Chapter 386: 2006 World Cup Champion

"Grosso scores the penalty! The Italians have won this World Cup! This is their fourth World Cup title, and the Brazilians' dream of six crowns is over! ”

"Farewell, Brazil! Don't cry! You have the Magic Quartet! You're out of luck this year, and you're here again in 4 years! Four years later, Ronaldinho is 30 years old, Ricardo is 24 years old, Adriano and Kaka are both 28 years old, you will all be more mature and you can continue to bring joy to the fans! ”

The old-fashioned, steady-steady Italian had the last laugh. This result surprised many, and the mighty Brazilian team fell to the penalty shootout! A scene in '94 was not repeated, I don't know about Robert. Will Baggio be relieved to see this scene? Italians, they have lost on penalties in the World Cup three times before, but they have overcome themselves and broken through themselves! They deserve this title! ”

The moment Grosso scored the ball, the Italian players all jumped to their feet and celebrated.

The players of the Brazilian team were swept by a machine gun and fell into a piece. Some people lie on the turf and cry, some lie on the turf, looking at the sky and cry quietly, and some people stand there with their backs crossed, their backs are gloomy, and their tears flow for a long time.

No matter how brilliant they are, no matter how much they have attracted the attention of the media before, they are just a bunch of embarrassed losers at this point.

All eyes are on the new champions, Italy.

In the world of competitive sports, there is always only a champion.

The runner-up and the penultimate first place are treated equally.

That is to be forgotten.

The "uncrowned king", as many people know it, refers to the Netherlands, who often have the ability to win championships, and they have won many major tournaments as runners-up, but have never won the championship.

So does anyone know how many times they've been runners-up? If you don't ask Google and Baidu, it is estimated that most people will not know.

But how many World Cups have Brazil won? Qualified fans can tell you the answer: five-star Brazil, of course, five times to win the championship.

So how many times have Brazil won the World Cup runner-up? Except for the real Brazilian fans, it is estimated that no one can answer.

The answer is, including this one, Brazil has already finished runners-up in the World Cup three times.

The runner-up is forgotten......

After everyone vented their emotions for a while, Cafu and other veteran players began to help their teammates up one by one.

FIFA clerks began to build a podium in the middle of the pitch. The Italian players were partying in all sorts of ways, some were dancing, some were being interviewed, some were paying tribute to the fans in the stands.

The players of the Brazilian team hid on the sidelines, secretly sad.

Licardo didn't cry. He is one of the few Brazilian players who did not shed tears. His tears had already been spilled as he left the field injured.

When he left the field injured, there was already an ominous premonition, and now it is just a premonition.

After all, man cannot defeat fate. This championship is not destined to belong to Brazil.

Brazil did everything they were good at, but they fell on two set-pieces.

Time also, life also.

FIFA President Sepp Blatter watched the final, but it was UEFA President Johansson who presented the award.

First of all, there were a number of individual awards, and Licardo won both the Golden Boot and the Golden Ball.

In the five games he played, he scored five goals and provided four assists, which is far more than some famous players.

And the red card he got was also sympathized with by many people, thinking that it was extenuating and did not affect his evaluation.

As he limped up to the podium to receive the small Ballon d'Or trophy from Johansson, Johansson smiled and whispered into Ricardo's ear: "You are the most talented young man I have ever met, and I believe you have the potential to surpass Pele and Maradona." Don't cry, don't be sad, come back in 4 years! The World Cup trophy that belongs to you will definitely come. ”

"Thank you." Ricardo said with his head bowed. His mood was not high and he did not talk much.

The Golden Glove award went to Gianluigi Buffon, the best rookie award went to Podolski (Ricardo is no longer a rookie) and the most ornamental team award went to Argentina.

If Brazil succeeds in winning the championship, Ricardo will be the biggest winner.

If Ronaldo hadn't been injured, Brazil would have won the title.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs.

I wonder what Ronaldo's mood is in front of the TV now?

Ricardo didn't dare to imagine.

I'm sorry. If Ronaldo were to appear in front of him now, he would only be able to say those three words.

Next up was to present awards to the judging team, and each member of the judging team received a small gold medal.

Then it was the Brazilian team who walked up to the podium to claim their silver medal.

The players of the Brazilian team were all drooping their heads, dejected, and in a state of collapse.

Like marionettes, they numbly walked up to the podium, took their own silver medals one by one, and then walked off the podium, watching the Italians take the Hercules Cup and the golden medals in high spirits.

The rest of the time belongs to the Italians. The Brazilian players consciously moved away from the center of the stage, and the cameras chased the Italian players for a long time.

Ricardo felt like he was in a nightmare, and a lucid nightmare, but he couldn't break free.

He couldn't hear anything else, his eyes lost color, everything was black and gray.

There was a huge hollow in his chest that drowned out all the colors, all the sounds.

He limped into the players' tunnel, pushed past the reporters trying to interview him, and walked into the dressing room, where he sat on the bench and leaned limply against the cabinet.

His mind was a tumult of thoughts, many thoughts came flooding back, but they were all fleeting, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his empty hands. The silver medal has gone to where he lost it.

How he wishes for a rematch, and this time he'll definitely take his chance and keep the trophy.

How he wished it had all been a nightmare, and when he woke up and found himself in the dressing room, everyone listening intently to Pereira's tactics as the final against Italy was about to begin.

How he wished he had worked a little harder and more time in training over the past few years, so maybe he could have taken one more chance in today's game......

He opened his closet, pulled out his phone, and dialed the shortcut key.

Soon, the phone was connected, and the sound of shouting from the stand was heard on the other end. Stella's voice came at the same time: "Ricardo? ”

Ricardo took a deep breath: "Let's break up." ”

After being silent for a long time, Stella did not cry or make a big noise, but calmly asked, "Why?" ”

"I want to focus more on football. I hope that the next World Cup will have no regrets. I want to be at the top of the game and win all the trophies I can win......"

"Okay......"

"What?"

"I said, well," said Stella calmly, "I knew there would be such a day. That's it, that's it......"

"Goodbye."

"Never again." Stella hung up.

Ricardo hung up the phone, the hollowness in his chest expanding.

Only more training, more games, more goals can be relieved.

I want to run as hard as I can, and I can't stop...... Until I took the World Cup championship into my arms.

So, I'm sorry, Stella......

As soon as he closed his eyes, he was greeted by images of Italian players holding the Hercules Cup. The Hercules Cup is surrounded by Mediterranean blue.

This image dispelled his pain, and also dispelled the guilt and reluctance in his heart.

"In 4 years, I'll take you home." Ricardo said in his heart.