64. Broken gold finger

Early morning, July 10, 2006.

The World Cup not only stimulates the local tourism economy of the organizer, but also the advertising economy of major sponsors, and even the night market stall business in small counties has also become popular. There is a shopping mall in the small county town, the building is in the shape of a "mouth", and the open space in the middle is full of barbecue stalls.

Han Fei was pulled out by several die-hard friends to eat supper and watch the football game, and it was still a while before the start of the finals, CCTV's "Rich Feast" column was warming up before the finals, and the wonderful pictures of each game were played on the screen.

"Grosso is in, eh, Iaquinta, penalty, penalty, penalty, Grosso's credit, Grosso's credit, don't give the Australians any chance!"

"The great Italian left-back, he inherited the glorious tradition of Italy! Facchetti, Cabrini, Maldini possessed their souls in this moment! Grosso alone, he represents the long historical tradition of Italian football! At this moment he is not fighting alone! He is not alone!" The commentator was hoarse with excitement.

'Totti, Totti faced this penalty. He is facing the eyes and expectations of Italian fans all over the world. The goal is in! The game is over! Italy win and eliminate Australia! They didn't fall in front of Guus Hiddink's team again, great Italy! Great Italian left-back! Happy birthday Maldini, long live Italy!"

Kang Pengfei held the beer glass and said with a smile: "Alas, do you think Huang Jianxiang is crazy?

"You're going to have to go crazy for you, don't you want to think about how aggrieved Italy was hacked by the Korean stick in '02, isn't this just the right Australian coach or Hiddink, and finally seized the opportunity. Han Fei replied after taking a bite of the roasted eggplant.

Xie Wei peeled the shell of the flavored shrimp, as skillful as a doctoral supervisor in anatomy, and said with words in his mouth: "Totti is still stable, this penalty is really tricky, and the footwork is really hard." Italy will definitely win the championship this year, and if it doesn't win, I'll eat this shrimp shell. ”

Zhang Guowei grabbed the beer glass and slammed it on the table, and said indignantly: "Fart, Lao Tzu Qizu will beat you eleven by one, the Gallic army is invincible, and France will win." Don't you remember the hard lesson of Euro 2000?"

"If it weren't for Piero's soft feet, besides, how many years ago was 2000, and how France is fighting with our Apennine army now, we have only conceded a goal until now. Xie Wei ate the mouthful of shrimp meat, ignored the oil on his hands, and shook it fiercely into the air and said.

"Okay, okay, don't argue, the ball is kicked out, not blown out of the mouth, won't it be clear after the game is played later?" Kang Pengfei came out to persuade, and then asked Han Fei: "Xiaofei, what do you think?"

Han Fei leaned on the back of the plastic chair in a paralyzed posture, calm, I will tell you that I know the result? The corners of his mouth pulled an arc, and said with a smile: "Let's draw, the final penalty shootout, Italy wins the cup." ”

Zhang Guowei expressed his disbelief: "It's really fake, I don't believe it, the previous 17 World Cup finals played penalty kicks in 94 years, how can it be so easy to play penalty shootouts, besides, Italy lost the last penalty shootout." ”

"Then we'll see. Han Fei took a sip of beer

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"CCTV, CCTV, here is the live commentary of the 18th FIFA World Cup final brought to you by the commentator Huang Jianxiang and guest Zhang Lu. This is an exciting moment, after more than a month of fierce battles, 63 games of competition, now the two teams, finally arrived at the Berlin Olympic Arena, in two hours or more, the new World Cup champion will be decided, who will add another gold star to the jersey? Let's wait and see! Now let me introduce the starting list of the two sides, the Italian team No. 1, goalkeeper Buffon ......"

"Damn, I'm so excited. ”

"Long live Italy!"

"France will win!"

"The Chinese team wins the cup!"

The crowd eating supper fell into a frenzy, the fans on both sides cheered for their beloved team, and a few deliberately made trouble cheering for the Chinese team, only Han Fei had 13 numbers in his heart, eating skewers calmly.

Malouda, go in, hey, Malouda fell to the ground, Materazzi cleared the ball, the referee didn't say anything! Malouda signaled to the referee that the ball should be a penalty, wow, the players surrounded the referee to ask for an explanation, let's see the replay, oops, this goal is indeed a foul by Materazzi, but the referee decided that it was not a penalty, pointed to the sideline, signaled to the French team's sideline ball, alas, the misjudgment is also part of football. ”

A group of spectators divided into two groups, gasping for air, fortunately no penalty was awarded, and scolding the referee for being blind, such an obvious foul did not give a penalty. The referee's misjudgment was like a match lighting a barrel of explosives, the two sides slapped the table and scolded each other, and it looked like a fight was about to start, but fortunately the boss and the guys came out to fight and barely persuaded them.

At this time, Han Fei felt that he was on vacation at the equator, and suddenly he was thrown to the Arctic Circle, and a chill rushed from the root of his tail to his chest, and the originally slightly boiling blood was splashed with a bucket of ice water on his head, and with a bang, his whole body strength was taken away like a stream of water vapor.

No one can imagine how much Han Fei has struggled in his heart at this time, I will throw you a nut, say that you sell hemp, kill your turtle grandson, pounce on you Eminem, Fu.ck U, La puta, all kinds of swear words Han Fei scolded in his heart.

Play me, God, I just want to make a little fortune from the World Cup, why did you change the final process for me?

Zidane shook off Andrea Pirlo and leaned on De Rossi's cross, Trezeguet, header, crossbar, saved Italy. Buffon was about to open the goal, he pressed down with both hands, signaling his teammates to slow down the tempo, Buffon is experienced after all. ”

Han Fei is more and more panicked, this is the end of the first half, according to the original script Zidane scored a penalty in 8 minutes, Materazzi equalized in 25 minutes, and now there is no goal, my pound will not be wasted, right?

The whistle blew at the end of the first half, Kang Pengfei turned his head to look at Han Fei, who would have thought that this person would be stunned, the skewer of baked bean skin in his hand had fallen off his clothes and had not yet been found, he felt that the three souls and seven spirits had been lost, Kang Pengfei asked with concern: "Hey, hey, Xiaofei, what's wrong with you, why is your face pale, aren't you still very calm just now? ”

"It's okay, calm down, I believe in Italy's ability, we're on a team. ”

"Phew, in the second half, Zidane kicked the world wave to kill you. ”

Zhang Guowei and Xie Wei were still talking, Han Fei came back to his senses, waved his hand and said, "I'll go out to smoke a cigarette quietly, and I'll come back at the beginning of the second half." ”

"Hey, are you okay, let's go together?"

"No, I don't. ”

Han Fei walked to the back of the barbecue stall with one foot deep and one foot shallow, squatting in the corner like a plagued rooster, trembling and holding the cigarette, and taking out a lighter from his pocket to light it.

Click.

The first hit didn't burn.

Click.

The second time it still didn't burn.

"!" Han Fei scolded, then shook the lighter vigorously, and pushed the switch to the right to the right, da, the lighter finally burned, and the flame seemed to be extinguished in a blink of an eye, don't look at it as a hot day, now Han Fei's back is full of cold sweat, his upper and lower teeth bite the cigarette butt and keep trembling, so he took two puffs of the flame, and the tobacco finally burned.

Han Fei held the cigarette between the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, and took a long puff, and the nicotine finally cleared his confused brain a little.

Thirty-two thousand pounds, at the current exchange rate, it is almost 500,000 soft sister coins, this is 500,000 in 06, a hardcover room will be lost, Han Fei remembered that he had seen Lao Mouzi's "Alive", Fugui also lost his own compound because of gambling, and the coolness in his heart became more and more intense.

After taking a puff of a cigarette, Han Fei didn't smoke it, squatted in the corner in a daze, came back to his senses and realized that a third of the cigarette was still unburned, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it a few times, thief God, my only golden finger was broken by you!

Han Fei returned to his dead friend, the three buddies didn't ask much when they saw that his face had returned to normal, and continued to look at the big screen, at this time in the second half, it had already opened eighteen minutes, and the two teams played very anxiously and conservatively, and the score was still 0-0.

"The French team committed a foul, and the referee gave a free kick from a distance of about 30 meters, which is a distance for Pirlo to hit the goal, and the French team's human wall was secretly moving forward, but the referee stopped it and fell back to the same place. ”

Han Fei's right hand gripped the beer glass tightly, his eyes widened, he even held his breath, and the lively barbecue stall was silent at this moment.

"Pirlo runs, gets up, the ball flies into the far corner like a cross, Ribery, Ribery blocks the ball at the far post!"

"Alas!" sighed from the crowd.

"Eh, back point, Grosso, Grosso hits the door!"

"The ball is in!! it is in, it is in!! it is Grosso, he has saved Italy again, he has saved the Azzurri!"

"Good ball!" Han Fei roared out these two words like a tiger with a wounded head, the beer glass in his hand swayed, and the beer was all spilled on Han Fei's clothes.

Hell and Heaven, all in an instant!

The people around him were happy or depressed, Han Fei couldn't control all this, his eyes were fixed on the screen, and he silently thought in his heart: Italy, you have to hold it!

The game continued, due to falling behind, the French team pressed all the way, and Italy held the defense through chain defense, and finally, there was that classic scene.

Materazzi and Zidane walked one after the other, and suddenly Zidane turned to face Materazzi and performed that trick that had been lost for many years - I pushed your lungs and pushed my head to Materazzi's chest, and Materazzi fell to the ground in response.

The referee decisively showed the red card, and Zidane said goodbye to football, leaving only a white No. 10 back.

Time passed minute by minute, the French team was completely unable to attack due to one less player, and finally, in the third minute of injury time, the referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, Italy, won the championship!

Han Fei's body was originally like a bow full of strings, and the whistle was like a pair of scissors cutting the bowstring, and at this moment, Han Fei collapsed softly on the back of the chair as if he had been drained of all his strength, and he didn't even have the strength to move his little thumb.

The race was truly thrilling, as the heart that had fallen deep into the Mariana Trench flew to the summit of Mount Everest.

Aftermath

Survived

Charmed life

Escape.

One idiom after another popped out of Han Fei's mind, Han Fei came back to his senses, touched his T-shirt, and his back was already wrung out of water.

Goldfinger was broken by God this time, is this a warning, and if you want to cheat with football in the future, you probably won't be able to.

That's it, it seems that I really have to be down-to-earth in the future, roll up my sleeves and work hard.