I am Quaresma

Quaresma fooled everyone!

He didn't intend to cooperate with Figo in a wall-bumping style at all, but he used this action to fool everyone.

At least, even Thuram, who is extremely experienced, did not expect Quaresma to pull the ball directly and turn around.

Then, Quaresma, who shook everyone, could already face the French goal.

The whole world is about to boil at this moment. With such a passionate scene, everyone can't restrain the excitement in their hearts, and roar out with passion.

But this will not affect Quaresma's calmness at all. At this moment, time seems to have stopped, everything in front of him has become clumsy and slow, Barthez has become smaller and smaller, and the French goal has become smaller and smaller. Big, until the end, there was only a solitary goal left in his eyes.

No one can stop Quaresma, all he has to do is send the ball under his feet into the goal in front of him.

When time started to pass again, the ball had already appeared in the French goal, but Barthez looked back at the lost goal in despair, extremely depressed.

In the next moment, amid the cheers erupting like a tsunami at the Allianz Arena, Quaresma has already neighed like a wild horse and rushed towards his teammates crazily. He was completely berserk.

Figo was the first to hug him. He didn't care that Quaresma had shaken himself just now. The important thing is that Portugal scored again.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Deco, and Maniche came one after another, all crazy, and there is nothing more exciting than a goal that kills an opponent.

3:1

Portugal once again leads Portugal by two goals, and there is not much time left in the game.

France is over!

Portugal won!

There is no suspense in the game, and there is absolutely no black X minutes. Portugal can definitely maintain its lead until the end!

The whole world seemed to be excited at this moment, restlessly witnessing the glory of the Portuguese.

The blood of the Portuguese fans is soaring, and they almost want to break through their heads. Even if they go to heaven to meet God now, they will hold God's hand and tell him about the greatness of Portugal.

For the first time, they are about to break into the World Cup finals. This is almost a century of waiting for generations.

Even though the game is not over yet, they can no longer hold back their passion, singing and dancing like crazy monsters. Now, even if they want to destroy the earth, it is worthy of forgiveness.

On the other hand, the French fans, the world in their eyes has lost its color. I am afraid that the most optimistic people will not feel that there is hope for France at this time.

War is like this, either you die or I die. When France fails to do anything to Portugal, it is doomed to the next fate.

It's just that France was almost obliterated by Portugal without any suspense, probably no one expected it.

For this goal, Portugal abruptly hit the French penalty area through a positional attack. This is already the most direct proof of Portugal's strong ability.

Able to defend, good at counterattack, and also capable of shredding the opponent's defense head-on with a smooth attack, France is not ashamed to lose to such a Portuguese team.

Perhaps, they were just unprepared to lose!

. . . . . .

After the frenzied celebrations in Portugal, the game was able to restart. At this time, the whole game had reached 80 minutes.

This is a moment of despair.

Time is running out for the French!

Domenech really wanted to replicate the state of France's previous goal. He kept waving his hands to signal the players to press forward, and even called Zidane to the sidelines to give an opportunity. Even if there is little hope, it is better than doing nothing.

But just Zidane will inevitably feel powerless at this time, the hero is late, after all, an era is coming to an end, can he really save the world?

France's crazy offense is here again, but compared with before, it is less rational and a little more messy. Even Zidane has no way to calm down and sort out the offense!

This book is already disappointing,

But at this time, Scolari once again took out a small knife and stabbed it hard at France.

Figo went off and Costinha replaced him. Scolari has played all kinds of routines to the extreme.

Portugal's progress has become a regular 442, but the four players in the midfield are all well-known defensive fighters. Even Deco still cannot underestimate his defense.

The four players lined up to form a human wall, covering in front of the Portuguese defense line, which could block almost all attacks.

This kind of defensive routine and intensity is simply an alternative version of the bus.

What's more, Quaresma and Ronaldo, who are invincible in counterattack, are still left in front, and Scolari simply doesn't give the French any chance.

When Figo left the field, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and the players ran over to hug and high-five him. It seemed that all the Portuguese fans stood up, applauded and cheered, paying tribute to Portugal's legendary captain, even the French fans did not Spare your own applause, because such a veteran deserves everyone's respect.

He is worthy of his responsibility as the captain. Today he and his Portugal are finally going to the World Cup finals, which is what all his predecessors have not done.

Perhaps he will gradually fade out of the national team after this World Cup, but here, his legend will always be left behind.

. . . . . .

In the final moments that followed, the French team lost their minds and attacked fiercely, but their offense seemed to have lost their soul, and they were as mechanical as walking dead.

In the end, Domenech even used Trezeguet, and the two wings kept hoisting the ball over the penalty area. Henry, Trezeguet and even Zidane had already rushed into the penalty area to compete for a header.

This is France's last struggle!

Trezeguet's header is the best in the world, Henry's header is also a strong point, and Zidane has repeatedly used headers to help France defeat strong opponents. The fort above the three of them kept firing and almost smashed the Portuguese goal. .

But Portugal successfully defended France's final counterattack and kept the score until the end of 90 minutes. At this time, everyone knew that the game was coming to an end.

The fourth official on the sidelines has already raised the stoppage time sign, and the clearly visible number 2 appeared in front of everyone, which means that there are only two minutes left before Portugal advances to the World Cup final.

The French fans in the stands couldn't help but let out a cry of grief. Their lost hearts had fallen to the bottom of the valley, and thus ended their World Cup journey. The pain was infinitely magnified and tortured their fragile hearts.

The Portuguese fans sang the Portuguese national anthem, and even the players who were still running on the field sang the national anthem with the singing. The pride from the bottom of their hearts and the joy of victory came together. They felt that they It's already going to heaven.

beep-

beep-

Beep——

Two long whistles and one short whistle meant that the game was officially over. Along with the whistle, cheers erupted, and the Allianz Arena had fallen.

Portugal 3:1 France

The Five Shields advance to the World Cup finals as they wish!

The fans sang and danced, excited as if they were going to die, the wish of a century finally came true today!

The players on the field ran frantically with their hands raised, bumped their chests, hugged, stacked arhats, and used various methods to vent their excitement. At the moment of the World Cup finals, no one can calm down.

Quaresma was ravaged by his teammates, his hair had already been kneaded as fluffy as a chicken coop, and no matter how strong the hairspray was, it had little other effect at this time.

But Quaresma no longer cares, the joy of victory is enough to make him forget everything, even if he uses his own hair in exchange for the team's victory, he is willing.

Of course, victory is definitely not that cheap, and Quaresma doesn't need to sacrifice himself like this!

A flame in his chest was burning fiercely, and the flames soared into the sky. When the flame exploded completely, the heat was enough to destroy the entire earth.

Finally won!

There is no death, no crazy reversal, it seems that the victory is just a matter of course, but this still makes Quaresma very excited!

A win is a win and it never comes cheap because there are no ups and downs!

Moreover, France is a stable top team in the world, and it is absolutely capable of reaching the Hercules Cup. This victory is full of gold.

To finally stand on the field of the finals is probably what all professional players dream of all their lives, and it is also beyond the reach of most people.

What is your goal?

Become the real number one player in the world football, lead your club to the top, lead your national team to become the king of the world!

Now it seems that this dream is not far away!

So he has reason to be excited, to be excited, to get carried away!

Therefore, Quaresma, who got carried away, was crazily ravaged by his teammates...

After finally breaking free in embarrassment, Quaresma, who seemed to have been dropped a hundred times, gradually regained his composure, and the smile on his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

The substitute players rushed to the court to join in the carnival. Even Scolari was laughing like a child, which is in line with Scolari's usual personality - old child!

Cristiano Ronaldo and Quaresma hooked up shoulder to shoulder, and the relationship was infinitely good, but Figo stepped in forcefully, embracing Ronaldo and Quaresma in the middle like a big brother, looking at each other, and couldn't help laughing !

This picture is destined to become a classic and forever freeze in the hearts of fans!

The legend of Portugal has begun, is still going on, and is far from over!

...

The French player fell to the ground slumped, all his strength had been exhausted, and his soul also disappeared, like a walking dead.

Zidane couldn't help being absent-minded for a while, shaking his head slightly, his expression full of loneliness.

My career is over!

Falling in the semi-finals of the World Cup is not considered a success, but it is not considered a failure either. Whether it is successful or not, it is over!

The past scenes of his entire career appeared before his eyes, with glories and troughs, no matter what kind of experience it brings you, you have to silently taste what he left for you.

At least for now, my heart is bitter!

Portugal is very strong, and an absolute strength defeated France, which made Zidane, who had tried his best, feel powerless.

But he had to give Portugal a thumbs up. Being able to play against Portugal in the last game of his career, even if he lost in the end, it was still the most perfect experience.

Such a Portuguese team is worthy of qualifying for the final and also worthy of the championship trophy!

Then, please go further!

...

After expressing his feelings, Zidane walked towards his teammates silently, pulling up tearful brothers one by one, even Henry, his eyes were already red, maybe in front of Zidane, he was still that kid.

Under the comfort and leadership of Zidane, the French players lined up to the stands and apologized to the French fans in the stands. They failed the expectations of the fans. Although this was not their intention, they still need to say sorry.

When Portugal finished celebrating and France finished apologizing, the familiar players of the two teams came together again, but compared with before the game, things were different and their moods were different.

Figo hugged Zidane. As the two most experienced players on the field, they can understand each other's feelings best. Everything is in the eyes of each other, and there is no need to say anything.

In the end, Zidane patted Figo on the shoulder, turned and walked off the court, leaving Figo with an infinitely lonely back, and his entire career was also frozen at this moment.

The Portuguese captain felt lost. He seemed to have seen the day when he left the stadium. Perhaps, he would be so lonely, as if he had lost the whole world.

...

"Congratulations, Ricardo, your performance is worthy of this victory, so work harder in the final!"

Henry walked up to Quaresma, put his arms around Quaresma's shoulders, and said in a somewhat erratic tone.

Quaresma knew what kind of mood the Arsenal captain was in, and turned around to give Henry a heavy hug. He also didn't want to say anything, because at this moment, all comfort was pale.

Honor is the eternal pursuit of any professional player. Even if Henry already has a Hercules Cup in his hand, he will not refuse the second one.

I'm sorry, everyone is their own master, and Quaresma will naturally not be merciful. What he entrusts to him is far from his own dream, but the World Cup dream of all Portuguese.

It's okay, Captain!

We will continue to fight side by side next season, and we will go to win the second Champions League trophy together!

"Of course, I will work hard, and I will definitely not let the champion fall aside!" Quaresma smiled brightly, and continued: "When I bring the championship medal back, let's compare and see if the World Cup championship medals are cast in the same mold." from!"

Henry couldn’t help rolling his eyes.

"How can it be exactly the same?" Three black lines have been erected on Henry's head, "At least the recorded text is different, okay?"

But Quaresma's next sentence almost made Henry go berserk.

"Well, it may indeed be different!"

"The championship medal of the 1998 World Cup should be gold-plated, but it is said that this year's championship medal is made of pure gold. My medal seems to be more valuable than your medal!"

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