football superstar

Chapter 537

Clemens tried his best not to pay attention to the countdown card, but his eyes would always look there unconsciously.

There is not much time for the game, Portugal, which is now behind, must fight hard!

However, many times football matches do not go as expected. Two tall midfielders were even replaced in order to fight for the top. Portugal is also working hard to create opportunities for set kicks and corner kicks, but the final result is always It makes people feel helpless.

The Brazil team is not only a team that can attack, but also their defense is in place, and the newly replaced goalkeeper Erminho is as good as Chris Jr. Get the ball over the net!

Time passed by so quietly, and the Portuguese both on and off the field felt that this time passed too fast and too fast.

Why not give them 10 more minutes?Is the timer broken?We haven't scored yet!

When Chris Jr. took another shot from Brazilian striker Bacca, he subconsciously looked at Clemens.

Now that the time is 89 minutes, Clemens knows that if he doesn't fight hard, he can only hand over the gold cup!

Facing the eyes of little Chris, Clemens pressed forward hard, and then made a gesture towards the opponent's goal towards little Chris.

"Portugal is going to fight." At first, he had the idea that it would be a big deal to watch the excitement, but at this point in the game, Ramos also subconsciously hoped that Portugal's efforts would be rewarded.

As a top player, Sessam is even more obvious: "What Portugal needs now is just a goal, just a goal! The Brazilian team has begun to use substitution tactics to delay time appropriately, and will also defend the front. Strengthening is obviously to keep the fruits of victory, what Portugal needs now is a breakthrough, a goal that can tear open Brazil's defense line! Time is really running out!"

Yes, time is running out. When the sign showing 3 minutes of stoppage time was raised, Clemens really wanted to roll up his sleeves subconsciously.

3 minutes, one goal behind, the World Cup final!

Mr. Daochang, who had never felt such pressure and excitement at the same time, took a few deep breaths, and then clapped his hands vigorously: "From now on, look for opportunities for set kicks! Any set kicks!"

This sentence was said unscrupulously, and he was not afraid of being heard by the Brazilians, because the Portuguese, who are completely fighting now, belong to the type that cannot be prevented by traditional methods!

Neither flopping nor acting, just relying on physical collisions to go straight up!

The age of Brazilian defenders is polarized, and it is inevitable to make moves. If it is such a small move in the game, it may be lightly let go by the referee. But now, does Clemens' shout come to the fourth official? When the headset was then conveyed to the head coach, the pressure was also the subconsciously strict penalty scale of head coach Hu Riang.

As a result, the Portuguese team set a record, that is, in the stoppage time of the World Cup final, they made six free kicks and three corner kicks in a row!

And when the first eight failed, the game time reached 93 minutes. According to the rules, the referee can not stop the game when the attacking side's offensive is not over. The game ended, and during this period, Erminho made a save and let the ball roll out of the bottom line!

"Corner! Portugal got a corner in the last countdown! Obviously after this corner the game will be over regardless of whether the score is equalized or not! This is Portugal's last chance and they have to... Chris comes out! The re- The young goalkeeper who bears the name of Cristiano strode across the field and ran into the opponent's penalty area to fight for a header!"

This choice was one Chris wanted and Clemens allowed.

Come over and fight, no matter whether it is topped or not, even if it only involves the opponent's player, as long as a goal can be scored in the end and the score is equalized to 2-2, there will still be overtime.

If there is no result, even if the opponent hits a hanging door, so what if the result becomes 3-1?There is no difference between losing one and losing two!

Clemens put his hands in his pockets, and his blue eyes looked straight at the opponent's penalty area. There were already crowds of people there, and everyone gathered together. It was Sanchez who took the corner kick, and in the penalty area, there was no It is not clear where is the bright red of Portugal and where is the pure gold of Brazil.

When the corner kick was taken, everything seemed to be in slow motion. Clemens watched the ball fly high into the middle, and watched Almeida miss the ball under the interference after jumping high. Watching the ball hit by Chris was shot hard by Erminho!

Then, the ball fell to Almeida's feet again. Just when he was about to shoot, Luca hooked the ball away with his toes. He didn't see if he could hang the goal, so he opened the ball with a big kick. Kicked out hard!

At this moment, the whistle from the referee's mouth was blown!

"Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!"

"The game is over! The England World Cup final match is over! The Brazilian team overtook the Portuguese team with two goals and won the championship! This is the third time that the five-star Brazil has reached the final in the past 24 years, and finally won the Hercules Cup! The defending champion Portugal also deserves our applause, they have dedicated a wonderful game, but now, the glory of the championship belongs to Brazil! Five-star Brazil, oh no, now it is six-star Brazil! They deserve the cheers of the whole world!"

The Brazilian bench threw away everything they had at the moment the whistle sounded, such as water bottles, notebooks, and substitute jerseys, all of them!They even took off their tops as they ran, as if that was the only way to show their excitement!

The Brazilian players on the field also screamed and rushed towards their teammates. Some Brazilian veterans even squatted on the ground covering their faces and crying.

For so many years, they have been so close to the Gold Cup countless times but couldn't get their hands on it. Brazil and Portugal have a backlash. They meet every year and are eliminated every year. It is almost a curse!

And today, at Wembley Stadium in England, the Brazilian finally got his wish and won the Hercules Cup. Thank God, thank the world, and thank everything that can be thankful. The Samba finally brought back their glory!

In stark contrast is Portugal, who came with the halo of defending champions, but did not achieve the glory of defending champions.

Many young Portuguese lay directly on the turf motionless, covering their eyes with their arms and also blocking the tears in their own eyes.

Among them, the only one who didn't fall down was Little Chris. He stared blankly at the ball kicked far away, gritted his teeth, and told himself over and over again.

Can't cry, can't cry...

It is enough to have papa crying at home, I can't cry.

Papa is looking at me, Uncle Toto is looking at me, and this damn Erminio is looking at me too, I can't cry!

But immediately, little Chris felt that he was hugged by someone, and that voice was so damn nice.

"We, exchange jerseys?"

Chris pushed the man away with his backhand, stared at Erminho in front of him with red eyes, and gritted his teeth hard at the man's seemingly gentle and harmless smiling face: "No change!"

"Why? I think we have appreciated enough." Erminio smiled and opened his eyes and said nonsense.

"I only admire the champion!" The champion is gone, what a ghost!

"I'm the champion." The Brazilian goalkeeper still smiled.

What greeted him was the jersey thrown by Chris Jr., because the jersey had already been soaked in sweat during the summer game and when there was no rest in the whole game.After the throw, Chris wanted to turn his head and leave, but Erminho stuffed his jersey into his arms.

Little Chris wanted to throw it away immediately, but because he saw Luka's worried eyes, he could only hold on tightly, not wanting to make Luka worry too much, while Erminho grabbed the jersey and covered his face for two seconds , Then took it off and put it on his shoulders, smiled and ran to his teammates to celebrate the victory together.

It looks like the vitality and enthusiasm that this age should have.

Clemens stood motionless on the sidelines for three minutes.

He has never experienced failure. Yes, as long as there is Clemens in the game, he will not fail. This seems to be a kind of halo shrouded in Clemens, golden and unbreakable.

And now, this is the first time that Clemens has experienced the feeling of failure in the competition he participated in. He is very unwilling and uncomfortable, but not desperate.

And 3 minutes later, Clemens stepped into the field, approaching his players, comforting each other, although the method was very simple - a hug or a faint "stand up" - But the effect was good. Many Portuguese boys would choose to get up and follow Clemens to leave, while the little Chris, who seemed to be caught by Luca, was grabbed by Clemens and taken away from the stadium.

The players need to go back to the locker room to tidy themselves up. After all, everything is not over yet. They still need to watch the winner climb to the top after receiving the medals. This is a respect for the winner.

Clemens did not follow back, but stood on the edge of the field, looking at the frozen big screen with a calm expression, watching the score, quietly not saying a word, and just standing on the sidelines directing the game to the point of excitement Men are completely different.

"Thomas, what are you thinking?" Kaka walked over. He didn't disturb the players' excited celebration. After encouraging him, the excited Mr. Kaka could be calmed down when he saw Clemens. , he walked up to Clemens, without any physical contact, just asked softly.

Clemens was still looking at the big screen, and spoke slowly, in a calm voice: "If I win this game, I think I will listen to Mendes' suggestion and try the fashion circle."

"Huh?" Adding two words to any sentence would make it different. Kaka didn't speak, but continued to look at Clemens.

"But I lost, Ricardo, I don't like to lose, any time." Clemens turned his head and entered the player tunnel after speaking, leaving Kaka standing on the sidelines and blinking.

Lord Kaka, who had been with Clemens for a long time, reacted to this sentence for three seconds before he understood the meaning.

Clemens hates losing, but now that his first game as coach has ended in a loss, what happens?

Kaka thought for a while, and then suddenly gave a wry smile.

Winning was fun, but the thought of facing a Clemens-led team for decades to come made his calf ache.

This is not a physical reason, but a psychological effect. Players who have played against Clemens have this sequelae.

So a defeat cost Portugal a coach named Thomas Clemens?

I suddenly feel that for Portugal, the failure of this game may not be so unacceptable...

Ten minutes later, when everything was ready, Portugal took the lead in receiving the runner-up medal.

They didn't stop on the red carpet and walked down from the other side. When passing by Kaka, Clemens suddenly heard that person say: "Wait for me."

Then, Kaka smiled and followed the players onto the red carpet, and also walked towards the golden Hercules Cup.

Clemens, who originally wanted to go back to the locker room, stood there, looked up at his lover slightly, and suddenly thought of a possibility in his head.

Plop, plop, plop.

The sound of the heartbeat, together with the sound of eardrums beating, was so clear and clear that Clemens found it difficult to breathe.

Little Chris, who was standing next to Clemens, had already calmed down, and was discussing with Almeida how much special training Clemens would receive today—actually not, but they were always looking for A little topic—but when he turned his head, Little Chris stared at Clemens' side face for a few moments, and suddenly asked suspiciously: "Uncle Toto, why are your ears red?"

Clemens doesn't look back, because he can't let Chris see, from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his ears, it's all red.

[Dear love you!A word from the small theater! 】

Luca: Erminio, what are you doing...

Erminho: Feel the temperature of little Chris and smile

Luca: ...=口=