The doorbell rang urgently, Yan Jing got up from the sofa and walked over quickly to open the door, and Gotze, who was panting and sweating profusely at the door, smiled apologetically at him.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I encountered something on the road and delayed a little......"

Yan Jing sideways to make way for Götze to enter and exit the door, Götze changed his slippers and flicked his head in.

Yan Jing followed behind Gotze: "What happened? ”

Gotze didn't hide the idea of running into Strus, but just as he was about to tell him about it, Otria smiled and hugged him.

"Mario, you're here, Yan was worried about whether something happened to you just now. ”

Yan Jing nodded: "Yes, I think you are very likely to be abducted by human traffickers." ”

Ge Ce crossed his arms towards Yan Jing: "Boss, that's impossible!"

Yan Jing reached over and patted Gertze's head, he touched the other party's sweat that was soaked in warm sweat, and couldn't help but look at the person a few more times, touching the clothes on Gertze's back, which was completely soaked.

"Mario, do you want to take a shower? You're sweating so much, it's going to be uncomfortable to stick to your body. ”

Götze broke away from Otalia's arms, and the sweat-soaked clothes against his skin did cause him discomfort: "But I don't have any clothes to change. ”

There's really no clothes for a child Mario's age at home...... Yan Jing thought for a while: "If you don't mind, you can wear my clothes?" Although it may be a little big, it is no different from pajamas. ”

Gotze glanced at the time, it was almost eight o'clock, and if he didn't hurry up, the match between Italy and France would begin.

Götze nodded to Yan Jing, who was a frequent guest at Otria's house, and he knew the structure of the whole house very well, and ran in the direction of the bathroom.

I ran so fast, and I haven't even picked up my clothes. Yan Jing smiled and shook his head, went upstairs and went back to his bedroom to pick out a white T-shirt that was a small size for him.

The sound of water in the bathroom was sizzling, the water vapor was steaming and blurring the frosted glass door of the bathroom, and Yan Jing knocked lightly on the door: "Mario, I brought you the clothes." ”

The flesh-colored figure on the frosted door heard the imminent sound, and Ge Ting in the bath unscrewed the doorknob, his wet and still stained shampoo foam poked out, and a pair of bright eyes kept blinking at Yan Jing.

Yan Jing handed over the clothes: "Mario, what are you blinking?"

Gotze stretched out his arm to pick up the clothes, and the blink continued: "The shampoo foam is falling out of my eyes." ”

Yan Jing patted the other party's flushed face: "Go and wash it with water, I'll go back to the living room first." ”

Götze rubbed his eyes and whispered indistinctly, and quickly slipped back into the bathroom where the moisture was spreading.

The family is all fans, and at least there will be no disputes over whether to watch a football game or an eight-o'clock bubble drama at this point in time. The national anthems of the two countries were played on the field, and the Hercules Cup was placed in front of the players' tunnel, and every player passed by him without looking at it a few times.

At this time, Gotze ran out of the bathroom quickly, and after he finished the shower, he put on a strict T-shirt, the loose clothes just covered the base of his thighs, so that he didn't bother to put on his shorts again.

He stumbled into the living room and sat next to Yan Jing, opposite Auguste and Ulf were stuffing small bread into their mouths, and the two grandfathers and grandsons moved surprisingly consistently, even chewing with their left teeth.

In addition to the snacks on the table, there was also frozen Coke, and Yan Jingyu saw that Götze was casting a longing gaze towards the carbonated drink, so he touched the glass and poured a small glass for him: "It doesn't matter if you drink a little once in a while." ”

Usually, Ge Ce rarely drinks these drinks in order to control his weight, but since Yan Jingdu said that it didn't matter, he also gladly took it.

On the TV screen, the referee blew the whistle for the start of the game, and the people gathered in front of the TV immediately turned their eyes to the screen.

The final was not destined to be dull, and less than a minute into the opening period, French striker Thierry Henry collided with Cannavaro as he ran through the midfield. Henry told the team doctor that he was dizzy and appeared to have a neck injury.

With the camera on the French bench again, Trezeguet took off his jacket and began to warm up on the sidelines.

"What a pity it would have been for Henry to end up injured at this point. ”

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm, and after the treatment of the team doctor, Henry was back on the pitch two minutes later, which also calmed the hearts of Domenech and the French fans.

Then, a long French free-kick was crossed by a header from Thierry Henry near the left touchline, and Malouda turned on his left rib to cut into the box, where he calmly controlled his body to break through the bag between Cannavaro and Materazzi.

In front of him is his own gate, and the Italians will naturally not let Malouda go so lightly.

Italian defender Materazzi raised his left leg to stop Malouda, but he didn't expect Malouda to fall to the ground after a slight contact with him.

"Fell! Malouda fell in the Italian penalty area!"

The commentators from all over the country shouted excitedly as they saw Argentine referee Elizondo pointing his finger at the penalty spot after blowing his whistle!

Ahead of the 12-yard line was French superstar Zinedine Zinedine Zidane, who looked calm as world-class goalkeeper Gianluigi Buffon calmly fired a spoon-shot from his right foot into the spot-kick.

Buffon did not expect that the opponent would also choose a high-risk spoon penalty in such an important game, and could not catch the ball in the first place.

The ball bounced off the underside of the right-hand crossbar and into the goal line, at which point Buffon finally took the ball into his arms, but the ball had clearly crossed the line.

The referee signaled that the goal was valid, France 1-0 Italy!

Götze jumped up from the couch, the hem of his clothes rising with the airflow, and the white thighs were exposed to the air.

"Wow, spoon penalty! Zidane really dares to shoot!"

The little goalkeeper August snorted disdainfully: "I think I can save this ball!"

"Just you?" said Ulf unceremoniously sneering at his grandson, "if you could stand there without shaking your legs so visibly, I'd be satisfied." ”

Aultlia was clearly on August's side: "Of course we Auguste can save this kind of soft penalty, Ulf, you really don't have a vision. ”

Yan Jing glanced at the excited Gotze, and leisurely took charge of the science popularization work: "This is already Zidane's third goal in the World Cup final, and only three people in the world have done it except him." If I'm not mistaken, his penalty was also the first goal Italy have conceded in this tournament. “

The narrator, who had done a lot of preparation, gave a more precise number.

"Italian international Gianluigi Buffon's record of 460 consecutive minutes without conceding a goal was ended by this spoon penalty!

But it didn't take long for France to tie the lead. In the 19th minute, Italy won a penalty from the right, which was taken by Andrea Pirlo. Pirlo's curling ball landed accurately, and Materazzi, who had just been sent to France, jumped off to beat Vieira.

"Goooooooooal!!! Materazzi header from 6 meters in front of the goal, Butters can't save! Italy tied 1-1! Materazzi atonement!"

After the goal, the Inter centre-back raised his hands to the sky and celebrated with his teammates and fans.

Ulf did not forget to sarcastically mock August: "Then can you save this ball, our future goalkeeper?"

August and Aulteria rolled their eyes, ignoring their grandfather's childish provocations.

Neither team has been able to make a breakthrough since then, but injuries continue to linger – Perrotta was treated for a long time after Franck Ribery injured his left ankle.

"Chief, that ...... Hmm, the guy with the scar on his face is Franck Franck Ribery who is going to join us next season?"

"Yes. "The focus of this game is Thuram and Ribery, and so far, both of them have been doing well," said Frank Ribery, his full name. ”

It wasn't until 90 minutes passed that the referee blew the final whistle and the score on the big screen was still 1-1, which also meant that the two sides would go into 30 minutes of extra time.

The players of the two teams surrounded their own head coaches, and the high-intensity game made them physically tired, they replenished their water, listened to the coach's tactical arrangement, but their spirits were extremely high.

Yan Jing took out his mobile phone and took a look, it was about to be ten o'clock in the evening, and it was already past the usual time to go home. Now that the game is not over, it is impossible for me to ruin my interest at this time and not let people go back after watching the World Cup final.

It's too late to go back and there is no subway operation, and there will be a lot of drunk fans wandering the streets at this point in time, and it is a bit dangerous to go back alone. He also has to get up early tomorrow, and he can't be late for the first Catholic practice of summer training.

Let Gotze stay in his own house for the night.

Yan Jing flicked the back of Gotze's head, and Gotze turned his head sharply.

"Mario, sleep at my house tonight, it's not safe to go back too late. ”

Gotze rolled his eyes: "Then where do I sleep?"

Otria's house had three bedrooms, one of which had been vacant until Ulf and August moved in. However, when they moved in, it became a room for Otalia and Ulf, a room for Yan Jing, and a room for Auguste.

"Or ......," Otriaa joined the conversation, "you're squeezing with August?"

"This guy always kicks the quilt at night. Ulf leaned over and said earnestly, "You have to be careful if you sleep with him, you might be lying on the floor the next morning." ”

Is this a pro-grandfather?! August retorted indignantly: "You are talking nonsense! I don't!"

Gotze grinned, "It's okay! I'm sure I'm not going to get kicked!"