After this goal, Brazil did not wave again, firmly controlled the rhythm of the game, and finally successfully maintained the score until the end.

The next day, the French team defeated Cameroon 1:0 at the Stade de France and met Brazil in the final.

In this match, Cameroonian player Vivian. Fu unfortunately died suddenly, which is suffocating.

In the original time and space, Vivian. Fouche died in the semi-finals of Cameroon's 1-0 win over Colombia. In that time and space, Brazil were held to a draw by Turkey and failed to qualify from the group, while Cameroon qualified as group winners against Colombia.

And in this time and space, although the opponent has changed, Vivian. Blessing is still inescapable.

He was in the prime of life, and no one could have imagined that such a tragedy would happen in advance. But it has happened and there is no remedy. I wish there was football in heaven, so that he could play happily in heaven.

So in the final held on the evening of June 28, players from both sides wore black veils to express their condolences to the deceased.

Unlike the Brazilian team, most of the elite of this French team came, except for the core of the midfield, Zidane, Trezeguet, Makelele, Vieira were absent, and other big-name stars were selected.

For Brazil, it was a revenge battle to avenge the 98 World Cup final, but on paper, this Brazilian team is really not as strong as France.

Take a look at France's star-studded roster.

Goalkeeper Butters, defenders Lizarazu, Galla, Desailly, Thuram, Saguno, midfielders Petit, Dacourt, Dabo, Pire, forward Thierry.

As the sharpener of the French national team, Thierry Henry has grown up very well since his move to Arsenal. Last season he lost to Ruud van Nistelrooy in the Premier League Golden Boot race by just one goal. In the ranking of the current forwards, Henry is definitely in the top 10.

And the defenders of the French team have already proven their ability.

It's no secret that the best backline in the world comes from Italy.

But if the Italians humbly say: Oh, in fact, I'm not that good, average, second in the world.

Then, it is estimated that only the French dare to shout: You scumbags of war get out of the way, Lao Tzu is the best in the world!

France, in fact, has always been a European powerhouse, but before 98 years, it never reached the World Cup final. In terms of the European Cup, it only occupied the right time and place as the host in 84 years, and won the championship once under the leadership of Platini.

In '98 and 2000, they won the World Cup and the European Championship in succession.

As a representative of the "European Latin", the French team is more technically delicate than other European countries, and at the same time has the tough style of European football, and implements the most advanced football concepts.

And because of the large-scale absorption of immigrant descendants, the French team was full of talents for a while, and stars emerged in an endless stream.

For example, Henry is a descendant of the French Antilles, his father Anthony is from French Guadeloupe, and his mother Maryser is from Martinique.

Although Zidane was born in Marseille, France, his parents are Algerian.

These stars from all over the world have injected a variety of football elements into France.

Although the current French team is facing the problem of replacing the old with the new, it still has the best strength in the world overall.

In this matchup against Brazil at the Stade de France in Saint-Denis, they used skilful ball control and passing, as well as solid defense, to keep Brazil tired.

In the opening 20 minutes, France had four shots on goal, while Brazil had just one.

Pereira was fielded in a formation of 4321 for this game, with the only difference compared to the starting line-up in the previous game being the replacement of Fabiano with Ricardinho.

Ronaldinho and Ricardo were paired up in the midfield position, with Adriano playing as a lone striker.

He hoarded five men in midfield to wrestle with France in midfield, but to his surprise, the team failed to control the midfield.

The formation of the French team was 541, and when attacking, it changed to 361, taking advantage of the numerical advantage of the midfield, and engaged in a fierce battle with the Brazilian team.

Petit, Dacourt and Dabo are all muscular midfield tough guys, and with the help of two wing-backs, Lizarazu and Saguno, it can be said that they perfectly contain the Brazilian team's attack.

So Brazil's attack was not smooth, but France used the counterattack to play a few dangerous attacks.

Ricardo gasped and ran non-stop, his jersey already soaking wet.

This is the first time since his rebirth that he has faced so many world-class and continental-level opponents in a competition.

It's sour, it's really enjoyable.

Defended by world-class defenders such as Thuram and Desailly, he really has no temper at all.

Petit, Dacourt and other continental midfielders should not be underestimated, and it is a waste of time to expect them to make mistakes.

He felt like he had hit the wall of sighing in "Saint Seiya Underworld Chapter", all his skills were useless, almost all his running positions would be guarded against by the opponent, most of the feints would be seen through by the opponent, and his strength was absolutely restrained, only speed could slightly maneuver with the opponent.

Although embarrassed, Ricardo was excited. Only defeating a strong opponent is the most rewarding thing. Mistreating those broilers in the São Paulo state league is nothing to be happy about, even if it is a hat-trick.

Every nerve of his body is burning, his brain is running at high speed, constantly analyzing the situation on the field, paying attention to the opponent's position and the running position of his teammates, and his mind is highly concentrated.

Every muscle of his is ready to explode at any time, and as long as he finds the slightest opportunity, he will burst out with the strongest strength.

Come on, come on, come on, fight, fight, fight!

If you can't even defeat the opponent in front of you, don't mention the matter of assisting Ronaldo to continue the dynasty, suppress Melo, and win the Champions League and even the treble.

Because that's definitely harder than that!

While thinking about it, Ricardo suddenly noticed that there seemed to be a gap behind Petit, and Ricardinho had just escaped from Darbo's entanglement and was looking up.

So he quickly started and ran behind Petit, reaching for the ball as he ran.

Ricardinho and Ricardo have been working together for nearly a season, and they have already had a tacit understanding, and when they saw this, they immediately got up, and the football made a small arc, bypassing Petit and coming to the feet of Ricardo.

But before Ricardo stopped the ball, out of the corner of his eye, he found that Desailly had rushed up, and Ricardo immediately changed his original mind and gently led it in the direction of the incoming ball, intending to pass Desailly by the way.

The ball passed smoothly, but when Ricardo turned on his own, Desailly's thigh was already jammed, and Ricardo couldn't dodge it and fell in embarrassment.

"Tick!" The referee blows the whistle.

And so it is again! Ricardo lay on the ground and pounded the lawn hard. Desailly grinned on thick lips and extended his hand to Ricardo in a friendly manner.

Ricardo grabbed his thick hand and stood up, and a thought flashed through his mind: he could no longer fight against the French animals, and he had to think of some other way.