"2:1, Spain beat the German chariot and advance to the final!"

"The last five minutes, the magical five minutes! The Spanish team staged a good comeback and snatched the last ticket to the final from the German team! ”

"One assist, one goal, Van dominated the game again! He helped Spain reach the World Cup final for the first time in their history! Perhaps, they will work even greater miracles! ”

"Mr. Key is a hero - Van often puts on a stunner in the league, and this time, he moved the stage of the shutout to the World Cup! The German team became the soul of his sword! ”

"Fan: We only have one goal, yes, the championship. My teammates and I will do our best and we will stand on top of the world! ”

After the Netherlands, Spain became the second team to reach the final. Two European teams will stage the final showdown in Johannesburg! ”

"Spain vs Netherlands! This will be a game that will make history, and whoever wins in the end will win the Hercules Cup for the first time in their respective football history, ushering in their own era! ”

"South Africa, this mysterious and magical land, this time, the legendary battle, will be between the Spanish team and the Dutch team!"

There was a report about this game, and the next day it was transmitted to every corner of the world through various means and channels.

People were cheering for Spain's victory, while others were lamenting Germany's last-minute reversal. Of course, more voices are hopes and expectations for the final decisive battle.

Countless fans around the world have left messages and posts on the Internet with great interest.

"Incredible! Incredible!! Truly incredible!! The Spanish team has created too many miracles in this World Cup, miraculously qualified as the group leader after losing one game in the group stage, won two consecutive 1-0 games, advanced to the semi-finals, and in the game with the German team, miraculously climbed up from the brink of elimination, kicking the German team into the abyss in one fell swoop...... Miracles, can they continue to be staged? If so, then this summer, the Spanish team will be synonymous with real miracles! ”

"Van is an incredible player in his own right, he has a lot of magic in him and is able to make the impossible possible! Now, he is leading his team to create even greater miracles – if Spain win the championship, they will write a new record in their football history! ”

"The same goes for the Dutch team! If it succeeds, it will also be the first time in the history of Dutch football! ”

"This is a record-breaking battle, and it will be a history-making battle!"

"I'm more optimistic about the Dutch team, Peter Pan, Robben, Sneijder, Van der Vaart...... The Orange have so many stars that they will do their best to win the first international tournament in the history of Dutch football! ”

"Hah, it's like Spain isn't star-studded...... I just want to say that the Spanish team has a fan! There is a fan who can do anything! With this, the Spanish team has a better chance of winning the championship! ”

"That's right! Van is a monster! A monster capable of kicking all enemies to slag! ”

"The Dutch team must win!"

"Spain must win!"

"Fan Ye is the pride of our Chinese fans, so ...... Spain must win! Long live the Spanish team! ”

……

Across the ocean, Louisiana, USA.

On a farm in the suburbs, a middle-aged man with a beard was sitting in the courtyard, and the morning sun penetrated through the gaps in the leaves in the courtyard and shone on his body, making him feel warm.

"Fan: We have only one goal, yes, the championship! My team and I are ready to conquer the world and we want to stand in ...... Top of the World! ”

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand, his face was full of joy, sorrow, and more, nostalgia.

After a moment, he picked up the coffee cup on the table, drank it down, and shook his head.

"Fan, you've finally made it this far. In fact, I never doubted that you could do it all, because you are so good, you are the best player I have ever seen, and no one can compare to you. ”

"I believe that little Luna thinks so too, you are her most admired brother Fan! World Cup final...... Congratulations, little Luna will always be watching you from the sky, and she will be happy and proud of you...... It's a pity, I can't go to the scene to cheer you on, Fan, work hard, you'll succeed......"

If Fan Bizhuang was here, he would have shouted in surprise, the middle-aged man was none other than his old friend, Pablo.

After the accident of little Luna's death, Pablo left Europe and chose to live on the other side of the ocean, he did not want to stay in that sad place anymore, he wanted to hide the sadness in his heart and start a new life.

Now, he obviously lives a very quiet life, he lives in a small town near Mexico, he has his own small farm, he does what he likes to do every day, he has new friends, he even has a new wife, he no longer has football in his life, although he used to love football so much, but sometimes, this love is more precious in the deepest part of his memory......

"I can only bless you from afar, Fan."

Pablo shook his head again, his eyes no longer on the sports newspaper, and in the distance, a long-haired woman with a puffed belly was looking at him with a smile.

"Pääbo, can you help me carry this box to the yard, I need to find something, ha, when I was a child, my grandmother left a set of needlework and thread, I want to find out, I can make some clothes for our little darling in advance."

"Absolutely. Oooooo ”

With a big smile on his face, Pablo ran over, and his wife gave him a roll of the eyes, "It's not born yet, how do you know it's going to be a daughter?" However, I would rather have a daughter, she must be beautiful......

"Of course, my daughter in Pääbo will be the prettiest girl in the world. By the way, if it's really a daughter, let's call her Luna. ”

"Luna? What a beautiful name. I love it, Pabo! ”

The smile on Pabo's face was even warmer, and with endless anticipation for the future in his eyes, he put his arms around his wife and turned to walk into the house.

……

In New York State, USA, an extended luxury Bentley was parked outside a huge manor in the suburbs, and Mr. Pueta stepped out of the car, and before he entered the manor, bursts of cheers rang out in his ears.

"Oooo

"Big brother is in the finals! He's going to lift that beautiful championship trophy! ”

In the courtyard, a beautiful little girl is sitting in a wheelchair, holding a newspaper in her hand, cheering and smiling brightly.

Little Plata also stood at the back of the wheelchair with a smile on his face, nodding his head from time to time while talking to the little girl.

"Good morning, Angle!"

Pueta walked into the courtyard, little Plata turned his head, smiled lightly at his father and nodded in greeting, while Angle had already opened his arms and called "Grandpa Pueta", Pueta smiled, leaned down, and hugged the little girl gently.

"You seem to be in a good mood, ha, Angle, is there anything happy about you?"

Puerta "asked knowingly", the little girl had already raised the newspaper in her hand and shouted as if showing off, "Grandpa Pueta, look, big brother has led his team to the World Cup final, he is really amazing." ”

"Oh, that's really happy news, you're right, Fan, this kid, it's really amazing." Pueta smiled and nodded kindly, then he looked up at his son again, "What does the doctor say, how is the recovery?" ”

"It's going well, maybe Angle will have to stay in a wheelchair for a long time, but she's in good shape."

On the way here, Puerta and little Plata spoke on the phone, and the little Plata knew what his father meant by asking this question, and he gave an affirmative answer, still with a smile on his face.

Mr. Pueta squatted down again, he looked at the little girl's delicate and lovely cheeks, looked at her legs, sighed softly in his heart, and then stroked Angle's head with his big hand: "Angle, are you homesick?" ”

"You know, Grandpa Pueta, I'm long gone."

Angle's delicate cheeks flashed a hint of gloom, and then she quickly returned to optimism, and a warm smile rippled on her face, "It's fine now, there's Grandpa Pueta, there's Uncle Plata, and big brother...... I feel blessed because I have a new family. ”

Puetta and his son laughed dumbly, and they both felt like they couldn't laugh at the obvious "confusion of generations" in Angle's words. However, no one corrected the little girl's "mistake", Pueta nodded and smiled kindly: "Yes, we are a family. ”

"But, Angle, do you want to go back to Europe, to Spain?"

Angle seemed to realize what Grandpa Pueta was going to say in front of her, her eyes widened, full of surprise, stunned, and then she nodded heavily, "Think, I want to go back to Spain, my big brother is there alone, I want to go back to accompany him!" ”

"Hahaha! Your big brother has been used to being alone since he was a child, and you don't have to worry about him feeling lonely alone. Little Prata laughed.

Monsieur Pueta smiled too, touched the little girl's head again, and said, "Then let's go home." I've already arranged it, and in the afternoon, we'll go. ”

"Is this true?"

Angle chirped merrily, like a lark, chirping merrily.

"Of course. But before we get back to the Iberian Peninsula, we have to go somewhere. ”

"A place? Where is it? ”

"Africa, the Rainbow Nation! Let's go to the final scene of the World Cup, cheer for Fan! ”

Angle was stunned again, followed by a cry of excitement, and Mr. Pueta and Little Plata laughed heartily.