slapping came out. Buffon hoped to encourage his teammates in this way.

Then it was the turn of the Chinese national anthem, as usual, the players stood shoulder to shoulder, and the camera passed the Chinese players one by one.

In the end, the camera stayed on one person for a long time - Li Guo!

He was a rookie when he came, but now he has become a legend in Asian football. Li Guo also knows that the camera is filming himself, with a deadpan expression.

After the national anthems of the two countries were played, the atmosphere on the scene reached its peak, and the passion of the fans of both sides had been ignited.

Zhou Dun and Buffon ran to the middle circle, the referee smiled and took out the coin, Buffon pointed to Zhou Dun, indicating that the Chinese team should choose first.

It is not important to choose a side. Zhou Dun and Buffon first exchanged the team flags of the two sides, and then Zhou Dun asked for the front.

The side selection ended, the Chinese team kicked off first in the first half, Buffon ran back to his own half, and his teammates were waiting there, waiting for the captain's final encouragement.

"Boys, it's only me and De Rossi who have won the World Cup and I can tell you it's a great feeling."

De Rossi interjected: "No, that feeling can only be understood if you experience it yourself."

"Yes, that feeling is hard to express in words."

"It must be the last time for us two old guys to participate in the World Cup. What we have to do is to help you young people experience the feeling of being a World Cup champion."

The teammates smiled, "Trust us, maybe we will do better."

On the Chinese side, Zhou Dun was also encouraging his players, "The last time we missed the quarter-finals, what does the World Cup semi-finals mean? I think everyone understands that those are the four best teams in the world."

"Captain, don't worry, I will do my best," Mu Fei said.

"Haha, I'm not worried that you don't try your best. Against a team like Italy this time, brute force is useless. We have to play smarter."

Zhou Dun said a few more words, the players dispersed, took their positions, and formed a formation. The referee was looking at his watch and had a final communication with the assistant referee. The first half was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)