The Free State football stadium, full of noise and cheers, one after another, is like a boiling volcano.

"It's over! The game is over!! The last team to advance to the quarterfinals of this World Cup is born! They are legions of matadors from the Iberian Peninsula, congratulations to Spain, who continue to march towards the highest mountain with a victory! ”

“1:0！ Smallest Score, Biggest Value! Van scored the only goal of the game, a goal as precious as gold, and it gave Spain hope of continuing to attack in the end! ”

"Five goals in three games, Van is undoubtedly the thickest thigh in this current Spain team! He's in unbelievably good shape! We have to congratulate him on the fact that in this direct conversation with Cristiano Ronaldo, Van was even more amazing! His play was decisive! ”

"The match is over, Spain has advanced to the quarterfinals, and Portugal can only go home in gloom. This result is a bit cruel for a top superstar like Cristiano Ronaldo, who has been impeccable in this game, inspiring his teammates, leading by example, and doing everything he can, but ...... That's football! Some people win, some people lose, some people laugh, some people cry. Of course, thankfully, this is not the end, although it is a pity, we can still look forward to it, hoping that in four years, Portugal will become bigger and stronger, and Cristiano Ronaldo will have more good helpers by his side, and they will come back! ”

In the commentary seat, some people were cheering, some were exclaiming, some were sighing, and some were clapping their hands and sighing.

On the football field, there will always be a winner or a loser, and whether it is Cristiano Ronaldo or Fan Bizhuang, a superstar of their level, fans and supporters are all over the world, so who is eliminated and who is leaving, it will be embarrassing.

When people are singing for the winners, the other corner, the losers, is inevitably sad.

Especially when seeing C. Ronaldo's lonely expression and Xiao Se's unwilling back, this scene made many people silent.

The Spanish players cheered and celebrated the victory at one end of the pitch, while the Portuguese players were on the other side, some standing like sculptures, some crouching on the ground, and some simply lying on the turf, all with different movements, but the same thing was that they all had a little blankness and deep pain in their eyes.

The two sides of the football field are like two worlds, with laughter on one side and tears on the other.

And C. Ronaldo is in his own world, standing on his own, his hands on his waist, his head is constantly shaking, and the unwillingness and bitterness on his face are not concealed.

His eyes were glued to the Spanish players celebrating on the other side of the pitch, their eyes filled with envy and longing.

In the cheers, Fan Bizhuang seemed to feel the gaze from the other side, he raised his head, looked into the distance, but only saw the back of C. Ronaldo turned around, although the two were already very familiar with each other in the club, but at this time, Fan Bizhuang's heart was filled with an unprecedented feeling, he was no longer the confident C. Ronaldo, but just a wounded big boy.

Retracting his gaze, Fan Bizhuang didn't pay any more attention to the "big boy", where he didn't see, C. Ronaldo had already walked to his teammate, Eduardo was crying like a child in his arms, C. Ronaldo gently patted and comforted him, C. Lo pulled up Simao, he and Meleles hugged tightly, he whispered something to Nani......

He comforted his teammates like a real man, a true leader.

"Although we lost the game and although this World Cup journey came to an end, I would like to say that Cristiano did not give up! He still has fighting spirit in his eyes, and he tells his fellows, don't be sad, next time, they will return to this stage, they will be stronger, and they will really make a comeback! ”

"He's a real man!"

"How can you not love such a Cristiano Ronaldo! Please remember his name, his name is Cristiano. Ronaldo! There is only one Ronaldo in the whole world! Guys, please stand up, raise your hands, shout his name and send our Ronaldo...... Leave! ”

The emotional voice of the commentator came from the live broadcast, and the originally silent Portuguese fans seemed to be infected, slowly stood up, beat the beat, and shouted Cristiano Ronaldo's name while crying and watching their hero leave.

C. Ronaldo and his teammates bowed to the Portuguese fans in attendance to thank them, turned around and slowly left.

His steps were so steady, so determined, this time, he failed, he left, but so what? He will come back, because, in his dictionary of life, there is no such thing as admitting defeat!

……

'It's a joy to be able to reach the quarter-finals, it's the result of all of us working together.'

"My goal determines the outcome of the game? In a way, yes, but I have to say it's because of a strong team behind me and everyone who has given me a lot of support. This goal belongs to the whole team. ”

'It's important to score in a game like this, but if I had to choose between scoring a goal and winning a team, of course I would choose the latter. Victory comes first, and we will continue to work hard for that. We'll keep winning! ”

"The World Cup Golden Boot? That's my goal, I've said it before, if there's a chance, why not? ”

Leaving aside a few answers, squeezing through the almost airtight reporters, Fan Bizhuang fled back to the players' tunnel with difficulty. Although this is already the norm, and as the player of the match selected after the game, it is natural to receive such courtesy, but Fan Bizhuang still seems a little impatient.

After 90 minutes of high-intensity and fierce battle, what Fan Bizhuang wanted most at the moment was not to have a false and wrongful fight with this group of media workers here, but to return to the locker room, take a comfortable hot shower, and then continue to cheer and celebrate with his teammates.

Finally getting rid of the dog-skin plaster-like reporter, Fan Bizhuang walked quickly through the passage and walked in the direction of his team's locker room. However, at the corner of the passage, Fan Bizhuang stopped.

A figure leaned against the wall, as if it was in a daze, as if it was in a daze.

As if hearing footsteps from far and near, the figure withdrew its gaze from the ceiling and turned its head.

"You're waiting for me here?"

Fan Bizhuang was stunned for a moment, took two steps forward, walked in front of the figure, and looked at each other with a strange expression.

The figure is C. Ronaldo, who has left the field before, and at this moment he is wearing his upper body, showing his strong muscles, and his jersey is tightly held in his hand.

"Although I don't feel very happy, I still have to congratulate you anyway. Congratulations on your victory, you did a great job. ”

C. Ronaldo said this, his tone was flat, it was obvious that he was still haunted by the final elimination of his team, but with his proud nature, it was not easy to stand here and say such a thing, which almost showed an attitude, at least in this competition, he admitted his defeat.

C. Luo is such a confident and proud person, this is completely a guy who will persevere no matter how difficult it is.

Fan Bizhuang opened his mouth, both surprised and incredulous, in some ways, he and C. Ronaldo are extremely stubborn people, but the other party is now "bowing" to himself, he is a little suspicious that the guy standing in front of him at this moment is not the guy he is familiar with.

"Don't think about it, it's just normal etiquette, do you have the impression that I'm just a bastard who doesn't know how to measure and has no heart?" C. Ronaldo raised his hand and raised the jersey in his hand, "Actually, I wanted to come over just now, but I have to comfort my teammates first, so ...... Are you going to change? ”

Fan Bizhuang was stunned again.

When he was still playing for Villarreal, he played against Cristiano Ronaldo's Manchester United on a number of occasions, but regardless of the outcome, the two men did not exchange shirts. As opponents, there has never been such an exchange, and after the two arrived at Real Madrid, they became teammates who fought side by side, and there was no such opportunity.

Although teammates can't exchange jerseys, it also looks weird, and both of them are arrogant people, and they won't take the initiative to change each other's jerseys, so there are no jerseys for each other in the display cabinet.

It's just that I didn't expect that the club's "regret" had a chance to make up for it on the stage of the World Cup.

Without any words, Fan Bizhuang nodded lightly, quickly took off the jersey on his body, handed it to C. Ronaldo, and took the jersey handed by the other party and put it on his shoulder.

"I'm really unwilling!"

C. Ronaldo also put Fan Bizhuang's jersey on his shoulder, and then let out such an exclamation in a low voice, he looked at Fan Bizhuang, and then shook his head, "I really envy you for having an excellent team." But it's a good thing, it gives me more motivation to do what I want to do. Well, man, this time you win, and the next time you meet, you won't have such good luck. ”

C. Luo suddenly smiled, but the smile looked a little bitter, he opened his arms and hugged Fan Bizhuang: "Good luck, man, keep going, after all, you eliminated our people, don't be kicked home halfway, this will also make me feel very shameless." ”

"Alright, so be it."

Letting go of his hand, C. Ronaldo turned around, shook his hand with his back to him, and slowly paced away.

Fan Bizhuang stood around the corner, watched C. Luo's figure gradually disappear, stood for a long time, sighed, and turned to leave.