Forlan's broken kick caught Spain off guard, and Sweden's Svensson did not hesitate to receive the ball and ran with the ball. He knew it was a hard-earned opportunity they had been waiting for for a long time, and the Spaniards would certainly be on guard next time. In the face of Pique's defense, he made a forward gesture and knocked directly to his teammate Karlström on the flank, and Karlström received the ball directly with his right foot, and the ball was hoisted directly into the penalty area with a parabola. It was a beautiful through-ball from the air, and it was Zlatan Ibrahimovic who was about to hit the spot.

No one knows what Ibrahimovic was thinking at that moment, everyone knows that this is one of the few opportunities that he has fought for, and only by grasping it can he have a chance to turn the tables. With no defenders around him, he can adjust his position carefully, and even if he has Casillas in front of him, there are many ways for Ibrahimovic to score goals.

And he did prove that he had a variety of options, because he chose the hardest one. Ibrahimovic, who stopped the ball with his legs, did not shoot directly as everyone expected, and in the face of Casillas's defense on the right side of the near corner, Ibrahimovic completed a 180-degree spin with the football on the axis of the supporting leg, and the ball stopped firmly in his control, and he was able to easily complete a far corner push this time around Cassie's defensive area.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic! A brilliant shot that surprised everyone! In the face of Spain's seemingly strong and confident attack, Sweden's two big players in attack and defense spoke out one after another, they have not yet conceded defeat, and Spain will not be so easy to snatch the fruits of this victory from them. ”

After the goal, Ibrahimovic met his rushing teammates and took the football out of the goal behind Casillas and ran towards the midfield. He desperately raised his hand at the Swedish fan zone as he ran, signaling them to boil up, don't worry, this team hasn't given up yet. The fans roared in response to the captain's call, and although they may not have had any hopes of winning themselves before the game, the Spanish style of play was really infuriating. Now that they can still live standing, who would want to die on their knees?

When the game resumed, Bosque replaced midfielder Silva with Pedro, intending to switch to 3-4-3, and this change also caused Spain, who had been pressing heavily in the midfield during the attack, to have to tighten the line in order to prevent another situation where the back field was empty and broken. But as Ibrahimovic fired, Forlan, who had always seemed passive for the first 50 minutes of the Spanish game, changed tactics. Since the match against the Dutch team, it seems that he has been deflated on this rotten field, and Forlan has rarely made some dangerous defensive moves in these games, and many people have wondered if he can't control well on the South African court, but now they know that this is not the case. Maybe people just think it's too ugly to hang a bunch of small roads on their legs.

When Villa was brought to the ground like Torres did, the referee ran over to make sure Villa wasn't injured and gave Forlan a warning. The Spanish fans in the stands booed wildly, including Real Madrid fans, but when Forlan was at home, they could watch him get stuck on the referee's bottom line and walk on the edge of the rules every time, but when he became an opponent, they realized the disgusting nature of this style of play.

They believe better than anyone that Fran will not hurt their opponents, but it is one thing to believe, to be disrupted, to be disrupted, to be disrupted, to be robbed of the ball, again and again, and no one can bear it!

Not every ball he breaks down ends in the hands of a Swedish player, but he doesn't seem to care about that, and immediately after falling to the ground, he rolls over and chases down the next Spaniard with the ball. He no longer intentionally controlled his speed, and the long run of fifty or sixty minutes caused everyone to enter a burnout period, but there was an outlier on the court. This anomaly's running stats have been refreshed to 15,000, but his energetic appearance is still the same as before the opening, and even contrasts sharply with the lazy and lazy self outside the field.

The referee blew the whistle and finally showed a yellow card to Forlan, who raised his elbow at him, indicating that it was a foul defensive gesture. Forlan didn't argue, he recognized the yellow card, he stretched out his hand to Xavi, who had not yet gotten up, knowing that he was actually in the exhaustion period, Xavi raised his hand to support him, "You have already hung a yellow card, and one more you will be out of the game, without your Swedish team 10 against 11, anyone knows what the ending will be." But don't be afraid, you only have a few dozen minutes left on your World Cup journey anyway. ”

I don't know if it was Xavi who knew what he said to Torres that made him breathless and say such a long list of trash words. The referee hadn't gone far, seeing these two people standing in place and saying that there was some kind of dispute, and walked back to pull away, who knew that Fran even smiled at the referee soothingly, without the slightest consciousness of being sprayed with trash talk, "I won't be afraid, why am I afraid? You are the champion team, what about us? What's more, if I can't prevent it, there will be no next game, there will be no next game, why should I worry about whether there will be another yellow card?"

"Let's come openly, don't play any tricks. Xavi is also afraid that Forlan will not be able to retract and scrap Villa or Torres's World Cup trip. Fran pursed his lips and pushed back the words as they were, "Let's come openly, don't play any tricks." He raised his hand and waved at Harvey to leave, then turned back and smiled at Harvey as if he remembered something, "Or if you're not ready to cut off a piece of meat, don't think about making cards on purpose." Harvey's face darkened.

As Forlan said, a yellow card did not exchange for his deliberate restraint in defense, but perhaps to show the referee, his small movements in the upper limbs did reduce a lot. The clock gradually passed, and the score remained at 1:1 for about 80 minutes because both sides did not grasp the opportunity to score. With the 90 minutes coming to an end, what should have been the final period of attack caught up with the unanimous fatigue of the crowd, the pace of the game was stretched too fast, and there were too many useless runs, so that when Andres Iniesta suffered cramps, Bosque finally realized that it was really just a lose-lose game for both sides, and he made a wrong choice.

Bosque hesitated and finally used up his third substitution, with Alonso and Silva before replacing Andres Iniesta with Cesc Fabregas. Three of his five starting midfielders have been replaced, and while they are still star-studded, their control has been greatly reduced. And it seems that the game is likely to be pulled into overtime, which is already a double competition of physical fitness and perseverance. Spain in the second half is a greatly reduced running distance compared to the first half, the farthest running on the field should have been the midfielder, the Spanish team except for the substitution, the midfield has generally reached 11,000 to 14,000. Such a crazy statistic has become a reason why Bosque can't lose, and even dragged into a penalty shootout.

The only thing that is fortunate is that Fran, who has already run more than 17,000 in a single race, is finally not so easy, and he begins to breathe unsteadily, gasping constantly. Sweat slid down his flushed cheeks, and you could see that his steps were not as light as they had been before, and he didn't look like Cesc Fabregas had just come on the pitch.

The referee looked at every player on the pitch who seemed to be barely running with his legs in tow, and he didn't have much energy himself, and he went into the next extra time with a symbolic two minutes of stoppage time. Fans on both sides felt sorry for the tired stars in their respective lineups, and this game was particularly difficult from the perspective of the scene and various statistics.

Fran stopped at the moment when the referee blew the whistle, as if he had suddenly left the space where he was fully engrossed, and exhaustion came to his face. Swedish international Isaksson held Fran's back, and at that moment Fran almost leaned on him, and he hurriedly stepped forward to refuse this kindness, he must not let go now.

On the sidelines, the crowd stood around Ragbeck and listened to the tactics, Fran sipping a straw with a sports drink in his hand, letting the water and salt run down his throat. He seemed to be listening carefully, but in fact, his attention was uncontrollably divergent, and after standing for a minute, he felt that his legs were as heavy as lead, and he could not stand at all, so he could only keep walking around, and Lagbeck was dizzy, but he could not stop him. These people knew that he was worried that he would not be able to take a step once he stopped. At this moment, he was more like he was fighting with his willpower than his physical strength.

The assistant coach finally dragged him to measure his heart rate, and the heart rate was 207, which is the peak data after extreme sports, and it did not exceed the range value after extreme sports, but it had to be paid attention to. The accompanying team doctor began to massage his muscles, and kept asking him, "Do you have a headache?, is your hearing okay?" Fran felt sweet in his mouth, and the rest didn't feel anything special for a while, "Toothache..."The team doctor choked and glanced up at his serious face, "I can only endure it...", "Then what if I have a headache?" You have to endure it. ”

"Then what are you asking me to do?" The team doctor saw that he was still in good spirits, and knew that it was okay, and began to rub his hamstrings vigorously in his hands, in exchange for Fran's grinning teeth, he could only divert his attention from looking at the assistant coach, "Skoman, I remember that you were also a defender before you retired." ”

The assistant coach named 'Skoman' nodded, "But not as good as you." Fran smiled and was not reserved, "Then you should be able to understand the difficulty of being a defender." Skoman didn't immediately understand what he meant, but he knew that he didn't need to say anything about his feelings.

"You know, it's not easy to be a defender. Defending 100 times in a game, 99 times successful, and as long as 1 defeat, it is a failure. He said this, but his tone was not very aggrieved, "So when he has already failed once, don't force him easily." Because for a striker, there is no end to scoring goals, but for a defender, as long as one goal is behind, then no matter how bad it is, it is not far behind. ”

Skoman smiled, "But those damn midfielders just don't understand that. Forlan patted Scoman on the shoulder and agreed, "yes, but those damn midfielders just don't understand that." ”

The game restarted and it was clear that the short break was not enough for the twenty men on the field, except for the goalkeeper, to recover. The most obvious change is that Spain, who are good at passing, have made mistakes in passing again and again because they are not good at grasping the strength, which has led them to abandon their initial style of play and switch to basic passing advancement.

Everyone's pace is slowing down, and such a crazy and unsparing style of play should not be the way to be in the quarter-finals of the World Cup, because the winner will inevitably face physical exhaustion next. However, everyone knows that because of the exaggerated running statistics, because of Spain's brilliant passing skills, because of Sweden's defensive strategy that exceeded expectations, whoever wins this game will be on the roster.

The players are pushing to support themselves, trying to make their runs as efficient as possible, using passing combinations to reduce useless runs. Standing in place and taking a breath of relief, he immediately ran forward, and the cramped ones went to the sidelines to temporarily survive a wave and immediately returned to their positions, and the two teams looked even more miserable just by looking at Spain. At least Sweden's forward line, which ran below the whole team in the first half, became more and more courageous, while Spain's Villa and Torres managed to survive the vigilance of being threatened by the opposition defenders and fell into physical exhaustion.

Puyol put his hands on his knees and panted as Ramos disrupted the opposition striker's attack off the touchline, and the moment of relaxation made him feel a churning in his stomach, and he could only cover his mouth and walk a few quick steps, but before he could get out of the touchline, he vomited uncontrollably.

There was a phenomenon of players vomiting due to loss of strength in the stadium, and the referee quickly blew the whistle to suspend the game. Spain no longer had any substitutions, so he could only signal Puyol to return to his position after taking a break on the sidelines after making sure that Puyol had no other problems. Puyol took the water brought by his teammates on the bench and rinsed his mouth, shook off his half-long hair and went straight back to the field.

Looking at Ramos and Pique, who are still holding on, the 32-year-old Puyol suddenly feels that in addition to physical fatigue, what almost crushes him is that he has not realized for a moment that he has been in a downward stage of his career on this green field.

And his opponent, who is already breaking the farthest record in an international competition, is at the peak of his competitive career. The guy ran steadily step by step, he seemed to be desireless, carefree, carefree, and fearless.

When Puyol was faced with the emotion of life, everyone had already turned their eyes to the Swedish team's penalty area, where it was Pedro, who was still physically strong and had passed from the substitute. He smashed past the defenders in front of him and fired a blast at Isaksson's handle. The ball bounced back into the box after being blocked by the crossbar, and everyone ran towards the same goal without an image, only to find Fran out of nowhere to win a brief victory.

"It's the second half of extra time and if the players on both sides still can't open the game, it's still unknown to go into the penalty shootout. Let's take a look at Sweden's attack this time, Forlan holds the ball, he puts the ball, no... He ran frantically to the midfield!"

Yes, crazy. The man in the camera went from starting to running, leaving behind his teammates and opponents, and it seemed that he had finally unloaded all his baggage and did not have to be constrained by tactics. He ran frantically, past his teammates who were waiting to pick him up, ran past Cesc Fabregas, who reacted and wanted to get back, and ran straight to the front. Behind him, Villa and Torres kept moving away from him, and Pedro only realised what he was trying to do when he didn't pass the ball in midfield.

He's known to have the same great start speed as a striker, and he's known to be a man of steel. But few people know what it would be like when his speed and fitness were combined.

At this moment, it was as if the whole audience slowed down and waited for him to show off his speed and laugh at the clumsiness of the Spaniard.

"No one could have predicted that in the 110th minute of the game, this statistically exaggerated, awe-inspiring defender would be able to run at such speed. Ramos and Pique have not yet returned, but there is no gap in front of him, and Puyol is still standing. ”

When people talk about Fran, you can certainly give him a thumbs up as a defender and defend and defend and defend and defend. Other than that, I can probably think of only one 'spoon' penalty that can be seen as a joke, and two own goals that have scored a total of two goals in Casillas' goal so far.

The choice he made against Puyol's defence was not a surprise, as he kicked the ball straight to Ibrahimovic, who was responding. And in the two-to-one situation, even Puyol can only look at the sky and sigh.

But what is surprising is that even Forlan seems to have the intention of slowing down, Ibrahimovic chooses to pass the football back when he can face Casillas again.

Forlan was stunned for a moment, the moment he took the ball, he understood what Ibrahimovic meant, and his heart was very complicated, but he rushed directly to the Spanish penalty area.

This time, his opponent is Casillas.

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- The future, what should the future look like?

– I just play for Real Madrid, I don't have any ambitions for the national team.

- What about the annual salary, what about the victory, what about the fans, what about the champion?

- Those things don't really matter to me... I know it's hard to be innocent, so I'm willing to play until the day I leave Real Madrid.

But faith is a very illusory thing, you can't judge its right or wrong, you can't measure its value, you can't even prove its existence to others.

But it's just there, when it's denied, even if you're still joking as usual, even if you tell yourself you can even put it aside for a while. There is also a voice in your heart that says to you:

Hey, give them some color and don't make them look down on you so much!

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"Is this a joke? I remember all the Real Madrid players having a joke that it was Forlan's poor shooting quality that made him a defender who didn't like to cut forward and only defended. However, Ibrahimovic's pause tells us that he is not going to make any follow-up attempts, and that he trusts his vice-captain to win this one-on-one, even if one of them is one of the best goalkeepers in football and the other is at the bottom of the team. ”

Fran even had the leisure to discern Casillas's mood at the moment by looking at his face, which was a truly magical experience to see his friend. Is he also surprised, does he also think that he can't score, just as he also thinks that Sweden will never be able to beat Spain, so Spain can choose to win however they want?

He was getting closer and closer to Casillas, and that distance made his shots from the angle of his shot under Cassie's defence smaller and smaller, and there were already Swedish fans covering their eyes and not being able to bear to look at the next picture. Cassie barely managed to adjust his mentality, and he made a decision to attack, so that no matter how harsh the angle he chose, he would have the confidence to block out. Moreover, no one knows better than him that this guy can't shoot despite his great footwork.

But the two men were getting closer and closer, and the shot that Cassie was desperately waiting for still didn't come. Just when Cassie thought he was going to kick the kick directly into his arms, Fran moved, but instead of shooting with his feet, he pulled the ball flat to his side, and gave a kickback at the right time before he got out of control. He pretended to shoot with his right foot, and although Cassie thought the timing was strange, he thought that Forlan had no other choice and crouched down to block, but Forlan stepped directly in front of the football and pushed it away with his left foot in the opposite direction. This movement is so fluid and so understated that even the narrator's first words are, "Fran's footwork is good!" instead...

“... He's—he's not here to shoot! he's here to shake off Casillas!"

Yes, he doesn't know how to shoot, and he's less sure of his own shot than anyone else. So, when he met Casillas' desperate gaze as he turned around, he steadily brought the football directly into the Spanish goal, and he was greeted by a large silence on the field.

For a moment, Fran wondered if he had made a joke by fouling himself, and he turned around to look at Eevee, who seemed to be stunned not far away, and that innocent and confused look made him not look like a hunter who had just hunted a tiger, but a fat sheep who had accidentally sent himself under the butcher's knife.

Ibrahimovic grinned slowly, little by little, under his gaze, jogging over and hugging Fran in his arms, followed by a bunch of his teammates from the national team who were running over with teeth and claws.

"I'm so grateful to Lagerbeck for bringing you into the Swedish team back then," Ibrahimovic hugged hard, knowing that he was not holding fragile glass to worry about, but steel, which had been tempered and polished, and the Swede's eyes sparkled in the camera, "My Mr. Defender, it's great that you're by my side." ”

"I'm very happy that I chose Sweden. ”

"What did you say?"

"I'm very happy that I chose Sweden, my striker!"

The hysterical shouts of the Swedish fans in the stadium poured into Fran's ears, and perhaps the "goooooooaaaaalllllll" that he never thought would belong to him!"

I only felt that Fran, who had been dizzy and swollen after running at high speed, hugged Fran back, and he didn't dislike this sweaty guy, after all, he himself was no better, but muttered in a low voice, "I can't run anymore, you celebrate a little longer, so let me wander back to the backfield." ”

He felt that all the strength he had accumulated just now seemed to be gone.

But the facts showed that he was thinking too much, because after this exaggerated long-distance run, half of the Spaniards had already resigned themselves to their fate. And the score was also fixed at 2-1.

"That's an exaggeration. Mendes, who was sitting in the neutral zone, looked at the Swedes who were crying with joy, and he couldn't say anything other than this exclamation, he understood that these people were not only crying because of the promotion, but also venting the difficulties of the national team. Mendes joined the crowd of neutral fans who were watching to applaud the team and the player.

'He's not going to play like that every game, it's going to be a hard classic for him to replicate. "Mourinho was angry and funny, but it all felt like fate.

"What do you mean?" Mendez asked jokingly, flipping through his phone to get his assistant to tell him about Francisco Álvarez's running stats for the game, "Seriously Jose, how likely do you think I will sign this kid from Carvajal?"

Mourinho ignored his whims, and just replied 'what does it mean', and it was more like an explanation than an explanation for his feelings, "Bosque's Spanish team wants to create a classic Spanish game, and such a classic must be embodied by a strong defensive opponent. — but in the end, he will find that all of this is actually paving the way for the godhood of others. ”

"And what the hell were you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, how can I get that kid to practice shooting and scoring goals next season!"

The author has something to say:..... Ahh

Even the synopsis is, what I originally prepared was "no desire, no worries, no worries, no fears"....

As a result, Mr. Forward broke my literary heart in minutes, and my sense of presence rose rapidly.

Fortunately, the World Cup is over, and I have to say goodbye to Mr. Striker for the time being! Otherwise, I will not be able to strengthen my determination to have no cp!

Honestly... I think I'm very nice to Fran, especially my mother, right? 166 Reading Network