At 7 p.m. on July 9, 2006, the Olympic Stadium in Berlin was brightly lit and the most lively moment. The official start of the final will start one hour later, and the talent show of this World Cup is taking place. Although it is not the main course of the evening, it is more than enough as a lively appetizer.

Since the game has not yet started, fans are also happy to watch the excitement while recuperating, and make sufficient volume reserves for the upcoming big show. In this way, the two groups of fans who were very noisy before the start of the game are very quiet at this moment. One by one, they took the mobile phones in their hands and embellished the stands of the Berlin Olympic Stadium into a charming sea of stars, shining silver and not charming.

If it is said that there is nothing to do outside, then in the locker rooms of the two teams, it is a black cloud pressing the city, the atmosphere is solemn, and the wind and rain are coming. Although the main forces on both sides, even including the substitutes, are all battle-hardened generals who have seen big scenes, but when it comes to the threshold of the World Cup finals, they are really like rookies who have just debuted, their hearts tremble and their bodies tremble.

At this time, Lao Lei, who was sitting in his position making final preparations, felt as if he was surrounded by a group of "Parkinson's disease" patients. "Click, click, click" The sound of shoe spikes constantly hitting the floor of the locker room, like a convulsive patient, kept burrowing into his ears, making people feel slightly irritated. He was immersed in his thoughts, and he was pulled back to the real world.

Slightly frowning and looking left and right, huh. Cristiano Ronaldo, Deco, and Kostiani around him all looked like they were going crazy. It's as restless as an ant in a hot pan. And it's not just them, Lao Lei took a closer look. Even Figo, the oldest in qualifications, is not much better. I don't know if it's because of the too much attention and pressure on this final, anyway, the spiritual leader of Portugal can't regulate his nervousness at this time. Although he tried to keep a cold face and pretend to be calm, the dry lips and uneasy shaking pupils sold his irrepressible nervousness clean.

As soon as he saw this, Lao Lei instantly forgot that he was a little nervous and uneasy, looked down at his feet, and instantly felt that his grade was much higher. Take a look at the teammates around you. Those little eyes have a little meaning to look at all beings. "Poof!" Thinking of this, Lao Lei couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and couldn't help laughing. It's amazing that the sound of laughter is like an invisible hook, which hooks out all the uneasiness and nervousness in his heart. All of a sudden, this heart was like a thousand pounds of boulder, properly stable.

In the rather heavy locker room, Lao Lei burst out laughing. It's very conspicuous. In an instant, everyone couldn't help but glance at him, not knowing what this uncle was making trouble again. However, the real impact of this is very small. It's like throwing a pebble into a big lake, and the waves don't even touch a single hair on the shore.

Nothing happened, and everyone asked "why are you laughing", and then Lao Lei made a message that was uplifting. The bloody declaration that killed Italy to the scum in minutes, and then drove away the tension in everyone's hearts at once. The pattern of the royal story that ignited their enthusiasm and fighting spirit, everyone was just overwhelmed by nervousness again. threw Lao Lei and his laughter into the corner where he didn't know.

To be honest, Lao Lei enjoyed the heavy and oppressive atmosphere in the locker room, because this is the real taste of the war, and only a real big scene can give birth to such a dignified atmosphere. Although this is not conducive to Portugal's performance in the opening period of time, Lao Lei has no intention of breaking the current atmosphere, one is that he is unwilling to do it, and he can't do it.

He is reluctant to do it because he enjoys it very much, and he can't do it because it is human nature, which cannot be changed and avoided. In the face of the World Cup final, which is very important and does not exceed one hand in a lifetime, if you are still boiling with blood and screaming at the beginning, it is not called a fighting spirit and a big heart, but a biao, or it can also be called a brainless.

Prudence, and prudence, is the most normal way of thinking for players at this time. With the example of Baggio, who ruined his life with one goal, no one will not be frightened by this, step by step. Losing the World Cup final is a lifelong regret for any player. No player would want to end their career with such a big regret. Therefore, under this huge psychological pressure, nervousness is an instinct that no one can get rid of, not even a naturally big heart like Lao Lei.

Moreover, these inevitable tensions, apart from some minor disadvantages, are not without good points. The reason is also simple, no one in such an occasion does not make detailed preparations for any eventuality. Therefore, the strategy of trying to grab the start and catch the opponent off guard is often an act of looking for death at such times. At best, someone seized the opportunity to complete the momentum and counterpressure on the situation, or at worst, their own goal was the first to lose, and it was not impossible to even collapse. Either of these situations can be extremely dangerous for any team.

Therefore, converging the edge and stabilizing the position in action is the best game mode for the World Cup final. Of course, it doesn't mean that the opening attack is necessarily bad, but as long as you check a little about the time of the first goal in the World Cup finals, the trade-offs and advantages are very obvious.

Now that there is a golden rule of history in front of him, Lao Lei is not so ambitious that he must create a new situation. Although he has the ability to do so, he is not so stupid, and being decent is the best option at such times. decided on the way to play at the beginning, and the next Lao Lei didn't have to worry about it, because there was only one way in front of Portugal, and that was to attack. And what Lao Lei and Portugal have to think about is just how to attack.

Because there is no need to think about it to know what strategy Italy will come up with in the upcoming decisive battle, and the only way to do so is to defend and counterattack. After all, this can be regarded as the essence of Italian football, and it is also the natal skill of the Italian national team, and there is absolutely no reason for people to give up this gatekeeping skill on such a major occasion to play offensive with you. Even a person with a big brain, I'm afraid he can't come up with such an idea.

"Hey, Reima, got in a daze, went out to warm up." Kostiani's voice interrupted Lao Lei's deeper and deeper thoughts, and brought his spirit back to reality. At this time, the closing ceremony has ended, and the real feast of the final is finally on the table.

"Oh, I see." Coming back to his senses, Lao Lei quickly got up and followed the large army that had already walked out of the locker room door. "Boom!!" As soon as you step out of the players' tunnel, the first thing you are greeted by is a sound wave that is like a substance. Although it was just a warm-up, it was enough to divert the fans' attention from those beautiful celebrities and celebrities. For a while, the little silver light in the stands kept flashing on and off, just like the real Milky Way, spectacular and beautiful.

The Portuguese players stepped on the pitch with their front feet and the Italian players walked out of the players' tunnel with their back feet, and the two sides met for the first time in this World Cup. Because of the fact that they played each other in the knockout round of the World Cup in 02, this Italian team is no stranger to Lao Lei. However, it is not very familiar, at most it is half-baked.

Compared to the 02 World Cup, this Italy team has completed the renewal. In addition to the big Inzaghi and Piero who sat on the bench, Maldini, Vieri, Montella and others have disappeared, replaced by many newcomers. Many of them may have made a name for themselves in international football, but because Chelsea haven't played against many Italian teams in recent seasons, they are still new and new to Ray, at least.

After watching a large number of videos of the Italian game in the past few days, these newcomers may not know all of them very well, but they are at least familiar. Among them, what interests Lao Lei the most is not Toni, an emerging striker in Italy, but Grosso and Materazzi. The former is because it is too sudden in this World Cup, so Lao Lei has to look sideways. And the latter, the reason why he can attract Lao Lei is entirely because he, like Lao Lei, is a bad boy on the court.

If Grosso just made Lao Lei quite amazing, then Materazzi made Lao Lei very interested. Well, there are a lot of similarities in this. When searching for Materazzi's information, Lao Lei saw a very exciting video, that is, after the match between Inter and Siena in the 04-05 season, Materazzi beat the opposing defender Kirillo in the player's tunnel, beating the opponent to the point of cracking his lips. After watching this video, Lao Lei immediately came to the conclusion that Materazzi's fists are definitely better than his foot skills.

Perhaps because he hadn't seen such a clear-cut villain for too long, Lao Lei then searched for other news about Materazzi with relish. Sure enough, he didn't disappoint Lao Lei, what flew to kick Inzaghi, shoveled Shepchenko, insulted Mancini, and let Lao Lei reach a high * tide in minutes, in a word, Wang Ba looked at mung beans, and he really had to look at the right eye.

However, looking at the right eye and looking at the right eye, Lao Lei didn't feel that he could be friends with him. Before the game, Lao Lei had a strong premonition that he would definitely have a lot of stories and "very interesting" stories in this decisive battle with this big man of more than 190.

I'm really looking forward to it!

Glancing at the tall figure, Lao Lei couldn't help but feel that he was a little boiling, and his eyes were full of aggressive light.

Blazing!

Fiery!! (To be continued......)