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Chapter 753 Good luck to you

Chapter 753 Good luck to you

Free State Football Stadium, full of noise and cheers, one after another, like a boiling volcano.

"The game is over! The game is over!! The last team to advance to the quarter-finals of this World Cup is born! They are the Matador Legion from the Iberian Peninsula. Congratulations to Spain. They continue to move towards the highest mountain with a victory !"

"1:0! The smallest score, the greatest value! Fan scored the only goal in the game. This goal is as precious as gold. It gives Spain the hope of continuing to attack towards the end!"

"Five goals in three games, Fan is without a doubt the thickest thigh in the current Spanish team! He is in unbelievable form! We have to congratulate him for his performance against Ronaldo. Fan's performance in the direct dialogue with the audience is even more amazing! His performance is decisive!"

"The game is over, Spain has advanced to the quarter-finals, Portugal can only go home sadly. This result is a bit cruel for a top superstar like Ronaldo. In this game, Ronaldo's performance is beyond compare. He can be critical, he inspires his team-mates, he leads the way, he does everything he can, but... this is football! Some wins and some lose, some laugh and some cry. Of course, there is something to be thankful for Fortunately, this is not the end, although it is a pity, but we can still look forward to it, and hope that after four years, Portugal will become bigger and stronger, Ronaldo will have more good helpers by his side, and they will come back!"

In the commentary booth, some people were cheering, some were marveling, some were sighing, and some were clapping their hands and sighing.

On the football field, there will always be winners and losers, and whether it is Ronaldo or Fan Bizhuang, superstars at their level have crowds and supporters all over the world, so whoever is eliminated will leave , will be embarrassing.

When people are singing for the winners, but in another corner, the losers are unavoidably sad.

Especially after seeing C. Luo's lonely expression and his bleak and unwilling back, this scene made many people silent.

The Spanish players cheered wildly at one end of the court, celebrating the victory, while the Portuguese players were on the other side, some standing like sculptures, some squatting on the ground, and some simply lying on the turf. The movements are different, but the same thing is that they all have a little bewilderment and deep pain in their eyes.

On both sides of the football field, it is like two worlds, with laughter on one side and tears on the other.

And C. Luo was standing there in his own world, with his hands on his hips, his head shaking non-stop, and the unwillingness and bitterness on his face was undisguised.

His eyes were fixed on the Spanish players who were celebrating on the other side of the field, with envy and longing in his eyes.

Amidst the cheers, Fan Bizhuang seemed to feel the gaze from the other side. He raised his head and looked into the distance, but only saw the back of C. Luo turned around. Although the two were very familiar with each other in the club, What came to Fan Bizhuang's heart at this time was an unprecedented feeling that he was no longer the confident and arrogant C. Luo, but just a big injured boy.

Looking away, Fan Bizhuang didn't pay attention to the "big boy". Where he didn't see, C. Luo had already walked to his teammate. Eduardo was crying like a child in his arms. C. Luo gently patted him to comfort him, C. Luo pulled Simao up, he and Merles embraced tightly, and he whispered something to Nani...

He comforts his teammates like a real man, a real leader.

"Although he lost the game, although this World Cup trip has come to an end, what I want to say is that Cristiano has not given up! There is still fighting spirit in his eyes, and he told his partners, don't be sad, next time Once, they'll come back to this stage, they'll come back stronger, and they'll make a real comeback!"

"He's a real man!"

"This C. Luo, how can you not love! Please remember his name, his name is Cristiano Ronaldo! There is only one Ronaldo in the world! Guys, please stand up, raise your hands, and call out his name , and then send our Ronaldo... away!"

A commentator's emotional voice came from the live broadcast. The silent Portuguese fans seemed to be infected. They slowly stood up and beat the time. While calling Ronaldo's name, weeping and watching Their heroes leave.

C. Luo took his teammates, bowed to the Portuguese fans present to express his gratitude, turned around, and left slowly.

His steps are so steady, so firm, this time, he failed, he left, but so what?He will come back, because, in his life dictionary, there is no such word as admitting defeat!

……

"It is something to be happy to be able to advance to the quarterfinals. This is the result of the joint efforts of all of us."

"My goals decide the outcome of the game? To some extent, it is true, but I must say that it is because of a strong team behind me, and everyone has given me great support. Support. This goal belongs to the whole team."

"It's important to be able to score goals in such an important game, but if you have to choose between scoring your own goals and winning for the team, of course I will choose the latter. Winning comes first , we will continue to work hard for this goal. We will always win!"

"The World Cup Golden Boot? That's my goal, I've said it before, if there's a chance, why not?"

Leaving aside a few answers, Fan Bizhuang fled back to the player tunnel with difficulty as he squeezed through the almost impenetrable reporters.Although this is already the norm, as the player of the game selected after the game, it is natural to receive such courtesy, but Fan Bizhuang still seemed a little impatient.

After 10 and [-] minutes of high-intensity and fierce fighting, what Fan Bizhuang wanted most at the moment was not to argue with these media workers here, but to go back to the locker room, take a comfortable hot bath, and then fight with his teammates. They continued to cheer and celebrate with excitement.

After finally getting rid of the reporter who looked like dog skin and plaster, Fan Bizhuang walked quickly through the passage and walked towards his team's locker room.But at the corner of the passage, Fan Bizhuang stopped.

A figure leaned against the wall, as if he was dozing off or in a daze.

As if hearing footsteps from far to near, the figure withdrew his gaze from the ceiling and turned his head.

"You waited for me here on purpose?"

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, took two steps forward, walked up to the figure, and looked at him with a strange expression.

The figure is none other than C. Luo, who had already left the field before. At this moment, he is naked, showing his muscular muscles, while his jersey is tightly held in his hands.

"Although I'm not very happy in my heart, I still have to congratulate you anyway. Congratulations on winning the victory. Your performance is very good."

C. Luo said this in a flat tone. Obviously, he was still worried about his team being eliminated in the end, but with his proud temperament, it is very honorable to be able to stand here and say such a thing. Easy, this almost shows an attitude, at least in this competition, he admitted his failure.

C. Luo is so confident and proud. This is a guy who will persevere no matter how many difficulties he endures.

Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth, both surprised and disbelieving. From some aspects, he and C. Luo are both extremely stubborn people, but now the other party is "bowing" to him, and he is a little suspicious The guy standing in front of him at this moment is not the guy he is familiar with.

"Don't think about it, it's just a normal etiquette. Do you think I'm a bastard who doesn't know how to measure and has no heart?" C. Luo raised his hand and raised the jersey in his hand, "Actually, I just wanted to Come over, but I have to comfort my teammates first, so...do you want to change?"

Fan Bizhuang was taken aback again.

When he was still playing for Villarreal, he played against Ronaldo's Manchester United many times, but no matter the result, the two never exchanged jerseys.As opponents, they have never had such an exchange, and after the two arrived at Real Madrid, they became teammates fighting side by side, and there was no such opportunity.

Although it is not impossible for teammates to exchange jerseys, it seems weird, and both of them are arrogant people, and they will not take the initiative to find each other to change jerseys, so in the display cabinet of the two, Neither have each other's jerseys.

It's just that I didn't expect that the club's "regret" would have a chance to make up for it on the stage of the World Cup.

Without any words, Fan Bizhuang nodded lightly, quickly took off the jersey on his body, handed it to Ronaldo, and took the jersey handed over by the other party, and put it on his shoulders.

"I'm really unhappy!"

C. Luo also put Fan Bizhuang's jersey on his shoulders, and then sighed in a low voice. He looked at Fan Bizhuang, then shook his head, "I really envy you for having an excellent team. But that's good too, it will give me more motivation to do what I want to do. Well, man, you won this time, next time we meet, you won't have this Good luck."

C. Luo suddenly smiled, but the smile looked a bit bitter, he opened his arms and hugged Fan Bizhuang: "Good luck, buddy, keep going, after all, you are the one who eliminated us, Don't be kicked home halfway, it will make me feel very humiliated."

"Okay, that's it."

Letting go, C. Luo turned around, shook his hands with his back turned, and walked away slowly.

Fan Bizhuang stood at the corner, watching C. Luo's figure gradually disappear, stood there for a long time, sighed, and turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)