The Day I Played with Ronaldo

"Groso scored a penalty kick! The Italians won this World Cup! This is their fourth World Cup title, and the Brazilian's dream of six championships is over!"

"Farewell, Brazil! Don't cry! You have a magic quartet! This year you were unlucky, start again in 4 years! 4 years later, Ronaldinho is 30, Ricardo is 24, Adri Jarno and Kaka are both 28 years old, you will be more mature, you can continue to bring joy to the fans!"

"The old-fashioned and stable Italian had the last laugh. This result was beyond the expectations of many people. The mighty Brazilian team fell to the penalty shoot-out! The scene in 1994 has not been repeated. I don't know if Roberto Baggio will see this scene. Will be relieved! Italians, they have lost 3 times on penalties in the World Cup, but they beat themselves, broke through themselves! They deserve this title!"

When Grosso scored the ball, all the players of the Italian team jumped up and celebrated with forgetfulness.

The players of the Brazilian team fell as if they were swept by machine guns. Some people were lying on the turf and crying, some were lying on the turf, watching the sky and weeping quietly, some were standing there with their hips on their hips, their backs were bleak, and their tears were flowing.

No matter how brilliant they are, no matter how much media attention they have attracted before, at this moment they are just a bunch of embarrassing losers.

The eyes of the world are on new champions Italy.

In the world of competitive sports, there are always only champions.

The runner-up and the bottom one enjoy the same treatment.

That is to be forgotten.

Many people know that the "uncrowned king" refers to the Netherlands. It means that the Netherlands often has the strength to win the championship. They have won the runner-up in many competitions, but they have never won the championship.

So does anyone know how many times they've been runner-up? If you don't ask Google and Baidu, most people probably won't know.

But how many times has Brazil won the World Cup? Qualified fans can tell you the answer: five-star Brazil, of course, five championships.

So how many times has the Brazilian team won the World Cup runner-up? Except for real Brazilian fans, it is estimated that no one can answer it.

The answer is that, including this time, the Brazilian team has won three World Cup runners-up.

The runner-up is forgotten...

After everyone vented their emotions for a while, Cafu and other veteran players began to help their teammates up one by one.

FIFA officials began to build a podium in the middle of the field. The Italian players are having various carnivals, some are dancing, some are being interviewed, and some are paying tribute to the fans in the stands.

The players of the Brazilian team hid aside, secretly sad.

Ricardo didn't cry. He is one of the few Brazilian players who did not shed a tear. His tears were shed when he left the field injured.

When he was injured and left the field, he already had an ominous premonition, and now it is just that the premonition has come true.

After all, people are no match for fate. This championship is destined not to belong to Brazil.

Brazil did everything they were good at, but fell on two set pieces.

Time also, life also.

FIFA President Sepp Blatter watched the final, but it was UEFA President Johansson who presented the award.

First of all, some individual awards were presented, and Ricardo won the Golden Boot and Golden Globe alone.

In the 5 games he participated in, he scored 5 goals and assisted 4 goals, which far surpassed some celebrities.

And the red card he got was also sympathized by many people, who thought it was justifiable and did not affect his evaluation.

When he limped up to the podium to receive the small Golden Globe trophy from Johansson, Johansson whispered in Ricardo's ear with a smile: "You are the most talented young man I have ever seen. people,

I believe you have the potential to surpass Pele and Maradona. Don't cry, don't be sad, come back in 4 years! Your World Cup trophy will surely come. "

"Thank you." Licado bowed his head and said. He was in a low mood and didn't talk much.

The Golden Glove Award was awarded to Buffon, the best rookie award was Podolski, and the Most Watchable Team Award was awarded to Argentina.

If the Brazilian team succeeds in winning the championship, Ricardo will be the biggest winner.

If Ronaldo hadn't been injured, Brazil would definitely have won the title.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

I don't know how Ronaldo in front of the TV is feeling now?

Ricardo didn't dare to imagine.

sorry. If Ronaldo appeared in front of him now, he could only say these three words.

Next came the awarding of the judging team, each member of the judging team received a small gold medal.

Then it was Brazil who stepped up to the podium to claim their silver medal.

All the players of the Brazilian team drooped their heads, looked downcast, and looked like they had completely collapsed.

Like marionettes, they numbly walked up to the podium, took away their own silver medals one by one, and then walked off the podium, watching the Italians take away the Hercules Cup in high spirits, and the golden medals one after another. medals.

The rest of the time belongs to the Italians. The Brazilian players consciously left the center of the stage, and the camera followed the Italian players for a long time.

Ricardo felt that he had fallen into a nightmare, and it was a lucid nightmare, but he couldn't break free no matter what.

He couldn't hear another sound, the color in his eyes was gone, everything was black and gray.

There was a huge hollow in his chest, drowning out all colors and sounds.

He limped, walked numbly into the tunnel, pushed aside the reporters who were trying to interview him, walked into the locker room, and sat down on the bench, leaning feebly on the cabinet.

His mind was chaotic, many thoughts came one after another, but they were all fleeting, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he lowered his head and looked at his empty hands. I don't know where the silver medal was thrown by him.

How much he hopes to have a rematch, this time he will definitely seize the opportunity and keep the championship trophy.

How much he hopes that all this is really just a nightmare. When he wakes up, he finds himself in the locker room. Everyone is listening carefully to Pereira's tactics. The final against Italy is about to start.

How he wished that he could work harder in training in the past few years and spend more time in training, so that maybe he can seize one more chance in today's game...

He opened his closet, pulled out his cell phone, and dialed the speed dial key.

Soon, the phone was connected, and there were noisy voices from the stands on the other end. Shi Dela's voice came at the same time: "Licado?"

Licado took a deep breath: "Let's break up."

After a long silence, Shidela didn't cry or make a scene, but asked calmly, "Why?"

"I want to focus more on football. I hope the next World Cup will have no regrets. I hope I can stand at the top of football and win all the championships I can get..."

"All right……"

"What?"

"I said, okay," Shidela said calmly, "I knew there would be such a day. So be it, be it..."

"goodbye."

"See you again." Stella hung up the phone.

Licado hung up the phone, the hole in his chest was expanding.

Only more training, more games, more goals can ease that.

I'm going to run with all my might and I can't stop...until I hold the World Cup champion in my arms.

So, sorry, Stella...

As soon as he closed his eyes, the image of the Italian players holding the Hercules Cup and carnival appeared in front of his eyes. The Hercules Cup is surrounded by Mediterranean blue.

This image dispelled his pain, and dispelled the guilt and reluctance in his heart.

"Four years later, I will bring you home." Licado said in his heart.