The June race was in full swing and spread all the way to July.

During the month, the table of the Spanish team was an eye-opener for everyone. The Spanish team has always been known as the king of the qualifiers and the king of the group stage, but this name can only shine in the qualifiers and group stages. All the attention accumulated in the early stage can only be admired in the later stage.

This year, the Spanish team led by Casillas, Oleg and Carlos broke the deadlock and went straight to the finals!

The entire Iberian Peninsula was boiling.

The capital Madrid and Barcelona, as well as the central squares of major cities, have set up giant LED displays, streamers and national flags fluttering on every street, the most heard sound is the blessing of the final, and cold beer has become the best drink for the crowd sitting around the square to watch the game.

The long-awaited 11th of July has arrived, and the scorching heat has turned Johannesburg into a giant furnace, and more and more fans are flocking to South Africa's largest city, once famous for its industrial minerals, and today, it is attracting the attention of the masses as the host of the World Cup final.

The golden sun shone down on Johannesburg, and fans were crowded early outside the Soccer City stadium.

The ochre-red and yellow façade echoes the surrounding gold mountain, which houses South Africa's largest stadium with a capacity of nearly 100,000 people, and today it has many temporary seats to meet the needs of fans.

Imagine 100,000 people cheering for their beloved team during the game.

In the afternoon, fans dressed in all kinds of costumes and different skin tones began to enter, and the blazing sun did not dampen their feelings, on the contrary, they did not forget to shout the names of the teams and players they supported when they entered the stadium.

The large ochre red at the bottom of the stadium symbolizes the rising flames, and the lights extend the flames all the way out as the night is dark, and the beams of light from the skylight make the stadium look like a "huge flame" from afar, which is exactly what South Africa is all about.

In the tunnel of the players, Spain and the Netherlands stood separately, Spain wore a red long-sleeved shirt, and the Netherlands wore orange, each player led a boy or girl wearing a yellow long-sleeved jacket, and the referee of the game was the leader of the team, and in order to distinguish, the referee wore a blue short-sleeved shirt. Behind the mat are the staff and journalists.

Carlos walked in the middle of the line, he was holding a little boy with long blond hair, yes, little boy, at the beginning, Carlos mistook him for a girl.

"Long hair is my personality, and fists will tell you and my gender." The little boy said coolly, and flashed his little paws.

Don't blame Carlos for being clumsy, this boy has delicate facial features, and because of his young age, the feeling of being indistinguishable between male and female is really catchy, Carlos also compared his fist and said: "Mine is bigger than you." ”

"What's this, wait for twenty years, you'll be old." The boy pouted, "But I heard that you are very powerful now, but don't be proud, don't age too fast, you have to wait for me to defeat you." ”

Carlos frowned and said with some puzzlement: "Why did you come to defeat me?" ”

The boy's face turned red, he lowered his head and became a little embarrassed, and his toes kept scratching the ground, and after a while, he said in a milky voice: "Because they say you are better looking than me." ”

Carlos blushed at this point.

The players from both teams, who were listening from the sidelines, burst into laughter and turned to look at Carlos and the boy's faces for comparison.

At this time, the referee turned around and signaled, Carlos pulled the long-haired boy to stand, and the entrance ceremony began immediately.

At the front of the team, the local selected black boys and girls raised the flags of FIFA and South Africa, the white FIFA (FIFA abbreviation) on the blue background is quite eye-catching, followed by the temperament of South Africa, the main entrance of the players' tunnel is placed on the post of the special ball for this competition, when the flag is raised high, across the sky over the football, the warm concerto resounded through the football city stadium.

The referee takes the football off the post, and this image has become one of the most iconic images of this World Cup.

The shouts of the audience gathered together, and the security guards waited solemnly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are now broadcasting the World Cup Finals in South Africa live, and we have the President of South Africa, Mr. Zuma, and the President of FIFA, Mr. Seppett." Before the national anthem was played, the captains of both sides introduced their team members to the two officials.

The impact of the World Cup is huge, many dignitaries are watching the games, and the Prince and Princess of Spain and the prime minister of the government are seated in the VIP seats.

"Long time no see." Football Confederation President Sepp Blatter said as he shook hands with Carlos.

Carlos nodded and said, "Hello." ”

"Is your girlfriend there?" Blatter has been following Carlos since he won the Champions League for the first time, and he has had a profound impact on this somewhat unique boy.

Carlos smiled shyly at this time: "Yes." ”

Blatter patted him on the shoulder, then nodded, shaking hands with the next player.

The Hercules Cup was placed in the center of the two national flags, a white line pointed directly to the golden trophy, and when the national anthem was played, everyone's expressions became solemn and solemn, not only the players, but also the audience at the scene couldn't help but redden.

This game not only determines the glory of national football, but also demonstrates the international strength of a country.

And the symbol of the championship is far away from them.

And this distance will take ten, twenty, or even fifty years to reach.

As the captain of the Spanish team, he has played more than 100 games for the national team, and it can be said that he personally measured the size of the honor of Spanish national football with the ball of his foot.

He led the team to the European Championship and today he will give it his all.

He glanced in Carlos's direction, and the little golden retriever just sensed it, nodding silently at him.

After this successive games, it is inevitable that I will be irritable.

The psychiatrist in the team will intercede for them every day.

Carlos sometimes wonders, why is he fighting for this country? His parents died in a car accident at home, he was wronged in an orphanage, he didn't even have enough to eat or wear, and he was criticized by many people.

Such a country, why should he pay for it?

There is no reason.

When the national anthem was played, that spontaneous sense of satisfaction and awe let him know that he was from Spain and that he was going to work hard for all the expectant eyes.

There are people who don't love him, and there are people who love him very much.

It was this land that gave him life and gave him the most obligatory education, so that he was fortunate to have his own girl and his own home.

The players on both sides began to give a high-five, and the caddie withdrew from the field.

The long-haired boy craned his neck and said quickly, "You have a good game, come on." ”

Carlos smiled and watched him walk away.

The referee tosses the coin into the air under the watchful eye of the captains of both teams, and in this way it is simple but fair to decide which side of the game will be.

The two people standing here are both cadres of the national team. It was the 111th match for Spain captain Casillas, who is also a member of the club for 100 games, and today is his farewell performance.

When you take off your coat, Spain has a dark blue jersey and the Netherlands has an orange jersey, which is quite easy to tell.

The players on both sides stood in formation according to the pre-arranged layout, and Bosque stood on the stage with his big belly and his eyes solemn.

Carlos made his celebrations.

It's been a long time since he's done that before the opening, which means he's confident.

When the camera showed this picture, there was a shaking shout among the Spanish fans.

Regardless of whether Carlos is confident enough or not, his move like this has already given fans a huge psychological hint.

Bosque touched his belly and pulled the corners of his mouth, and quickly fell silent.

Su Qingjia's heart was also boiled by him, she stood here, she couldn't do anything except cheer for him, but her belief was the best support for him.

The Dutch team got the serve, the whistle sounded, and the ball served in the center circle.

The scorer pushes the ball to his teammates behind with a long-range shot, the Dutch team has always been the uncrowned king of Europe, advocating gorgeous offensive football, and rushing directly to the Spanish penalty area without half a point of mud and water, while Spain drags the back line and the medium and long line to defend, compressing the space in the danger zone, and avoiding the penetration of the defense line by the Dutch through the defense as much as possible.

The Dutch attack was thwarted.

In the first minute of the game, the Dutch striker unfortunately fired the ball off the touchline. It was up to Spain to take the ball.

The Spanish midfielder played the ball to Oleg, who was so powerful that he was strong at collisions, and after swaying the Dutch defender across the box, he continued to flick the ball wide of the net. He "wandered" around the Dutch penalty area as if it were his own back garden, and fired a long-range shot.

This is his housekeeping skill, and he is good at long-range shooting.

The ball flew towards the Dutch goal with a powerful spin, arcing through it like an "S".

In the end, however, the ball hit the crossbar.

Oleg scolded his mother in his heart, but he still didn't change his true colors and ran towards the middle and back.

Oleg's style of play was fierce and treacherous, and Holland sighed, feeling like he was in the aftermath of the disaster.

But the Netherlands were not easy to mess with, and soon, in the seventh minute, the Dutch pulled one back and broke the back line.

The midfielder fired in front of the penalty area, Casillas made a precise save, and the striker waiting on the touchline fired in again.

But the ball missed the net and hit the left post.

The Spanish defenders looked at each other, then clenched their fists and switched positions to the back line.

The fierce collision of this match can be called the most of the 64 matches in the World Cup.

For the next 20 minutes, both sides implemented different strategies to push the ball forward.

The Dutch No.9 began his solo attack after receiving a pass on the left side of midfield.

He is adept at using the rhythm of the ball to control the change of direction, and in this way, he accelerates from the left to break through the Spanish defence, and when he turns into the middle of the box, he compresses the space and angles.

Instead of opting to pass the ball to his teammates again, the number 9 was ready to shoot himself.

He pulled the ball back and fired a shot at goal.

It's on the right.

Casillas spun and jumped quickly.

And in the next second, San Cassie's back was cold......