The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Osvaldo made the final arrangement in the locker room. He uneasily emphasized the difficulty of the opponent again, don't underestimate the opponents because of their recent poor condition, and tirelessly talk about the characteristics of flamenco players. Speak again.

"... their main center defender André Bahia is very young, with excellent physical fitness, turning quickly, has been performing steadily for a long time, but lacks experience ..."

"Left-back Anderson, very good technology, average physical fitness, slow speed, slow turn, will only use the left foot kick, Rico you can try to break from his right side, use speed to beat him ..."

"Right-back Raphael, who is a little shorter, has no special shortcomings in other aspects, but there is no particularly outstanding place, Ricardo Jr., I believe you can meet his challenge ..."

Uh ...

After walking out of the locker room, São Paulo's players found themselves surrounded by red and black oceans. There were about 70,000 flamenco fans in this game, and the poor São Paulo fans only had more than 2,000. The tricolor position was like a lone sail in the ocean, and seemed to be crumbling in the storm.

The enthusiastic flamenco fans beat the gongs and drums. And when the live commentary started broadcasting the list of St. Paul's players, they were greeted by a huge boo.

的 People with less psychological pressure will even feel weak in this boo. Even Ricardo, who has seen big scenes, is a little nervous.

"Mad, this is to get us down." Rico shouted standing next to Ricardo. With his recent good performance, he once again won the opportunity to debut.

The scene is too noisy, and communication between players can only be heard by shouting. That noisy is like tens of thousands of flies buzzing in your ears, Ricardo just wants to raise his sword and make the world quiet ... "Think if you can get wonderful goals here, let this group The fans shut up, even for just a second ... "

Pu Ruike eyes brightened: "Then I can win a big contract, big wave girl, big house!"

Ricardo gave him a white look: "Can it be a little pursuit?"

"My pursuit is big enough, I'm not like you, I already have such a good contract, and the big girl Ambrosio winks at you."

Ricardo shut his mouth sensibly.

I was so disturbed by Rike that his tension was relieved a lot.

拍照 After taking pictures and guessing, Cheney guessed the coin and chose to kick off first.

Kaka and Fabiano stood in the middle circle, waiting for the referee to whistle. Ricardo noticed that flamenco goalkeeper Giulio Cesar was bowing his head in the goal to warm up, and a bold idea came into being.

"Kaka!"

Kaka looked back puzzledly.

"After the kickoff, the horse uploaded it to me."

Although puzzled, Kaka nodded.

"镝!"

Fabiano dialed the ball to Kaka, and Kaka knocked the ball to Ricardo gently, turning around and running forward.

At this point, the commentator was still reading the flamenco's big list. After Ricardo took the ball, he adjusted one step and moved the ball across the midfield line. It was found that Julio Cesar was still bouncing with his head down warm up.

Flamengo strikers Ze Carlos and Andrew Zinho rushed to Ricardo from left to right, but did not want to steal the ball, but at the beginning of the game, they had to run for a while to warm up, and forced Ricardo Pass the ball back.

Ricardo did not return. His support leg was firmly nailed in the grass with his left leg, his right foot was pulled out heavily, kicked in the lower part of the football, and brought up a piece of turf attached to the dirt. The football flew towards Flamengo's goal at an initial speed of more than 140 kilometers per hour. In people's eyes, it is like a rainbow crossing the sky.

After kicking the ball, Ricardo stood in place and quickly estimated in his heart. It should be able to hit the door frame. Whether you can score or not depends on luck.

A chilling sound was heard at the scene.

Flamenco's players watched the football in horror towards their goal. Several defenders ran towards the goal. Central defender Andrea Bahia loudly reminded his goalkeeper: "Julio!"

However, the scene was too noisy. Giulio Cesar, the Brazilian national champion and the victor of the future Inter Milan Triple Crown, did not hear his name at all.

When he noticed something strange, football has begun to fall sharply, just in front of him!

not good! Giulio Cesar hurried to make a flank, and time was running short. He didn't have time to adjust at all, and failed to fully exert his strength. At only 1.86 meters in height, he has tried his best to stretch his body, but his fingertips are still a little worse than football.

"珰" crisply, the football hit the lower edge of the beam, bounced, and has fallen within the goal line. Giulio Cesar responded quickly, and once he landed, he flicked the ball out of the goal.

"镝!" The whistle sounded again, and after a brief hesitation, the referee firmly pointed his hand at the center circle. The goal is valid!

Sugawara's originally boiling stadium suddenly fell silent at this moment.

I was like in a noisy night market, and suddenly someone shouted "City management is here". The chicken jumped for a short time, then suddenly went silent.

A lot of fans are still looking for their seats, most of the fans are still talking off-topic, they have not entered the state of watching the game at all.

But as soon as they blinked, they found that football was lying in the flamenco goal.

I didn't even respond to the commentator. On-site commentator Juan Oliveira was still looking down at Flamengo's appearance list, only to notice the silence at the scene looked up ~ www.NovelMTL.com ~ then noticed the referee's gesture and the goal Slowly tumbling football.

what's the situation?

卡 Ricardo flew to the sidelines, put his hands on his ears, and made listening gestures. His mood was not ecstatic at this moment, but messy. Did Marde really do that? Really makes Maracana silent? So can I still go down in history?

After a few seconds of lameness, a dizzy hissing sound was heard at the scene.

After Gao booed, this huge contrast gave Ricardo a little realism. Yes, I scored! Scored in Maracana! I just silenced Maracana just now!

He turned around and celebrated with his teammates who rushed at him.

Fabiano, who was closest to him, ran first, rubbing his hair in excitement, and said incoherently: "Oh my God, this kind of goal, this kind of goal! You are so good, you know? Ricardo Do you know what you did? "

The second Ricardo arrived, and he hugged Ricardo tightly: "I found that I started admiring you! My God, this ball is definitely the greatest goal of the season!"

Kaka, Riccardinho, etc. also rushed to express their astonishment and admiration.

The voice of the live commentator Oliveira began to sound. At the beginning, it was still a bit stubborn, slowly flowing, and more and more passionate: "In the sixth second of the opening, the São Paulo team started with No. 30 Ricardo Record! This is an imaginative midfield long-range shot that breaks the door guarded by Julio Cesar! "

"I can't find the right language to describe this goal! At this moment, all languages ​​are pale and weak! This is definitely a super world wave that can compete with the five best goals of the season! Poor flamenco, at all Even before returning to God, the score has fallen behind! "