Chapter 360

In fact, Juan's heart is not as confident as it seems at this moment.

Especially when you see the group of people in the Netherlands on the other side.

At this moment, everyone is a little angry because of the yellow card just now, especially on the Dutch side, half of the first half has passed, and they haven't gained anything, which is not a good sign for the Netherlands.

Of course, it's the same for Portugal – they have all scored at least one goal in the group stage at this time.

"Both Portugal and the Netherlands seem to be a little impatient at the moment, and the players on both sides seem to be a little confused after the clash just now, and their feet are moving bigger...... Robben is put down! Costinha takes Robben to the ground while defending him! Let's see the replay on the big screen, whether it was the ball that Costina touched first, or the one who touched it first! ”

Quite a few Dutch fans stood up, staring anxiously in the direction of Robben. At this moment, Robben was lying on the ground, holding his feet with his hands and looking very painful, and Costinha was obviously a little angry, but he forced himself to explain to the referee - he knew that he had to calm down at this time, otherwise he would easily be caught by the referee and hurt his feet, and a yellow card was indispensable.

The Portuguese and Dutch players crowded over to defend their players, and while they defended, they had to wait for the opposite person, obviously the new and old hatreds were added together, and the players on both sides were becoming more and more unhappy with each other.

"He's taking revenge! Mathieson pushed Gomez just now, so he's going to have to retaliate with a tooth for a tooth! Kuyt, who was on the side, said loudly, obviously preparing to add fuel to the fire, the referee frowned and looked around, and was just about to put the whistle in his mouth to give instructions, when a person squeezed through the crowd and flashed in.

The referee looked at it and was a little surprised - it was Juan Díaz.

After such a long game, the referee also observed these players on the pitch, and he keenly noticed that Portugal's No.23 was a bit out of place on the pitch.

It's not about formation or coordination, it's just that he doesn't look like a player compared to others.

…… Of course, before the World Cup, he was indeed not a player, and suddenly returning to this identity, it is estimated that even he himself is a little unaccustomed.

The young man, with long blond hair scattered casually over his shoulders, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and even a little skinny, did not look like a professional footballer or a midfielder.

- Let's be honest, a player of his kind is too weak in a group of midfielders, and maybe he would be a little more convincing as a striker.

Portugal's No. 23 midfielder didn't know what was going on in front of him at this moment, in fact, he just looked back at Robben who was lying on the ground and pretended to be dead, and then turned back and said to the referee very seriously: "Sir, before you make a decision, I would like to ask you to recall a little bit about what happened a few minutes ago, and also please recall the performance of Costinha on the pitch, whether he would do this kind of thing You know better than me, don't you?" ”

The referee said how could he know, but he still narrowed his eyes and nodded - of course he remembered what had happened before, the push between the Netherlands and Portugal, and his decision was indeed to suppress the commotion on the field, but it was just a verbal warning and it was indeed cheap for the Netherlands.

If you can cheapen the Netherlands once, why can't you cheapen Portugal once?

You must know that in this kind of international match, the referee on the pitch must choose neutrally, he is neither Dutch nor Portuguese, there is no need to take sides.

The referee's hand that had begun to touch his pocket was put down, and Kuyt, who was waiting to see the joke, opened his mouth wide: "Wait, this is not fair!" ”

"That's fair!" The referee glared at him, "The game continues!" ”

Robben obviously didn't expect to get anything, he opened his mouth and muttered: "I have to give a free kick anyway...... "There is no goal, the Netherlands really can't relax, especially at this time!

The Portuguese players were obviously a little surprised, they didn't expect Juan to come and speak, and in a few words to the referee to move...... Although the penalty itself may not be strong, it is possible to give the Netherlands one less chance to score!

Seeing the referee signaling for the game to continue, Juan breathed a sigh of relief and was about to run away, but he ran two steps and found that his teammates had not moved, and he looked back in surprise: "What are you doing in a daze?" It's time to run, and the race isn't over yet. ”

"No, we just didn't expect it......" Costinha touched his head and was about to organize a wave of words, but what he wanted to say was quickly interrupted by Juan, and the Portuguese No. 23 waved his hand very calmly: "If there is anything to say at halftime, play first." ”

"Okay." Costina nodded, then smiled brightly.

The game started again, Portugal had the ball.

Costinha dribbled the ball, at this moment Robben had already gotten up, looking at him reluctantly, as if he was looking at an enemy who shared the sky with him, Costinha smiled dumbly, passed the ball away, without stopping - he didn't plan to leave the ball at his feet, although he was also a little sticky, but at least he still knew whose feet the football could play a greater role in the team.

The football was sent to the feet of Deco.

His position was pushed to the front, almost becoming a forward midfielder, for which Deco was a little dissatisfied - after all, the field of vision in front is much smaller, and similarly, in such a line of sight, the personnel behind are not easy to observe, and he can only see the players in the front position ready to attack.

Then he saw it at a glance...... Juan??

Deco was stunned, but at the same time he didn't have any pace at his feet, and he broke through directly, and after bypassing Van Bommel in front of him, he chose to cross the ball to the right.

The narrator was a little excited: "Deco's cross! The football flew to the right, and on the right there were two people ready to move...... We don't know if it will be Juan Díaz or Cristiano Ronaldo who will receive the ball, but they were a surprise to us in the group stage, and the Netherlands were clearly jealous of both of them, with Van Brondhorst chasing them down again. Is his mission today to keep an eye on Juan Díaz? ”

The football flew towards the sideline, and the two people rushing towards the football, one Juan and the other Cristiano Ronaldo, were both on the defensive, making some moves to harass them and make their runs not so smooth.

A cold glint flashed in Juan's eyes.

Van Brondhorst made a lot of small moves, especially as the Dutch defender seemed to be targeting his hair at all times, and on one or two occasions he apparently came close to getting it.

Juan didn't want to understand how painful it was to be dragged by his hair while running, and he didn't want to give the other party such a chance...... He glanced at Cristiano's side, the young man was running fast, Mathieson was a little hard to follow, and this was obviously not the kind of player who was very good at personal level, so Juan was very relieved...... Slowed down.

Van Brondhorst was obviously surprised, after all, he never expected Juan to give up the ball, and according to their tactical research, isn't Juan Dias the core engine of Portugal's single game?

Why did he stop all of a sudden?

Juan turned around and smiled at him, his expression was indescribable: "Didn't you want to pull my hair?" Now I'm here, come on. ”

Van Brondhorst obviously didn't expect him to show such an expression, and subconsciously took a half step back, but soon he posted it again without saying a word.

Juan glanced at him, then looked in the direction of the football.

Deco's kick was fast and accurate, and Cristiano was easy to catch the ball, but he had a little difficulty breaking through.

Mathieson's defensive moves were so great that Cristiano didn't even have room to break through, and the opponent would use his body to block the referee's view, and Juan clearly saw several pushes and shoves in his hands.

His brows immediately furrowed and wanted to step forward to clear the siege, but Van Brondhorst moved, directly blocked in front of him, and showed his white teeth at him: "You can't go yet." ”

Juan raised his eyebrows: "Why do you want to stop me too?" ”

"How do you know if you can't do it if you don't try?" The Dutch defender smiled and raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Vanney said he wanted to fight you...... But I think he might be making a bit of a fuss, and it's not like I didn't watch your game, but that's it. ”

"Oh, really?" Juan smiled slightly, didn't get angry, just turned around and left, Van Brondhorst followed behind and continued to talk...... The so-called trash talk on the pitch.

Juan didn't even look at him, he jogged calmly, looking like he was taking a walk, Van Brondhorst persevered, he didn't believe that a young player could endure it for long, his only task in this game was to cause all kinds of problems for Juan Dias, and it was better to send him off!

However, Juan just stood still, not even looking at him, and his ice-blue eyes did not waver in the slightest.

…… It's just that the color of the pupils seems to be getting lighter and lighter.

When Van Brondhorst thought this, the person in front of him suddenly paused for a moment, and then suddenly took a step!

The Dutch defender subconsciously followed up, but was still a step too late.

The ball fell lightly at Juan's feet! 166 Reading Network