The first half of England's Brazil summit was generally evenly matched, with England purposefully putting pressure on their opponents' defence and capitalising on their opponents' mistakes to take the lead.

England in the second half has no lion nature, more like a poor kitten who can only protect his head and endure the opponent's violent beating, at most he just stretches out his paws to scratch the opponent frantically, and pays his own price, the 9 yellow cards can be described as shocking, even so, it still can't stop the opponent's strong attack, and finally loses the good situation, and the shape shì turns sharply!

When people all over the world thought that England's fate was hanging by a thread, at best, they could only resign themselves to their fate and stand on the roulette game of the penalty shootout, the scarred wild cat in the second half suddenly transformed into an unprecedented beast, the suffocation brought by the behemoth, the oppressive force was only a moment, but it was unforgettable!

When McManaman scored his first goal of the tournament, many spectators, both in the stands and in front of the TV, were speechless and shocked!

England played a magnificent attack, the momentum is incomparable, although it was only possible for about 10 seconds, but this changed the fate of England, changed the fate of Brazil, the curly dog waded through the sliding tackle interception of Lucio, a shot aimed at the far corner of the goal, for the pinnacle of the battle to draw an end, to many people are still unsatisfied.

I haven't seen the Brazilian team exert their strength in extra time, and I want to see if the England team can continue to interpret the domineering offensive momentum that swallows mountains and rivers. Only the thoughts of countless people remained. It's okay to sigh. Suddenly, history was born at this moment: on the evening of June 26, 2002, England eliminated Brazil in extra time with McManaman's golden goal to advance to the final, and met with the old rival Germany in Yokohama!

Saitama World Cup Stadium.

After McManaman's goal, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the game.

The atmosphere of the stands of the whole stadium is divided into two, half sea, half flame.

Brazilian fans were gloomy. Tears flowed.

England fans roared, reveled, waved their arms, and young couples hugged and kissed

In the England live commentary room, Martin Taylor was constantly chanting England, Andy Gray jumped up from his seat, ran wildly around the small commentary room, and even pulled female colleagues to dance funny dance steps, and the suave Lineker laughed out loud. Arrogant

In the stadium, England was on the bench. The coaches all rushed into the field.

If you have not felt the horror of suffocation, you cannot understand the excitement of escaping at this moment, which is not like defeating your opponent.

The 26-year-old young marshal rushed into the field, knelt on his knees, slid five meters, and then was surrounded by players and coaches, stacking Arhats.

The Samba Army, who lost their ticket to the final, had not yet recovered, except for Lucio and Marcos, who were lying on their backs on the turf, and the others stood on the ground with their waists crossed, their faces glazed over, as if they did not understand what was happening.

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

In the last wave of England's attack, 9 people pressed through the half, except for Southgate, the other 8 people surrounded the Brazilian team's penalty area!

Have you ever seen someone play like this?

Have you ever seen the Jedi Strike Back be so crazy?

No!

Today, I opened my eyes and lost the most important game!

Scolari hung his head, the game was over, and there was nothing to think about anymore.

But he still muttered to himself: "I can't think of wow, I can't figure it out!" ”

For this game, he spent a lot of painstaking research on England, studying England's previous five games all night, trying to understand the essence of England's counterattack in every game.

In this game, the Brazilian team has actually done a good job, and the England team's previous magical counterattack did not even have a 5 percent effect.

But perhaps it was precisely to deliberately restrict, but because of a small loss, the Brazilian team failed to play its best in the first half, which is the source of this, and the timely correction in the second half, a qiē, seems to be in control.

When it comes to extra time, the Brazilian team is about to exert its strength, and it is about to come up with another peak attack to crush England, what chance does England have? Absolutely nothing!

At the end of the second half, the price of nine yellow cards looked like it was just a death throes.

I can't think of wow!

Looking at the world, who can be as decisive and ruthless as that young marshal, cut off his own way of retreat, and really have to give it a go!

And in such an extreme way.

There is only one chance, only this time.

In regular matches, it can't be used, because even if it is done, there is still time left for Brazil.

Only let them slow down before overtime, and gave the young marshal to make this counterattack impeccably arranged, and, there is also the damn golden ball system!

Without the Golden Ball, what would happen to Brazil even if they were scored a goal now? With more than 20 minutes left, 9 members of the England team were yellow, and their physical fitness was also close to exhaustion, and the Brazilian team did not say that it equalized, and even scored two goals to reverse the hope of a great hope!

Scolari looked up and looked at the young marshal who was surrounded by everyone in the field.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: What a and unforgettable figure.

Not to mention that the sword is on the side, such a desperate fight, and the fucking bet won!

In this world, I am afraid that there is really no second football coach who will be so crazy.

Heaven on one side, hell on the other.

England is going to Yokohama, Brazil is going to Daegu.

Scolari was bitter at this time, but he was not very resigned, and realized in hindsight that if I had left all my worries behind from the beginning, I am afraid that the battle would have been settled in 90 minutes.

Is it wrong to lose?

What reason is there to complain?

He walked into the court and began to comfort his disciples.

Aldridge put his arms around Bart and Rio Ferdinand.

The two men who will be suspended for the next game and miss the World Cup final are more excited than anyone else, but when Aldridge put his arms around them, the two almost burst into tears.

World Cup final!

The dream of a lifetime, so close. But you can only watch from afar.

Xiao Luo crossed his hands and looked up at the night sky. The frenzied celebrations of the English people lingered in their ears. It was as if he had fallen into a state of isolation and loneliness.

The hustle and bustle is gone, and everything is silent, just looking at the clear night sky, the sky more worthy of admiration than London.

The chance to reach the top of the ball is gone, and the Hercules Cup is gone.

Xiao Luo suddenly tugged at the corners of his mouth, as if he was laughing.

Think of England's final overwhelming blow.

It's really the style of the head.

One shoulder was wrapped, Xiao Luo turned his head to look and saw a familiar face.

"Do you blame me?"

Xiao Luo shook his head. "If you lose, you lose, although, if you are not the coach of England, Brazil should have no problem winning, but since you are, and England wins, there is nothing to complain about, if you do it again, England without you will be won by Brazil, and finally win the final." But what's the point of that? The strongest in the world? ”

Aldrich pondered it and said, "That's it." It's really in the style of a mad lion. ”

"Who made me a lion? Isn't that what Coach Tian said? Football, it's not the strong who wins, it's the winner who is strong, losing is losing, complaining, what kind of football do you play? Just go and open a column and be a ball critic. ”

Xiao Luo also put his arm around Aldridge's shoulders, the master and apprentice of the club, the enemy of the World Cup, this scene made all the reporters on the scene rush over to shoot three meters in front of the two.

The two have long been accustomed to this kind of scene, and in the eyes of others, this scene has too many intriguing meanings.

Aldrich, who has long been included in the legend, Xiao Luo, is just waiting to be crowned king.

Whoever goes to Yokohama will have a higher status in history.

Although it is a little cruel, but the reality is so, Aldridge led LinkedIn Gran to the final, and Ronaldo is still the favorite for this year's Ballon d'Or, but missed the best chance to be crowned champion.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"Since the World Cup, every period of time. Thierry agreed with me to meet in Yokohama last month, but he left early, I thought that I would have the opportunity to meet directly with Bernd in four days, and I was surprised when I thought about it, and now, there is no chance, but it's okay, I am happy to see you go to Yokohama, win or lose, you win, congratulations, you lose, laugh at you, hahaha. ”

Aldrich raised the corners of his mouth, and there was a touch of relief in his heart, he watched Xiao Luo grow up, especially on the day of the defeat in Munich, Xiao Luo, who was in tears, really grew up overnight and became more mature in mentality.

Xiao Luo suddenly said: "Although I don't resent anything, but after all, I lost a ticket to the final, the World Cup final, not the League Cup final, Henrik, Bernd They must have some grievances against you, there is a feeling of being betrayed by you, hehe, I should always get something back from you as compensation, right?" ”

Aldrich smiled dumbly and asked, "Then what do you say I should do?" ”

Xiao Luo cracked his mouth and said, "Robbery! I haven't read the new contract that the club gave me, it was 50,000 yuan a week salary before, and now I want 70,000 yuan! ”

Aldrich shook his head and turned to leave, Xiao Luo shouted without stopping: "Don't be stingy, 69,000,68,605 is always okay, right?" Aldrich! Anyway, I'm Millwall! You can't make my heart cold! ”

Aldridge stopped, turned around, looked at Xiao Luo with a strange face, and asked, "You really didn't look at the new contract?" ”

Xiao Luo's eyes widened suddenly, and he said, "Did you give 70,000?" Such a coincidence? Then add another 10,000! Give Lao Tzu 80,000 weekly salary! The highest in the team, I want to be the boss! ”

Aldrich didn't say a word, looked at Xiao Luo with a smile in his eyes for a while, and looked at Xiao Luo in his heart: You won't make your head angry, right?

"That's, it was just a joke"

Aldrich dropped a sentence and left.

"You should have had the consciousness to be the boss of the mad lion!"

Xiao Luo was confused again, what did he mean?

On this day, pubs were packed all over England to celebrate England's progress to the final.

On this night, Ronaldo was informed by his agent Andrew that Millwall had prepared a new contract for him before the World Cup, with a weekly salary of 100,000 pounds plus loyalty bonuses, which was the same as the salary of the three captains in the team and ranked among the highest salaries in the team.

The top 32 competed in the world, and after a month of fighting, the blood-stained World Cup came to an end. (To be continued......)