football's most handsome

Chapter 367

The Portuguese fans finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a brief silence, the audience burst into cheers!

victory! !

This is a victory for Portugal, and it is also a day for Portugal! !

The intensity of this match was beyond everyone's imagination, and the twists and turns of the process also made everyone tighten their hearts.

Juan took a breath, then looked back to the direction of the goal.

The Portuguese players calmed down at this time, and they looked at each other with a sense of survival after disaster.

The Netherlands is a very strong opponent, especially in the final stoppage time period. If it were not for Portugal's last strict defense, it is estimated that Portugal will definitely not have a good time at this moment.

Van Persie looked desperate at this moment. He didn't even know who or where he should look. He could only hide his face in the palm of his hand to cover all the tears.

Although he also knew that even if he scored that goal, the Netherlands would not have a chance to tie the score and let them enter overtime, but after the whole game, the Netherlands had too many opportunities, and they wasted extra opportunities Even more-not to mention other things, at least Van Persie has no less than four shots on the court.

However, every time they hit the goal, they ended in failure. They didn't even know the specific reason, but Portugal blocked their goals time and time again, and it was also Portugal that blocked them time and time again. on the way.

Every time.

Van Persie only felt that he could not hold back his tears, but he quickly raised his head.

The person standing in front of him was Ricardo, Portugal's goalkeeper-although Van Persie is not very happy to see him at this moment.

This man blocked all of Holland's forward shots, and also blocked Holland's forward direction.

But at this time Ricardo was obviously not looking for trouble, he patted Van Persie on the shoulder to comfort him, and at the same time asked whether he should change his jersey, Van Persie wiped his face and nodded heavily.

The game belongs to the game. In fact, regardless of the outcome, he still admires Ricardo. Although the Netherlands has a very good goalkeeper Van der Sar, it is now obvious that Van der Sar can't stop Portugal's attack on the court. Ricardo blocked all of Holland.

——Although this is not due to him alone, the Portuguese midfielders and defenders also contributed a lot. There are really not many who can defend in the field, and Van Persie can only be said to be venting his anger at this meeting.

Of course, it’s all about venting anger, but he started chatting with Ricardo, the Dutchman can speak a little Portuguese, and he can speak English very fluently, and Ricardo can also speak a little English, and the two of them had a good time even making gestures and guessing. of.

Van Nistelrooy looked in the direction of Van Persie, and confirmed that the young man was indeed temporarily relieved from the huge gap and disappointment of not scoring a goal, and then turned to look at Juan.

When looking at Juan, Fanny was taken aback for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "I didn't expect you to be sweating profusely."

Juan was indeed sweating a lot at this moment. Running on the court is a very exhausting thing. This was still a game with intense conflicts. Juan even took over the ball in the second half, making the whole team Portugal quickly integrated into a division of tigers and wolves, and successfully blocked the Netherlands on the way to the top [-].

He didn't care about Fanny's teasing. He scratched his hair with his hands and pushed the hair back from his forehead, revealing his smooth forehead.

He has obviously relaxed at this time, and the murderous aura left behind during the game still makes people suffocate. Few people complained about the "frigid" expression, only the edge of the game still remained in the corner of the eye, when the bangs were accidentally caught by the camera, many people were fascinated by the shocking glance .

Juan didn't care about the camera at all. In fact, he never cared about it. Hearing what Fanny said, he glanced at the Dutchman on the side: "Don't look at me like this. I'm still human anyway."

His complaints got Fanny to laugh and shake his head, but soon Fanny became serious: "Juan, speaking of which, I must ask you something, and you have to answer me truthfully."

Juan was taken aback: "What's the matter?" The game is over, what happened to Fanny?But what I have to say is that at this moment, he is in a good mood because of winning the game, and the person who asked the question was Ruud van Nistelrooy. The Dutch are usually taciturn, and they are only a little more excited during the game. Juan knows this well aware.

"Are you surprised in the end?" When he asked this sentence, Fanny stared at him very nervously, and Juan was taken aback: "What?"

"I said, were you scared, that pass? And in the end I succeeded in breaking through you, right?" When he asked this question, Van Nisbe was even more focused on shooting on the court, and he just stared at the ball. Juan, want to get an answer from him.

Juan was silent for a while, then nodded heavily under his longing expression: "That's right! You scared me, Fanny, I really didn't expect you to pass the ball, so I gave you this opportunity... If there is still time If enough, Portugal will definitely go through a very difficult overtime."

Hearing what he said, Fanny breathed a sigh of relief almost immediately, and at the same time, a bright smile appeared on his face and he patted him on the shoulder: "I knew it."

Obviously the king of the penalty area was very happy about this. After hugging Juan and exchanging jerseys, he hummed and walked into the player tunnel. Obviously although he lost, he was still in a good mood.

Juan watched his figure leave and sighed softly.

In fact, it is quite proud to be regarded as an opponent by the king of the small penalty area.

It's an honor to be against a world-class striker, isn't it?

However, there was an uproar around at this moment, and Juan even heard a lot of exclamations that were almost the same as when he scored a goal. Portugal No. 23 looked up in a daze—he knew that no matter what happened at this time, Just stare at the big screen to see clearly.

However, he raised his head and only saw himself on the big screen.

If I had to add specific adjectives, it would be me who "only has a pure black sports vest on the upper body, and the vest is still attached to the body because of the humidity, showing all the muscle lines of the upper body".

Juan didn't care too much, although in fact he was a very personable person, but let's forget it because of the fun he played in this game!

He put the Dutch orange jersey on his shoulders, brushed his long hair running in front of him again, and walked towards the player tunnel leisurely, turning a blind eye to all the exclamations and commotions in the stadium.

He is so chic, and he doesn't know how many forums and personal homepages have been directly exploded just because of his first change of jersey in public. Similarly, the nearest message on his social account that he rarely cares about is also blocked. The stream of confessions and screams was drowned out.

"Juan he's off off off off off off off off!!!"

"Where is my Suxiao Jiuxin Pill!?! Where is the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill that I didn't finish eating during the competition?!"

"I want to lick his back, the sweat on his arms, and his abs!!"

"Want to pounce in his arms !!! Ah !!"

"He was so handsome in this game! And the last one is also very well received!! Thank you Ruud!! Thank you God!!!"

"This is really masculine and pleasant..."

Compared to these excited remarks and the "high-definition" photos that began to circulate on the Internet at a high speed, Juan himself was extremely calm. He greeted many players on the opposite side in the player tunnel. The players in the Netherlands are obviously not in the mood at this moment. Very good, but still exchanged a few pleasantries.

When he saw Van Persie wearing Ricardo's jersey, Juan's eyes moved, and then he nodded at the person.

Van Persie was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Juan to greet him, and he quickly nodded at the person. When Juan left, he couldn't help staring at his back.

"What are you looking at?" Ruud patted his head, "The last ball was beautiful, we just lacked a little bit of luck, you don't have to worry about it."

Van Persie touched his head, raised his head to look at Fanny, and the people who looked at him were not used to it: "What's the matter?"

"No..." Van Persie shook his head, and then smiled, "Boss, I'm not that fragile. If I lose a game, I won't survive!"

"That's good." Fanny nodded, and then glanced at the direction Juan left.

He knew who Van Persie was looking at, and he was actually a little emotional.

——This guy Figo is really lucky. With Juan Diaz here, why should Portugal worry about the future?

Juan didn't know that Fanny gave him such a high evaluation. Of course, even if he knew, he would only feel that he deserved this evaluation.

In fact, after returning to the dressing room, Juan was sprayed with champagne all over his body.

Portugal No. 23 stood numbly at the door of the locker room, watching the demons dancing inside.

"Wait, it's just a victory in the 1/8 finals, should we be so happy?" Seeing that the atmosphere was going to be out of control, Juan finally couldn't help but ask, although the victory in this game was really hard. It is too difficult, but there is no need for everyone to be happy like this, right?

Cristiano gave Juan a big roll of the eyes—this guy is also very heartless, and he is also one of the few people who can get together with Juan and continue to play around. Bold, many people admire him.

"What are you talking about, Juan, you have to be very happy if you win the game! We are advancing to the World Cup!!"

Juan felt that what his teammate said made sense, so he took a bottle of champagne and shook it, aiming directly at Cristiano's head.

"Bang!" Champagne splashed on Cristiano's head, and he rushed up with a yelp.