Osvaldo put the finishing touches on the dressing room, re-emphasizing the difficulty of his opponents, not to underestimate them because of their recent poor form, and tirelessly recounting the characteristics of the flamengo players.

“…… Their main centre-back Andrea. Bahia is young, physical, quick turnaround, always calm but inexperienced......"

"Left-back Anderson, good technique, average physical, not fast, slow turning, only using his left foot to kick the ball, Rico you can try to break through from his right side and use the speed to beat him......"

"Rafael, right-back, a little shorter, nothing else has any special shortcomings, but there is nothing particularly outstanding about it, little Ricardo, I'm sure you can handle his challenge......"

……

After walking out of the dressing room, the Sao Paulo players found themselves surrounded by a sea of red and black. The Flamengo fans were about 70,000 in attendance, while São Paulo had just over 2,000, and the tricolor was like a lone sail in the ocean, seemingly crumbling in the storm.

Avid flamenco fans beat gongs and drums and cheered. And when the on-site commentators began to broadcast the list of Sao Paulo's players, they were greeted by a flood of boos.

People with a little worse psychological pressure will even weaken their legs and feet in this boo, and even Ricardo, who has seen big scenes, is a little nervous.

"Made, this is for us." Rico, who was standing next to Ricardo, shouted. He used his recent good performances to earn another chance to start.

The scene was so noisy that the players could only be heard by shouting. It was as noisy as thousands of flies buzzing in his ears, and Ricardo just wanted to make the whole world quiet...... "Think about it if you could score a wonderful goal here and shut up the fans, even if it was just for a second......"

Rico's eyes lit up: "Then I can win a big contract, a big wave of girls, a big house!" ”

Ricardo gave him a blank look: "Can you pursue it a little?" ”

"My pursuit is big enough, I'm not like you, I already have such a good contract, and there is a big wave of sister Ambrosio who flatters you."

Licardo sanguinely shut his mouth.

However, being disturbed by Rico like this, his tension was also relieved a lot.

After taking pictures and guessing the edges, Cheney guessed the coin and chose to tee off first.

Kaka and Fabiano stood in the centre circle, waiting for the referee to blow the whistle. Licardo noted that Flamengo's goalkeeper Giulio. Cesar was warming up with his head bowed in the goal when a bold idea came to him.

"Kaka!"

Kaka looked back puzzled.

"After teeing off, immediately pass it to me."

Despite his bewilderment, Kaka nodded.

"Dysprosy!"

Fabiano tossed the ball to Kaka, who gently knocked the ball to Ricardo and turned and ran forward.

At this time, the commentator was still reading out the Flamengo squad, and after Ricardo took the ball, he adjusted a step and walked the ball across the halfway line to find Giulio. Cesar was still bouncing around warming up with his head down.

Flamengo striker Ze. Carlos and Andrew Zinho quickly ran towards Ricardo from left to right, not thinking about breaking the ball, but at the beginning of the game, they had to run for a while to warm up, and by the way, forced Licardo to pass the ball back.

Ricardo didn't pass back. His supporting leg was firmly pinned to the grass with his left leg, and his right foot was pulled out heavily and kicked into the lower part of the football, bringing up a piece of turf attached to the dirt. With an initial velocity of more than 140 kilometers per hour, the ball flew towards Flamengo's goal. In people's eyes, it is like a rainbow across the sky.

After kicking the ball, Ricardo stood still and quickly measured in his mind. It should be able to hit the inside of the door frame. As for whether or not you can score, it depends on luck.

There was a gasp of cold air at the scene.

The Flamengo players watched in horror as the football flew towards their goal, and several defenders ran towards the goal. Bahia reminded his goalkeeper loudly: "Giulio! ”

However, the scene was too noisy. Julio. Cesar, the Brazilian international and future Inter Milan treble-winning figure, didn't hear his name at all.

By the time he noticed something was wrong, the football had already begun to decline dramatically, and it was close to his eyes!

Not good! Julio. Cesar hurriedly made a side lunge, and he didn't have time to adjust at all, and he couldn't get the full force. At only 1.86 meters tall, he has tried his best to stretch his body, but his fingertips are still a little short of football.

With a crisp sound, the ball hit the underside of the crossbar, bounced down, and landed within the goal line. Julio. Cesar reacted quickly and immediately flicked the ball out of the goal with his hand as soon as he landed.

"Dysprosy!" The whistle sounded again, and after a brief hesitation, the referee pointed his hand firmly to the centre circle. The goal works!

The originally boiling stadium suddenly fell silent at this moment.

It's like being in a noisy night market, and suddenly someone shouts "Chengguan is coming", and the chickens and dogs jump for a short time, and then suddenly fall silent.

Many fans are still looking for their seats, and most of them are still chatting about off-topic conversations, and they are not in the state of watching the game at all.

But in the blink of an eye, they saw that the football was already lying in the Flamengo goal.

Even the narrator didn't react. Live narrator Juan. Oliveira was still looking at Flamengo's roster and looked up when he noticed the silence of the scene, only to notice the referee's gesture and the slowly tumbling football in the goal.

What's the situation?

Ricardo raced to the sidelines, put his hands to his ears and made a listening gesture. His mood at the moment was not ecstasy, but chaos. Did Made, that really happen? Did it really silence the Maracana? In other words, can I also go down in history?

It took a few seconds for the scene to sound a giddy, shrill boo.

After receiving the boos, this huge contrast gave Ricardo a little bit of realism. Yes, I scored! Goal at Maracana! I really silenced the Maracanã just now!

He turned around and celebrated with his teammates who lunged at him.

Fabiano, who was closest to him, was the first to run, rubbing his hair excitedly and saying incoherently: "Oh my God, such a goal, such a goal!" You're awesome, you know? Licardo: Do you know what you've done? ”

Rico was the second to arrive, and he hugged Ricardo tightly: "I find that I am starting to worship you!" Oh my God, this goal is definitely the greatest goal of the season! ”

Kaka, Ricardinho and others also arrived and expressed their amazement and admiration.

The voice of the on-site commentator Oliveira just sounded, and it was a little stumbling at first, but it slowly became smoother and more passionate: "In the 6th second of the opening game, the Sao Paulo team opened the scoring by No. 30 Ricardo!" It was an imaginative midfielder's long-range shot that broke past Julio. Cesar's guarded gates! ”

'I can't find the right words to describe this goal! In this moment, all language is pale and powerless! This is definitely a super world wave that can compete for the best five goals of the season! Poor flamengo, before he came to his senses, was already behind the score! ”