Iron Man on the pitch

The media's chaos continued until the morning of July 11, when the game began.

Various news reports have finally become much normal, because the value of old news is always worse than that of news, and various media are trying to chase the latest hot spots.

However, compared with the Spanish team that was open to interviews, the Portuguese team that was still conducting closed training made the reporters return in a defeat.

"I'm still keeping it a secret now. I don't know what I can do in the last few hours." The reporter muttered and left the training ground of the Portuguese team.

Compared with the weakness of their own media, Portuguese fans burst out with great enthusiasm. After all, no matter how much they talk in the media, they cannot compare to the sincere support on the scene.

However, the Portuguese jersey is similar in color to that of the Spanish jersey, and it is really difficult to distinguish between fans from both sides for a while.

After lunch, the Portuguese bus slowly drove towards the finals, the Football City Stadium in Johannesburg.

"My body is actually trembling. Li Ling, do you think I'm scared?" Joao Moutinho held Li Ling's arm pitifully.

"Don't think too much, people will tremble when they are excited."

"Haha, is that true?" Joao Moutinho scratched his head awkwardly.

"Don't feel embarrassed. Everyone in the car played in the World Cup final for the first time. There is no old senior in Portugal who can teach us the experience of that year." Li Ling looked at the abortion outside the car window and comforted him casually.

"Haha, indeed," Pepe, who was sitting in front, turned around and agreed happily with Li Ling's words. "From now we will be the seniors and tell the young people later what it feels like to play in the World Cup finals. .”

"But don't worry, Spain on the other side has entered the World Cup finals for the first time, and they won't be much better." Li Ling chose to pull his opponent into the water to help Joao Moutinho relieve his anxiety .

"I love to hear these words, I'm right." Joao Moutinho laughed, the tension on his face reduced a lot more clearly.

"And, when it comes to inner strength, we are led by Ronaldo, so we are not panicked at all. Spain does not have such a role model. Do you think it is right, Chris?" Li Ling patted Ronaldo on the shoulder.

"Ouch!" Ronaldo, who was holding his chin and looking out the window, suddenly shuddered, as if he had just returned to his soul, "What are you talking about?"

"What's wrong with you? What were you thinking just now?" Pepe felt a little surprised. Why did Ronaldo look distracted?

"I'm thinking of my son," Ronaldo's tone rarely brought a hint of anxiety. "I hope to celebrate his birth with the World Cup champion, but..."

"No!" Pepe quickly reached out and blocked Ronaldo's mouth, "You can't do this, everyone else is relying on you."

"I just express my feelings casually. I can bear this pressure." Ronaldo slapped his thighs in disappointment, shook his head, and when he raised his head, his eyes became firmer again.

The team bus arrived at the Football City Stadium. As soon as the door opened, the cheers from the fans who had been waiting here were like a wave of heat, passing through the narrow door and sweeping every place in the car. The ground hits every player's heart.

"Victory!" "Come on!" "Winning!" "Champion!"

Although the sound was noisy and mixed with the sound of gongs and drums, especially the harsh noise of Wuwuzura, the deep desire in the hearts of the fans was clearly conveyed to the players' ears.

Not only fans, but every player also dreams of winning that trophy and is willing to do his best and give everything for it.

Ronaldo got off the bus first. As soon as his feet landed, the fans called out his name together.

Ronaldo waved to the fans with a smile, then came to the lucky ones and signed them.

"Wow, Ronaldo is really popular," although it was not the first time he saw this scene, Li Ling, who was following behind, couldn't help but sigh, and a sentence suddenly came to his mind, "He can replace it."

Pepe, who got off the car next time, also received cheers from the fans, but his reputation was much smaller, and Pepe walked straight into the stadium.

At this time, the fans should not have signed autographs. Players should enter the stadium as soon as possible, and adapt to the venue, pre-match press conferences and other aspects need to be handled. But who made Ronaldo have the capital to be willful? Anyway, the first one was not the same as the last one.

Joao Moutinho walked out of the car, and the cheers to greet him became much less. He pursed his mouth helplessly, followed Pepe and walked towards the stadium.

However, when Li Ling walked downWhen the bus was bus, the fans actually burst out, which was no less than when welcoming Ronaldo.

"Uh... It seems that Ronaldo doesn't need to replace him. I didn't expect that I am so popular among the fans." Li Ling touched his nose, learned to find a few lucky people and sign them.

Relying on his position in the Portuguese team, Li Ling can also be a little willful and use some fragments of time to satisfy the fans' wishes.

Soon, all the players on the bus got off and walked into the stadium. Ronaldo and Li Ling also followed the end of the team in the reluctant eyes of the fans and entered the stadium together.

Ronaldo glanced at Li Ling with his eyes slanted, looking angry.

"What's wrong? Chris?" Li Ling didn't understand why.

"I'm so angry that I'm more popular among female fans than you." Ronaldo made exaggerated moves like Jim Carrey, with his face full of "I'm sad".

"Ah hahaha..." Li Ling smiled arrogantly as if Director Jin.

Then the two of them laughed together.

The head coach Paul Bento, who was walking in front, looked back at the movement here and calmed down: "Since they have no problem, today's game should be fine."

When he arrived at the locker room, Joao Moutinho immediately discovered something wrong with Li Ling. He pointed at Li Ling's face with grief and anger: "Is there any reason? Some female fans forcefully kiss you!"

"Hehe." Li Ling came to the pool and quickly washed off the lipstick on his face.

"It's useless for you to be jealous of the handsome face that is the same as readers."

"What? Li Ling was forced to kiss by female fans again?"

"Wait, why did you say it again? Which time was the last time?"

This little episode made the atmosphere in the locker room liven up quickly, no longer as serious and nervous as before.

"Baba!" Ronaldo clapped his hands hard, attracting everyone to look at him.

"Guys, I don't need to say more. Everyone understands that we have been working hard for more than a month to make this game. Don't think about so many things, focus on performance on the field, and fulfill your conscientiously. Implement my own responsibilities according to the plan during training.”

"We will win!"

"Roar!" "I will win!"