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The Grand Final at Wembley Stadium drew a packed crowd.
The VIP stands are filled with many retired or still active big-name stars, causing the camera on the field to sweep over this face from time to time and appear on the huge screen above the stadium.
"Luis Figo! Real Madrid's former right-sided Tianzun! Present in the VIP stands at this moment! Next to him sat his former teammate in Barcelona, Pep Guardiola, who was also the Bayern coach who was eliminated by Real Madrid in the semi-finals, both of whom appeared in the stands of the final today! β
Obviously, Guardiola was not very happy when he was put on the big screen, he pouted the corners of his mouth, and in contrast to the Portuguese who was smiling brightly on his side, he had to raise his hand perfunctorily again, which made the camera move away satisfied.
Pep Guardiola lowered the corners of his mouth: "If you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have come to watch this game, Luiz." β
"Come on, this game is so interesting, you're all over now anyway." Figo bumped Pep Guardiola's shoulder and laughed, "Don't be careful. β
Cristiano just kicked you a hat-trick not long ago. Two rounds, five balls, tsk, it really hurts. Figo gave Guardiola a look, and the meaning was clear.
Pep Guardiola: "......"
If it weren't for the fact that the man sitting next to him was Figo, he would have gotten up and left.
"Shut up, Luis." He said.
He heard Figo laugh under him.
Pep Guardiola rolled his eyes and added, as if to make up for it: "If I had been careful, I wouldn't have agreed to your invitation to sit here." β
"Oh yes, that's good, my friend." Figo nodded, his eyes curled and teased, the pre-match stadium program was always busy and lively, but for them, these hors d'oeuvres were not as interesting as the players' warm-ups.
The two chatted with each other, and it didn't take long for some movement to sound from the stands, and Figo and Pep Guardiola looked over in unison, and saw that Arsene Wenger and Alex Ferguson were also sitting in the VIP stands.
"Arsene Wenger is here too. The relationship between the two of them seems to be better than I thought. Guardiola glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.
Figo met Ferguson's gaze, smiled, nodded slightly to the old man, and turned back.
Hearing his friend's words, he said: "Maybe Arsenal haven't given up on Cristiano yet?" β
"Huh?" Guardiola raised an eyebrow, he looked at Figo, "Arsenal want to buy Cristiano?" β
"Who knows." Figo curled the corners of his mouth, "Cristiano is always in demand, isn't he?" β
Hearing this, Guardiola nodded thoughtfully: "But is Arsenal enough money?" It was cut off by Manchester United in the first place. However, I heard that Cristiano has not renewed his contract with Real Madrid, and if it is a free agent, then this summer window is indeed a good opportunity. β
'That's what a lot of clubs think. Figo said, he paused, and suddenly turned to Guardiola, "You call him Kerry."
Stiano? When did you become so familiar with him? β()
...... Guardiola choked, he rolled his eyes, he was led away by you.
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Figo was a little relieved.
"Hey!" Pep Guardiola was laughed at angrily, does he look so much like a guy who can bring people to bad things? Figo looks like the kind of patriarch who doesn't feel at ease.
Figo suddenly sat up a little straighter, leaned forward slightly, and seemed focused: "Look, they're going to play!" β
As soon as he finished speaking, Wembley Stadium was in an uproar, and the main players of the two teams rushed out of the players' tunnel.
Figo recognized Cristiano almost immediately, as only his boy would always sit high and jump around the field with his caddie in tow.
The little caddie followed Cristiano, and in the same way he trotted twice at a brisk pace, and then jumped high off the ground with his legs together.
The fans on the pitch screamed and shouted for their teams and players.
On the Wembley Stadium side of Real Madrid, two huge white flagpoles were erected, one side of the flag was printed with the Arabic numeral "4" in black on a white background, representing the captain of Real Madrid, and the other side of the flag was printed with the "7" in black on a white background, which was the king of Real Madrid.
It took several grown men to wave the two huge flags, which were several meters high, but the effect was impressive enough.
The huge cheering pomp and circumstance swayed with the evening breeze at Wembley, lining the banners posed by Barcelona opposite to be extraordinarily modest and small.
"Game on!"
The horn of the Champions League final was officially sounded, and countless broadcast machines were aimed at the field.
Barcelona have not shown the same competitiveness in previous seasons in several meetings with Real Madrid this season, but in this final, Barcelona seem to be full of energy to play a good comeback
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"Messi has a very beautiful back pass! Give to Neymar! Neymar moves the ball and Suarez grabs the goal!! β
"The ball was confiscated by the goalkeeper! Real Madrid has a false alarm! β
Less than five minutes into the game, Barcelona came close to prying open Real Madrid's goal.
Suarez's scramble was very aggressive, which challenged Real Madrid's defence several times and forced them to tighten and increase the defence.
However, even so, just after halfway through the first half, Barcelona took the lead with Iniesta's cross into the box and Suarez's shot.
"Barcelona 1-0!! Champions League Final!! First! Suarez's shot from the penalty area gave Barcelona the first precious goal! β
"Suarez's ability to fight and finish is very strong, and of course, Leon Messi's playmaking and passing is indispensable!"
The commentator spoke quickly and said that although the Argentine was nowhere to be seen in the offensive end or in the assist list, he was still keenly aware of the role of a figure in the early stages of the attack.
Messi ran to Suarez and nodded in a brief celebration, he would have preferred to score his own goal in this final, which might have moved him to second place in the scorer list - after all, the difference between Ibrahimovic with eight goals and ten goals is not that far, is it? Of course, he wasn't counting on this season
() To be able to surpass Cristiano, the Portuguese man's sixteen goals in the Champions League is a monster.
Barcelona kept their attack alive and Suarez's high pressing forced Ramos to foul Real Madrid's front court.
"Ramos tackles Suarez with a tactical foul! Interrupted Barcelona's attack! The narrator snorted.
Ramos's movements were very sharp and decisive, and he immediately got up after tackling Suarez, and calmly nodded slightly in the face of the referee's decision to trot over and pull out a yellow card.
This is the cost and the risk. Even with a yellow card, they must not allow Barcelona to continue to win.
At halftime, Zidane respecified the tactics in the locker room for the situation on the field, and off the field, the support of the fans was not to be outdone.
Guardiola covered his mouth and said to his friends: "Your little friend is being stared at this time, and there are not many opportunities to get the ball." Real Madrid is hanging. β
Figo shrugged and said, "It seems like that at the moment, but what team won't be strict against Cristiano?" You know best, does that really always work? β
Pep Guardiola: "......"
Are the Portuguese really always that indebted? He really didn't want to talk to Louis anymore!
Ferguson and Arsene Wenger, who were also sitting on the side of the VIP stands, were talking about the same topic.
Ferdinand and Ryan Giggs sat in the back row of Ferguson, while Rooney muttered about Barcelona's close defence against Cristiano: "It's not interestingβ"
Rooney sighed: "Ronnie didn't even touch the ball a few times, it was difficult to turn, this kind of play is too uncomfortable." β
Giggs pushed the top of Rooney's increasingly thinning head and sneered, "Are you anxious for him?" Don't worry, just wait and see. β
Ferguson listened to the discussion behind him, and he raised a slight arc inconspicuously, drawing the attention of his old rival.
"What are you thinking?" Wenger raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you worried about your little Portuguese?" He was invisible in the first half. If Real Madrid loses...... He's under a lot of pressure. β
Ferguson, who heard the hints in Wenger's words that were not fully spoken, smiled and replied: "Should I worry about him?" He's the best player I've ever seen who knows how to play with his brain. Yes, he was blocked in the first half, but did you see what he did? Even if he didn't get the ball, he was still running. β
Wenger paused slightly, then narrowed his eyes.
He thought about the games they had played against the young Red Devils, where the Portuguese always had a chance to take his chances, even if it was just a few seconds away, and it was enough for him to score.
It's wonderful, and it's terrifying.
Ferguson knew Arsene Wenger was thinking, and he uncovered the mystery: "He's testing the line on the other side. He's looking for the weakest link in the opposition defence. β
'By the second half, he'll know how to break through. If the Barcelona defence hadn't realised what Cristiano was doing to them, they were in for some bad experience. Ferguson said.
He looked bound and proud.
Arsene Wenger shook his head with a smirk, he still didn't think the Portuguese could do as unbelievable as Ferguson had said.
He admits that Cristiano is really good and that he is still one of the players he wants the most, but what does Ferguson say?
"Okay, then I'll see." Arsene Wenger didn't refute it, just said so.
Ferguson knew that Wenger didn't take it seriously, and he didn't refute either, just hugged his chest, chewed gum, and showed a proper smile and waved his arm as the shots of the stands swept in front of him.
"Players come in! The second half of the game is about to begin! βοΌ