Golden Greenery

( ) 19-year-old Vital Romero is a very ordinary Brazilian Expedition fan. When he is not watching or playing football, he is a very ordinary oilman at the G2 highway gas station in Sao Paulo.

But Romero's grandfather was very famous.

Four years ago, Brazil lost 1:7 to Germany in the World Cup semifinals. Clovis Acosta Fernandez, a 59-year-old Brazilian fan in the stands, cried and gave the replica Hercules Cup to a German girl next to him.

"Take it to the final! I'm sad, but you deserve it, congratulations."

The image of Mr. Clovis being obsessed with football and crying for Brazilian football spread all over the world and moved the world.

Clovis is a senior Samba fan. Since 1990, he has never missed a Brazilian team game. He has followed the Brazilian team to participate in six World Cups and ten America's Cups, as well as four Confederations Cups and one Olympic Games. He has visited 66 countries and is known as the '12th Man of the Brazilian National Team'.

One year after the World Cup, after watching the 2015 America's Cup live, Clovis died of cancer at the age of 60.

Clovis had two sons, Frank and Gustavo. Romero was Frank's son and Clovis's grandson. Today they all came to Russia, to Rostov, carrying the legacy of their father and grandfather.

Obviously, Clovis is a very emotional man, full of emotions and persistence. Perhaps it is his inheritance. His grandson Romero is equally passionate. But because he has not yet reached the age of twenty, it is inevitable that his character will be emotional and middle-aged.

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The exchange of penalty kicks is about to begin. On the surface, the morale of the Chinese team and Brazil is high, and they all look like they are bound to win.

The World Cup penalty shootout does not use the fashionable ABBA penalty kick mode, but the traditional ABAB alternating method. When choosing coins, Zhuo Yang was almost unlucky, and Ti Xi chose to kick first and then defend.

As we all know, players who take penalties after penalty kicks are under greater psychological pressure, and this becomes more so in the later rounds.

Both sides stood in a row, arm in arm, on their own temporary territory. Zhuo Yang stood at the edge of the horizontal row, with a clear view and angle.

Wang Dalei stood out from the crowd, swinging his arms and walking towards the goal arrogantly.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the stands, and a fan jumped into the field and ran straight towards the players in the center circle. It's so damn fast, the rabbits are all his grandsons.

The stadium's unresponsive security chased him from all directions;

For a while there was no door.

Wang Dalei's momentum was interrupted and he was a little confused. He wanted to help security intercept the fans who entered the stadium without permission, but was scolded by Zhuo Yang.

"Come back to me!"

The visitor is a Brazilian fan in yellow clothes. We don’t know his intentions, so we’d better keep it out of our own hands.

Since Chen Jingxi stormed into the Pizjuan Stadium in 2014, Chinese fans have reached a consensus: fans should pay attention to their words and deeds during national team games, and they must not rush into the stadium to show off, and they must not cause trouble for captain Zhuo Yang again.

There is no doubt that Chinese fans are very organized and disciplined, and have a strong sense of collective honor. Especially because of his love and even doting for Zhuo Yang, it is not difficult to do this.

Brazilian fans are obviously not as self-disciplined as the Chinese. The one who rushed into the field was the second-ranked oil player Romero.

Not knowing what he wanted to do, players from both sides and the referee were waiting to see what was going on. They were not allowed to interfere in these matters.

The Chinese and Brazilian teams stood in groups, with Brazil on the left and the Chinese team on the right. Romero, who rushed into the field from the left, ran toward the center circle. According to general analysis and tradition, he will definitely embrace whoever worships the Brazilian team, and 99% of the time it is Neymar, the top one.

Neymar is ready to hug the fans and write down his heartfelt words.

Romero ignored his own team and continued to rush towards the Chinese team.

Neymar: "..."

What do you want to do? Want to carry out a terrorist attack before the penalty shootout? It would be easier to crush you to death than to crush a bug. Little bastard, think it over before you come back.

Romero continued to sprint, targeting Zhuoyang at the end of the team.

The Chinese fans in the stands were agitated. Don't think that the Chinese people are really kind-hearted. If you have evil intentions and dare to harm Zhuoyang in the slightest, we will not hesitate to turn the Rostov Stadium into a sea of ​​blood.

Zhuo Yang didn't care at all. He looked at Romero who rushed towards him with a ferocious expression on his face with a smile. To put it bluntly, he could hit fifty of such a skinny guy.

‘Poof! ’ Romero suddenly knelt down at Zhuo Yang’s feet, raised his hands and shouted.

——Reidofutebol, Reidofutebol!

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Portuguese - King of the ball!

Romero shouted "King of the Ball" and knelt down to Zhuo Yang, which made Zhuo Yang very embarrassed. Don't mention it, brother, I don't care about this title...

Some of the Chinese team could understand, and those who understood translated for those who didn't. In any case, Romero's actions said it all.

A Brazilian fan rushed into the stadium and knelt down to his enemy. This in itself is a landmark event.

The Brazilian fans in the stands were dumbfounded, but the Chinese fans understood and thunderous applause swept in. As Romero leaned over to worship again and again, the Chinese fans cheered in unison.

"Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang! Zhuoyang!"

He is our king, our Chinese football king. Our king has conquered his opponent, long live our king!

Zhuoyang pulled Romero up and hugged him briefly.

"Thank you, little brother. On behalf of football, I thank you for your enthusiasm."

Romero was obviously still excited, still saying incoherently, "King of the ball, king of the ball", and then stubbornly leaned down and kissed Zhuoyang's sneakers - a famous tough guy fan all over the world.

When he stood up again, he was pounced on by the Russian security guards who finally arrived and pinned him to the ground.

The fat and round-waisted security guard looked like he wanted to eat people, so there was nothing wrong with him. He held Romero's arm behind his back and carried him down like a chicken.

Zhuoyang doesn't want to do it anymore. After all, he is a citizen who came here to kneel down and worship. Don't you even look at your master when you beat a dog?

"Stop!" shouted angrily. "He is still a child. Just coax him out. Do you want to kill him?"

The Chinese team players swarmed forward and rescued Romero directly from Mao Zi.

The stadium security looked at Zhuo Yang, who had a sullen face, and felt collectively shocked.

Four years ago, in the famous battle of Pizjuan in football, Zhuo Yang led Real Madrid to chase down the police officers and security guards all over the field. Who didn't know who didn't? Since ancient times, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of the stiff ones, and the stiff ones are afraid of death.

Mao Zi's security guard is tough, but Zhuo Yang is obviously desperate for his life.

Captain Mao Zi hurriedly explained to Zhuo Yang in a friendly manner. He calmed down his anger in this way, but Zhuo Yang had no time to pay attention to him.

There was a strange scene on the field: Chinese team players escorted Brazilian fan Romero to leave the field safely, but instead there were eleven indifferent faces of the Brazilian team and eleven indifferent spectators. Chinese fans and Brazilian fans applauded together in the stands.

Zhuo Yang also thought it was quite interesting, so he spread his hands and shrugged to the Brazilian team: I don’t want to be like this either~~

As a result, the Brazilian team broke the defense.