The 1-1 draw didn't change until half-time, and Forlan looked at Xavi in the right eye, staring at him for three seconds before staggering his eyes. This article is written by: Starting

When he hooked Ibrahimovic into the locker room, the first thing he said was, "Big news, that kid from Xavi is going to do something with me again in the second half!"

"Huh?" Ibrahimovic was a little confused, and he saw Forlan say as he took off his wet jersey, "It seems to be his own temporary idea..." ”

I really want to know, isn't it Xavi's obsession to make him a red card? He hasn't succeeded once in so many years, but why does he have this idea every game!

Seeing Forlan go to change his jersey, Ibrahimovic glanced at his own jersey, which was much cleaner than Forlan's, and felt that he couldn't let the vice-captain work alone. It took Forlan half a day to break away from his hatred for Xavi and turn his head to look at Ibrahimovic, "Let's discuss corner kick tactics?"

"Discuss corner kick tactics?" Ibrahimovic's dislike was simply undisguised, "What, you send me a corner kick? Aren't you afraid of being quickly counterattacked by Spain?" Forlan shook his head seriously, "No, no, no, you should send me a corner kick..."

Eevee's eyes widened instantly, as if to say if you mean it or not. In his own team, there are people who stinky and shameless want to grab the ball with him! He clearly wrote on his face, "None of you are allowed to grab my ball", Fran looked at him silently for a long time, and grinned with a smirk, "Then let's talk about it then." "What else can you do when the time comes to push you straight to the corner?

In the second half, the two sides changed places, and sure enough, as Forlan thought, Spain changed the strategy of breaking into the wing in the first half and attacked the middle of the whole line. Seeing them come in from time to time with a long-range shot, constantly hovering at the edge of the penalty area, Forlan was not just guessing about Xavi's intentions, but fully understood.

However, despite the yellow card, Forlan was unrestrained in defence, and Bosque on the sidelines thought it was to be expected, whispering to the assistant coach for him to let Pedro on the bench do the warm-up. After the preparation was completed, the sidelines brought up No.7 Pedro to replace Silva

of the brand. Obviously, the offensive is going to be strengthened.

Time was rolling forward little by little, and the Swedish team was crushed in their own half and the situation was critical, but the Spanish fans watched with joy as the game played for more than 20 minutes in the second half without waiting for a goal. Forlan caught a glimpse of the Spanish side, and Torres also began to warm up on the sidelines, knowing that if Spain replaced another striker, it was even less likely to take time to attack. After Sweden won the ball in midfield, he escorted his teammates to advance with the ball.

"Bosque's substitutions on the sidelines to strengthen the attack finally made Forlan a little anxious. The commentators commented, in their opinion, didn't Forlan open the Swedish backline to Spain?

Fran didn't know the danger of this, but things in the world have always been rich and dangerous, and there is never a foolproof reason. Ibrahimovic, who had the ball, lowered his head and rushed forward, remembering Forlan's words at halftime, and now it seemed that he could only be serious, shaking his head and sighing in his heart for the stubbornness of his own vice.

He also always said that Zlatan couldn't listen to people's persuasion, could he have listened to it himself?

Ramos shook his head and sighed inexplicably with the ball in front of him, seeing that Arbeloa was defending in the middle, Ibrahimovic didn't seem to have any intention of breaking through the middle, and was only given a corner kick by the referee in the end.

Ibrahimovic looked in Forlan's direction from afar, and without waiting for the guy to push himself into the teeing area, he took the initiative to go there as if he was fatal, and he didn't see the attitude of 'I am not allowed to grab any of you' at halftime. Seeing Fran and the others in the penalty area as if they were about to scramble for a header, Ibrahimovic fiddled with the football and put it at his feet, but aimed at the position near the top of the arc of the penalty area.

"Let's take a look at Sweden's corner kick, Ibrahimovic serves, I wonder if he intends to score a direct corner kick... Hahaha just kidding, Ibrahimovic kicked the ball up, alas, the position of this foot ball is not very ideal..."

The commentator's not very ideal serve flew towards the outside of the penalty area, but Ramos noticed that Forlan, who was still huddled with him and was about to head the ball, was gone, and the alarm bell sounded in his head, and he shouted, "Look at Fran!" Hearing his words, Pique, who had a height advantage, looked around and saw Fran's pupils shrinking when he saw Fran, who had successfully unloaded the ball near the penalty area.

It was a long moment, long enough for him to remember in the club, and it was so short that he could not even run to stop it before he could see the football being critted out of his control.

Because of Ibrahimovic's service position, everyone in the penalty area scattered invariably, leaving a lot of space for Forlan to shoot. Football flies to the goal at high speed, and this kind of thing has been what he is best at in the past few years. Casillas took a step late and leapt high to the top left, stretching out his arms to try to block, but the ball was still swept across his fingertips and into the back of the net. Casillas could only see Fran's face, sweat rolling down his hair, and that sudden smile.

There was a moment of silence in the stadium, followed by frantic cheers from the Swedish fans, and the players on the pitch pounced on Forlan one by one, and he held on a few men before being crushed to the ground.

In the stands, the leader of the fan group shouted from a loudspeaker, "The score on the field is-" "2-1!"

"The goal was—" "Francisco Alvarez!"

People shouted the man's name, triumphant and arrogant. The opponent is the Spanish team, and their own vice-captain is almost a miracle given to the Swedish team with both hands.

With less than 20 minutes remaining, Bosque opted to bring Fernando Torres off in place of Andres Iniesta on the sidelines, with Spain pressing for a restart. Forlan returned to the box, with Isakson and him cheering each other on. Everyone knows what kind of storm will come next, but what Forlan needs to do is defend.

Francisco Alvarez, he's just a defender, and defense has always been what he's best at.

Pedro and Torres, who are full of energy, have created a lot of killing chances, and they all hope to make a difference when they come on as substitutes, but they are all intercepted by the indefatigable guy; Alonso has once again shown his long-range shooting skills, and Forlan can still think bitterly when his body blocks Xavi He looks tired, and the intensity has dropped a lot compared to the first half...

A sign was held up on the sidelines for three minutes of stoppage time, and all the unattainable dreams looked like they were about to come true.

"3!" Isakson struggled to pick up a powerful shot in his arms.

"2!" Melberg, who intercepted the ball, did not want to stop and continued to rush towards the Spanish half.

"1!" Busquets, who snatched the ball back, had a blank mind, and all he knew was running, running into the Swedish penalty area and scoring the ball into the goal.

However, in the end, when the final whistle blew, the score of Euro 2012 was finally fixed on Sweden's 2-1 Spain.

Kicking the final soccer ball high into the air, Franhaha laughed and collapsed on the pitch. The index finger of his raised fist pointed to the sky, and the night was indescribably beautiful from this moment. Ibrahimovic ran over at great speed, watching the guy lying on the lawn weigh directly on top of him.

Fran laughed unsteadily at the weight of Eevee, but he still laughed intermittently. Eevee repeated in his ear exaggeratedly, 'Champion!' as Fran put his arm around his head, only to feel water run through his neck.

"Don't tell me you're crying. Fran's voice was a little hoarse after the strenuous exercise, but it didn't stop him from teasing himself, Mr. Captain. If he chose Sweden just to give himself a chance, what he's really excited about now is that he won the unprecedented European Championship for Sweden. Eevee buried himself in the shoulder and snorted, the laughter causing his ribcage to vibrate, and Fran's hand tickled and began to touch Ibu's pigtail at the back of his head.

The Swedish players gathered around to celebrate, and they wanted to call the captain and vice captain over, but they found that the two of them were lying on the ground and flashing, so they had to give up. Fran and Ibrahimovic got up together and watched their teammates gather around the fan stands, and the two ran frantically to the fan stands, without any words, and at the same time slid to their knees and rushed to the field. Excited fans were eager to roll over and celebrate with the team, while teammates invariably surrounded the two men in the middle.

The two people who stood up, Ibrahimovic, were still eye-catching in the encirclement, and Fran's height was the average height of the Swedish team, and he was half covered in the crowd. Ibrahimovic saw the reporters outside taking pictures of his team, looked down at his own finalist, and after thinking about it, he simply turned around and lifted Fran up.

Under a flash of light, Fran, who instantly became the tallest player in the Swedish team, felt even more embarrassed.

After interacting with the fans, the winning teammates went to the family seats to find their girlfriends and children. When Fran got there, he saw his mother and sister sitting there watching a group of children laughing, "What about my dad?" and "Your brother-in-law took your dad and your nephew to the Spanish fan zone." ”

Fran shrugged helplessly, and had nothing to say about old Mr. Al's obsession, and waved at the two ladies in the house to signal him to go back to the locker room, anyway, in their eyes, his champion player was not as important as the group of little people who couldn't run.

When I returned to the locker room, a few young teammates were holding their mobile phones all over the world looking for people to take selfies, Fran's appearance immediately attracted them, and Fran, who was naked and upper, laughed and did not refuse, but said that you will have to take a photo again when the trophy is brought in later.

When the organizers set everything up for the scene, the Swedish team was notified that they were ready to present the awards. Prior to this, even though Sweden was considered a potential to win the title, most of the players in the team did not dare to imagine the title themselves. But now it's all come true, and they're bound to be recorded in the history of football in Sweden and all of Europe, and everything is extremely cute.

The Spanish team's European Championship silver medal was awarded first, and all the players looked extremely disappointed, and no one was willing to pass by the championship in the final. Sweden won in the opposite order, with Forlan at the front of the pack on the podium and Ibrahimovic on the finale.

When the Delaunay Cup was lifted high by Ibrahimovic, the whole stadium was shrouded in a layer of fantasy with streamers flying in the sky and fireworks instantly lit up over the stadium. The reporters signaled to take a group photo of the championship team, Fran, who was standing next to Ibrahimovic, raised his hand to support the bottom of the European Cup, Ibrahimovic felt that the weight of the trophy was light, and he saw that the guy next to him had shining, and he was smiling at himself slightly, maybe he didn't know it himself, maybe he didn't even realize it at this moment, and the honey-colored eyes were only full of the figure of a person holding the trophy in celebration.

"We are champions. Eevee whispered, and Fran didn't hear him in the commotion, and shouted at Eevee, "What did you say?"

"We're champions!" Eevee repeated to Fran as he held the championship trophy, and Fran grinned and continued to touch Eevee's washed-like pigtails that had been tied back at the back of his head, "yes, we are—"

Looking at the guy holding the trophy next to him, he leaned down slightly, his eyebrows were still so unruly that no one could conquer, but everything was neutralized by the joy on his face. The rest of Fran's word 'champion' was suddenly put to his lips, and he stared at Mr. Captain, who was looking directly at him with a clear smile in his eyes, and felt the kiss deepen, but everything seemed very natural.

Zlatan Ibrahimovic + Francisco Alvarez, this is the most beautiful epitome of this generation of Swedish team.

The author has something to say: after writing it, he finds that he seems to have to repeat it again ...

Well, it's a kiss of friendship, a kiss of friendship

[Mom.'s writing is more touching than the pair next door, who believes it! ]

Your Mr. Ibrahimovic is not far from being disconnected.

G14, who retired after Ibrahimovic dropped, will play

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