Chapter 14: Before the Game
Pushing open the bathroom door, the first thing I saw was a pseudo-bald man with a little hair, needless to say, this pseudo-bald man was Zidane.
Judging from the dirty and messy environment around him, this should be the dressing room of the French team, and this time Rovich was much calmer, knowing that he was Ribery at this time and could not show too much discomfort with his teammates.
The dressing room was already packed, all familiar faces: Patrick Vieira, Makelele, Thierry, Barthez......
Zinedine Zidane was standing in the middle of the dressing room and giving a pre-match speech, his teammates were not moving or talking, and even head coach Domenech could only sit and watch him pretend. Hearing the sound of pushing the door behind him, Zidane turned his head, his face suddenly cloudy, and said: "It's time to start the game, where are you going?" Don't sit, just stand and listen. β
The boss's aura is really different, Luo Weixi understands that he is just a junior Ribery, and he doesn't dare to say much, so he honestly stands aside. Vieira, Makelle and a group of bigwigs let out a burst of gloating laughter, but Henry the Great didn't laugh, the 29-year-old Henry sat there, looking over affectionately, with his 9-year-old shadow in his eyes.
"Listen, today is the last game of my career, and I don't want anything bad." Zidane roared hoarsely, his bright bald head shining in the light: "If you don't know how to play during the game, pass me the ball, and I will teach you!" β
Luo Weixi thought to himself: With the temperament of Qi Bald, it is really a shame that he did not go to Marseille or Paris to be a secretary of the Youth League after retiring.
In the middle of his wandering, Zidane suddenly turned around, and his fingertips almost touched his nose: "And you, little man, as soon as you get the ball, you will give me a life-threatening tututu, don't care about anything else!" β
Luo Weixi was sprayed with a spit on his head, and he didn't think much about it, just kept nodding and whispering: "Okay, okay." β
As soon as he said this, Zidane didn't seem to be happy: "What are you talking about, you say it again, why don't you tell me again." β
Luo Weixi didn't know what he said wrong, and he didn't know what to do for a while when he looked at the fierce bald head in front of him.
Zidane began to become manic, stretched out his hand to pinch Rovig's cheek, and shook it vigorously: "You have a scarred face, you have been stabbed on your face, and you talk like you have been stabbed below." Shout, I want to hear your courage. β
I went to boost morale and make it look like I was going to fight. This bald man has not yet kicked like a dynamite bag, no wonder he will be scolded by Materazzi on the field until his emotions are out of control. Of course, Luo Weixi didn't dare to say these words even if he was killed, he could only shout like a madman: "Good! β
Zidane finally showed a satisfied expression, turned back to coach Domenech and gestured to him, signaling that it was time for him to speak.
Rovich didn't listen to what Domenech had to say, his attention was completely drawn to Vieira and Henry.
He noticed that in the short five minutes that Domenech had set up his tactics, Vieira had pulled nine crotches and tried to put his finger under Henry the Great's nose four times, one of which had succeeded.
And Henry the Great also maintained his usual elegant literary style, each time he only gently pushed Vieira's hand away, and even if he succeeded once, he smiled indifferently and replied, "You have the smell of death on your fingertips".
Rovich found Henry very interesting, and he decided to take the opportunity to communicate with him.
"Hi, Henry." Lovich greeted Henry.
"Hey, little man." Henry reciprocated with his trademark smile. Maybe Ribery was too young and too disgraced at the time, and the team liked to call him a dwarf.
Luo Weixi said: "I'm not short, Messi is only 1.69 meters, shorter than me." β
"Who is Messi? Oh, I think I dug him out of my memory, you mean that little genius in Argentina? Henry asked.
Luo Weixi then remembered that Messi in 2006 was less than 19 years old, and he was younger than Ribery. Luo Weixi said: "Yes, it's that Messi, don't look at him not tall, he can grow up so tightly, it's just killing people and killing ghosts." β
Henry didn't care about Messi's future, but just smiled faintly: "Powerful or not, in the end, it can only turn into the dust of history." β
Luo Weixi was speechless, so he had to change the subject: "Let's talk about you, your career seems to be still short of the Champions League, don't you regret it?" β
Henry said: "It is true, once I was so close to my dreams, and every time reality threw me so far away. β
"Don't you want to make up for it?"
"Nope." Henry once again pushed away ViΓ¨re's stretched finger that smelled of death, and said, "The beauty of this world lies in the fact that there are countless regrets. β
"Brother, you won." Luo Weixi was completely convinced by Henry: "Do you always talk like this? β
Henry smiled and shook his head: "Not exactly, I can't speak when I smell the fascinating smell of blood in the restricted area. β
Luo Weixi regretted not bringing a bottle this time, and if there was a promise, he would give Henry a bottle first.
At this time, Domenech finally finished his tactics, and the assistant referee also knocked on the door to signal that it was time to play, and Zidane waved his hand: "Departure brothers, bring me that damn Hercules Cup back." β
This is the second time Luo Weixi has stepped on the World Cup stage, and he is the first Chinese to do so. Compared with the last time he represented the South Korean team, this time he was even more excited, after all, the World Cup final is not just someone who can come, even Ronaldo and Ibrahimovic, who score goals and play the same, have no chance.
The venue of the 06 World Cup is in Germany, the rigor of the Germans is world-famous, and the two sides of the final are two European teams, the football culture of the Europeans and the rigorous attitude of the Germans make the atmosphere of the scene fanatical but not suppressed, and this atmosphere is quite suitable for the player's performance level.
The live DJ began to read out the roster:
Italy are 4-5-1:
Goalkeepers: Gianluigi Buffon;
Defenders: Zambrotta, Materazzi, Cannavaro, Grosso;
Midfielders: Gattuso, Pirlo, Camoranesi, Perrotta, Totti;
Striker: Tony.
France were in a 4-5-1 formation
Goalkeeper: Barthez;
Defenders: Sagnol, Thuram, Galla, Abidal;
Midfielders: Vieira, Makelele, Zidane, Malouda, Ribery;
Striker: Thierry Henry.
Compared with the last World Cup, the Italian team still retains a lot of old faces: Buffon, Totti, Zambrotta...... Gattuso also became a daughter-in-law, and the substitute became the main force, and of course the protagonist of this mission: Materazzi.
The national anthem was played, the two sides shook hands, and after the various pre-game ceremonies, a man in a suit and leather shoes suddenly ran in from the sidelines, and rushed straight towards Luo Weixi with vigorous steps. When the man ran in front of him, Rovich realized that this person turned out to be the old Italian captain Maldini.
What does Ribery have to do with Maldini, why is he so affectionate, Rovich is a little confused. Not only Rovig, but also a group of bigwigs such as Zidane and Vieira are also a little puzzled.
Maldini was not embarrassed, walked straight up to Rovich and gave him a deep hug, muttered a lot of Italian, and did not know what he said, and then left amid a round of applause.
Rovich looked helplessly at Zidane, who knew that Zidane had been at Juventus and knew Italian.
Zidane didn't show the prestige of the boss this time, and helped Luo Weixi translate very carefully: "Maldini said that when he saw you, he felt kind and warm, as if he had received your help, so he came to say hello to you." β
This frightened Luo Weixi a lot: What did I help him? I'm Ribery, and what did Berry do to help him? The way he spoke should be the first time he met Ribery, how could he say such a thing when he met for the first time? Does it have something to do with the previous mission?
Luo Weixi remembered the last mission, he went back to 2015 after beating Moreno and exposing Park Chang, and he still doesn't know the final result of that game, is there anything wrong with that game in the end?
Rovich squeezed to Zidane's side and asked in a low voice: "Boss, did Italy win or lose against South Korea four years ago?" β
Zidane was puzzled by the fact that he was asking such a question at this time, but replied anyway. "Italy won, and extra time was the winning goal for Maldini."
"Overtime? In the end, it was overtime? Luo Weixi always thought that if there was such a big incident, the South Korean team would definitely cancel the results and ban the game.
Zidane said: "Yes, it was supposed to be postponed indefinitely, and then the South Korean top management directly intervened, and after half an hour of negotiation, extra time was determined, and then Maldini scored the winning goal...... What kind of memory do you kid have, you're going to have a game and you're going to ask about these things. β
It seems that although the process is tortuous, the result is still good, but ...... The more Luo Weixi thought about it, the more confused he became: When I helped him enter the quarterfinals four years ago, I used the identity of Li Tianxiu, even if I want to thank Li Tianxiu, I should thank Li Tianxiu, what is the matter with Guan Ribery, could it be that Maldini knows that I am the Li Tianxiu four years ago?
Thinking of this, Luo Weixi grabbed Zidane, who was about to leave, and asked: "Boss, what happened to Li Tianxiu, who made a big fuss in the arena after the South Korean team lost?" β
"You're so endless." Zidane was furious, and this was the second time he was held back by Rovich, while the referee on the other side was waiting for him to pick a side.
Seeing Qi Bald angry, Luo Weixi didn't dare to ask any more, he decided to complete the task of keeping Zidane first, and ask Gao Yu for all other questions when he got home.
A whistle blows, and the game begins.