Quaresma lied to everyone!

He had no intention of colliding with Figo at all, but he fooled everyone with this action.

At least, even the incomparably experienced Thuram didn't expect Quaresma to pull the ball and turn around.

Then, Quaresma, who shook everyone, was already able to face the French goal.

The whole world is about to boil at this moment, such a passionate picture, everyone can't suppress the excitement in their hearts, and the passion roars out.

But this did not affect Quaresma's composure in the slightest, at this moment, time seemed to stand still, everything in front of him became clumsy and slow, Barthez became smaller and smaller, the French goal became bigger and bigger, until finally, there was only a lonely goal left in his eyes.

No one could stop Quaresma, all he had to do was put the ball under his feet into the goal.

When the clock began to pass again, the ball was already in the French goal, and Barthez looked back in despair at the already lost goal, dejected.

In the next moment, amid the cheers that erupted like a tsunami at the Allianz Arena, Quaresma was already screaming like a wild horse and rushing madly towards his teammates, and he was completely furious.

Figo was the first to hug him, and he didn't care that Quaresma had just shook himself, and importantly, Portugal had scored again.

Cristiano Ronaldo, Deco and Maniche all came one after another, and there was nothing more exciting than the goal that killed the opponent.

3:1

Portugal once again led Portugal by two goals and was running out of time for the game.

France is finished!

Portugal wins!

There is no suspense in the game, there is absolutely no black X minutes, Portugal can definitely keep the lead until the end!

The whole world seemed to be excited at this moment, and witnessed the glory of the Portuguese in a restless manner.

The blood of Portuguese fans is soaring, almost breaking through their heads, even if they go to heaven to see God now, they will take God's hand and tell him about the greatness of Portugal.

For the first time, they are going to reach the World Cup final, a thing that has been waiting for almost a century and generations.

Even if the game is not over yet, they can no longer contain their passion, singing and dancing, like crazy demons, and now, even if they want to destroy the earth, it is worth forgiving.

On the other hand, French fans, the world in their eyes has lost its color, and I am afraid that the most optimistic people will not feel that there is still hope for France at this time.

War is like this, either you die or I die, and when France is unable to help Portugal, it will be doomed to the next fate.

It's just that France was wiped out by Portugal with such almost no suspense, which probably no one expected.

In this goal, Portugal hit the French penalty area through positional attack, which is the most direct proof of Portugal's strong ability.

Able to defend, good at counter-attacking, and equally able to tear apart the opponent's defense head-on with a fluid attack, France is not ashamed to lose to such a Portugal team.

Perhaps, they just lost unprepared!

。。。。。。

The game was only restarted when Portugal's frantic celebrations were over, and by this time the game had already reached 80 minutes.

It's a somewhat desperate time.

Time is running out for the French!

Domenech was keen to replicate France's previous form when he scored, waving his hands to signal his players to press up, and even calling Zinedine Zidane to the sidelines to teach him what was appropriate, even if there was little hope, rather than doing nothing.

But even Zidane will inevitably have a sense of powerlessness at this time, the hero is in the twilight, after all, an era is coming to an end, can he really save the world?

France's crazy attack is here again, but compared with before, there is less rationality and a little more messiness, even Zidane has no way to calm down and sort out the attack!

This was already desperate, but at this time, Scolari once again took out a knife and stabbed it at France.

With Figo off and Costinha in his place, Scolari has played all sorts of tricks to the extreme.

Portugal has turned into a regular 442, but the four players in the midfield are all well-known defensive stalwarts, even Deco, still can't underestimate his defense.

The four players lined up to form a great wall of human flesh, covering the front of the Portuguese defence, which could stop almost any attack.

This kind of defensive routine and intensity is simply an alternative version of the bus.

What's more, there is also the counterattacking invincible Quaresma and Ronaldo left in front of him, and Scolari simply does not give the Frenchman any chance.

When Figo left the field, he couldn't hold back the tears in his eyes, and the players ran over to hug and high-five him, and it seemed that all the Portuguese fans stood up and applauded and cheered, paying tribute to the legendary captain of Portugal, even the French fans did not spare their applause, because such a veteran deserves everyone's respect.

He is worthy of his captaincy, and today he and his Portugal are finally in the World Cup final, which none of his predecessors have done.

Maybe he will gradually fade out of the national team after this World Cup, but here, there will always be a legend that belongs to him.

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In the final moments that followed, the French team lost their minds and stormed, but their attack seemed to have lost its soul, like a corpse walking with them.

In the end, Domenech even brought on Trezeguet, and the wings kept hoisting the ball over the box, and Henry, Trezeguet and even Zidane had already rushed into the box to fight for a header.

This is France's last struggle!

Trezeguet's header is the best in the world, Thierry Henry's header is also a strong point, and Zidane has repeatedly used headers to help France defeat strong opponents, and the gun emplacements above the heads of the three kept firing and almost smashed the Portuguese goal.

But Portugal held on to France's last-ditch comeback to keep the score until the end of the 90 minutes, when everyone knew the game was coming to an end.

The fourth official on the sidelines had already raised the stoppage time sign and the number 2 was clearly visible in front of everyone, meaning that Portugal was only two minutes away from advancing to the World Cup final.

The French fans in the stands couldn't help but let out a cry of sorrow, their lost hearts had fallen to the bottom, and they ended their World Cup journey like this, and the pain was infinitely magnified, constantly tormenting their fragile hearts.

The Portuguese fans sang the Portuguese national anthem, and even the players who were still running on the field sang the national anthem, and the pride from the bottom of their hearts and the joy of victory came together, and they felt that they were about to go to heaven.

Beep-

Beep-

Beep –

The whistle of two long and one short means that the game is officially over, and with the whistle, cheers erupt, and the Allianz Arena has fallen.

Portugal 3:1 France

The Five Shields Army advanced to the World Cup finals as they wished!

The fans sang and danced, excited as if they were going to die, and a century-old wish has finally come true today!

The players on the field raised their hands and ran wildly, hitting their chests, hugging, stacking Arhats, and venting their excitement in various ways.

Quaresma was ravaged by his teammates, and his hair had already been rubbed like a chicken nest, and no matter how strong the hairspray was, it had little other effect at this time.

But Quaresma didn't care anymore, and the joy of victory was enough to make him forget everything, even if he used his hair in exchange for the team's victory, he was willing.

Of course, victory is certainly not so cheap, and there is no need for Quaresma to sacrifice himself so much!

A flame burned in his chest, and when the flame exploded completely, the heat was enough to destroy the entire earth.

Finally won!

There was no death, no crazy comeback, it seemed like victory was just a matter of course, but it still made Quaresma excited!

A victory is a victory, and it will never become cheap because there are no ups and downs!

Moreover, France is a solid top team in the world, and they definitely have the strength to touch the Hercules Cup, and this victory is full of gold.

Finally standing on the stage of the final, this is probably what all professional players dream of for a lifetime, and it is also beyond the reach of most people.

What are your goals?

Become the true first person in world football, lead your club to the top, and lead your national team to become the king of the world!

Now it seems that this dream is not far away!

So he has reason to get excited, to get excited, to get carried away!

So, the forgetful Quaresma was pressed under his teammates and ravaged wildly......

Quaresma, who finally broke free in embarrassment, gradually regained his composure as if he had been dropped a hundred times, and the smile on his face was as bright as a chrysanthemum.

The substitutes had already rushed to the pitch to join the revelry, and even Scolari was laughing like a child, which was in line with Scolari's usual personality - old children!

Ronaldo and Quaresma hooked their shoulders and backs, and the foundation was infinitely good, but Figo stepped in strongly, like a big brother, he grabbed Ronaldo and Quaresma left and right in the middle, looked at each other, and couldn't help laughing!

This picture is destined to become a classic forever fixed in the hearts of fans!

The Portuguese saga has begun, continues, and is far from over!

……

The French player fell to the ground in a daze, his strength had been drained, and his soul was gone, like a walking corpse.

Zidane couldn't help but lose his mind for a while, shook his head slightly, and his expression was full of loneliness.

My career is over!

Falling in the semi-finals of the World Cup is not a success, but it is not a failure either, whether it is a success or not, it is over!

The past scenes of the whole career come to his eyes, there have been glories and lows, no matter what kind of experience it brings you, you have to silently taste the taste he left you.

At least for now, the heart is bitter!

Portugal was strong, with an absolute strength that beat France, which made Zidane, who had given it his all, feel powerless.

But he had to give Portugal a thumbs up, and being able to play Portugal in the last game of his career, even if he lost in the end, was still the perfect experience.

Such a Portugal team deserves to qualify for the final and also deserve the championship trophy!

So, go further!

……

After feeling nostalgic, Zidane silently walked to his teammates and pulled up the tearful brothers, even Henry, his eyes were already red, maybe in front of Zidane, he was still the hairy boy.

Under the comfort and leadership of Zinedine Zidane, the French players lined up under the stands to apologize to the French fans in the stands for failing to live up to their expectations, although this was not the intention, but they still need to say sorry.

When Portugal ended the celebration and France ended apologizing, the players of the two teams who knew each other came together again, but compared to before the game, things were different and the mood was different.

Figo hugged Zinedine Zidane, two of the most experienced players on the pitch, who understood each other's feelings best, and everything was in that eye contact, and there was no need to say anything.

In the end, Zidane patted Figo on the shoulder, turned around and walked off the court, leaving Figo with an infinitely lonely back, and his entire career was fixed at this moment.

The Portuguese captain was stunned, he seemed to see the day he left the field, perhaps, he would be so lonely, as if he had lost the whole world.

……

"Congratulations, Ricardo, you deserved this victory, so work hard in the final!"

Henry walked up to Quaresma's side, put his arm around Quaresma's shoulder, and said in a somewhat erratic tone.

Quaresma knew what kind of mood the Arsenal captain was feeling right now, turned around and gave Henry a heavy hug, and he didn't want to say anything more, because at this moment, all the comfort was pale.

Honour is the eternal pursuit of any professional footballer, and even if Henry already has a Hercules Cup in hand, he will not refuse a second one.

I'm sorry, each for his own master, Quaresma naturally will not show mercy, what he has on him is far from his dream alone, but the dream of the World Cup that carries all the Portuguese people.

It's okay, Captain!

Next season we will continue to play together and we will go to a second Champions League trophy together!

"Of course, I will work hard, and I will not let the championship fall behind!" Quaresma smiled and continued: "When I bring back the championship medals, we will compete to see if the World Cup championship medals are all cast in the same mold!" ”

Henry couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"How can it be exactly the same?" Three black lines had already been erected on Henry's head, "At least the documentary text is not the same, okay!" ”

But Quaresma's next words almost sent Henry out of the way.

"Well, it may not be the same!"

"The championship medal of the 98 World Cup should be gold-plated, and it is said that this year's champion medal is made of pure gold, and my medal seems to be worth more than your medal!"