Sports medicine starts with the Sun Miracle Doctor

Chapter 266 Victory is everything
Before the game, some media joked that Italy played an 802 lineup, with eight defenders and two forwards wandering in front, relying entirely on Vieri's personal ability to score goals.

But there was no one in the midfield to deliver cannonballs, and there was no rush from the wing.

The stubborn Trapattoni has also been unwilling to change his formation.

These are all shortcomings of the Italian team, but their lineup is too luxurious. These so-called shortcomings may be just nitpicking and some flaws.

But in this game, their luxurious lineup failed to open up the situation in front of Scolari's crazy 541 lineup.

Baggio holds the ball in front. When Italy attacks, their midfielder does not press forward enough, and the midfielder and forward are somewhat disconnected. This causes Baggio to feel like Batty. When he looks up, all the people standing in front of him are the Brazilian team. players.

Pulling the ball, changing direction, and passing the defender in one go, but the next moment, more people rushed forward.

After dribbling the ball for nearly 20 meters in one breath, Baggio fell unwillingly in front of the penalty area again.

He punched the turf angrily, and the little time left seemed like a reminder, making Baggio extremely irritable.

This is the final, the last game of my career. I have been preparing for this game for two full years.

But at this moment, Baggio suddenly realized that when he thought this way, he had already placed himself above the national team.

The sturdy bus in front of the door also opened the door at this moment.

Be meticulous, from defense in the backcourt to attack in the frontcourt, proceeding step by step without any rush, with tactics and levels.

Before this game, Totti gave up his No. 10 jersey, and Maldini also gave up his captain's armband.

Because of lack of unity, they may not be able to go this far.

The captain's armband is particularly visible on the raised arm.

I am not a lone hero, I am the core of the team and I want to lead the team to victory.

Yes, this is what I envisioned, the last game of my career. In my heart, I will save Italy like a hero, and then wave my hands and leave this green field gracefully, leaving an eternal legend. .

Totti chased back and forth, looking as embarrassed as a clown being played, but he did not give up, he just ran as hard as he could.

If I can still play, I should be able to score goals!
Baggio stood up, and the Brazilian team, which held the ball in hand, began to pour the ball back and forth.

When he missed a penalty kick in 94 and all of Italy blamed him, he did not feel sorry for himself, but moved on because he wanted to give an explanation to the fans who supported him.

Vieri was annoyed and wanted to punch himself, but when he turned his head, he saw Baggio clapping his hands and applauding him.

The pass, the return pass, suddenly started, the football seemed to be glued to the feet, jumping with Baggio.

Vieri nodded vigorously and strode back to defend.

But this time, Baggio didn't act recklessly. He suddenly kicked off and passed the ball.

The football flew over the heads of the Brazilian crowd and was accurately delivered to Vieri.

No one was lax anymore and began to work hard to fight for every ball. Vieri, who was always floating in front, also began to actively drop back to assist in defense.

Vieri fired an angry shot, and the football flew past the goal post, causing countless Brazilian fans in the stands to scream in fear.

I am wearing size 10!

On the sidelines, Scolari, whose nervous expression had eased because of the goal, slowly frowned again.

At this moment, Baggio was suddenly in a trance.

Vieri, who received the ball, didn't expect that the ball was passed so comfortably. He started instantly, and with one pass, he used his physical advantage to rush into the penalty area from Lucio.

Under his organization, Italy began to constantly threaten the Brazilian team's goal.

They call themselves artists on the court, so take a look at their last dance!

Baggio dribbled the ball forward from the right, passed two people, and made a fierce pass. Vieri followed up and shot furiously, but Marcos flew out and saved the goal.

When you complain about the unfair fate and why you can't score goals, you should think about whether you are too persistent.

Everyone was silently seeing off Baggio.

Baggio was screaming in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly felt calm.

Scolari suddenly discovered that the Italian team's offense on the field began to have a sense of hierarchy.

Scolari's eyes were locked on Baggio.

Even though Baggio is 35 years old, has suffered so many injuries, and plays with one and a half legs, he is Baggio, and no one can ignore him just because of his name.

He is passing the ball and constantly relying on his personal abilities to involve the defense and create opportunities for his teammates.

He turned around and ran into the backcourt, took the ball, and then no longer rushed forward with the ball as he did in the previous seventy minutes. He began to control the rhythm, began to observe the situation on the field, the positions of his teammates, and began to shout loudly. Teammates, keep gesturing to remind teammates.

From the corner kick, Vieri swung his head and almost scored.

So in this game, it doesn't matter whether you can score a goal or have a perfect ending. What matters is winning. There are countless people in the stands watching in front of the TV, looking at themselves and looking forward to their success. Italian fans.

In the first 70 minutes, Italy always has three goals. The defensive counterattack has been thoroughly studied by every team.

Victory is everything!

But now, Italy has begun to have tricks.

If in the group stage, everyone still had a lazy mentality, thinking that with their luxurious lineup, they could easily enter the finals and win the championship, then as the group almost qualified for second place, and then stumbled. After the finals, everyone became more serious and more united.

Brazil's thick defense was stretched and torn as Baggio broke through.

Before the game, Scolari made it clear that their defensive focus was Baggio.

Scolari suddenly panicked. Although Italy had never scored a goal, this style of play was too threatening.

"Hold on."

Scolari clenched his fists and muttered to himself, if he holds on for ten more minutes, Brazil will win.

Time passed by minute by minute.

When all the Italian players began to get anxious, Baggio remained calm in his heart, carrying the ball and keeping his eyes on the situation on the court, looking for defensive loopholes. He looked hard and found it.

When everyone's attention in Brazil was drawn to him and Vieri, Totti was like an assassin hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity.

When the Brazilian defense moved back and forth and subconsciously pressed forward, Totti started.

Baggio, who received the ball again, also passed the ball instantly.

A long pass from the right side of the midfield to the left, with a distance of more than thirty meters.

The football was accurately delivered to Totti.

Roque Junior turned around slowly, and Totti had already caught up with the football. He didn't have much time to adjust and prepare, so he was caught off guard.

An angry shot hit the near corner.

Marcos moved too slowly.

The football got into the goal under the gaze of countless eyes.

Scored!
In the stands, those Italian fans who bowed their heads in despair and dejected were like an erupting volcano, going crazy.

In the 86th minute, Baggio assisted and Totti shot, finally pulling Italy back from the brink of death.

After Chen Yu stared at the goal in bewilderment, he turned around and ran towards Baggio. Then, together with everyone else, Totti threw Baggio to the ground. Totti was a little confused.

It was absolutely even!
Damn this.

At more than 80 minutes, Chen Yu really thought Brazil was going to win.

"How could this happen?" Beside him, Kaka covered his face with his painful hands and muttered repeatedly.

He was ready to stand up and celebrate at any time.

On the other side, Lopez also had a face full of pain and kept muttering to himself: "How could it be a tie? I obviously dreamed that we won."

Chen Yu was silent.

Maybe it's because this is the charm of football.

Also, Chen Yu just remembered that he had seen before that dreams were the opposite.

No longer willing, the score came to 1 to 1.

When Collina blew the final whistle, Scolari suddenly woke up and quickly waved to Lopez and the two to discuss the overtime strategy.

In the last game, Brazil defeated Argentina with a golden goal.

This time, it's the same situation again.

Chen Yu didn't care about this. When Ronaldo returned to the bench in a daze, he quickly pulled him to check his calf.

When I took off my socks, I saw a big bruise.

But there's nothing wrong with it, just an ordinary flaw.

While massaging him to relieve fatigue, Chen Yu noticed that Ronaldo's eyes were a little complicated.

The good thing is that I am no longer as confused as in the last game.

But being defeated once again was quite shocking.

"Are you still in need of urination?" Chen Yu suddenly asked.

Ronaldo was stunned for five seconds before grinning and shaking his head: "It doesn't matter, Chen, just watch, I will definitely win."

Chen Yu nodded. After the last game, Ronaldo's will has become stronger.

If you are not determined, you will not be able to score the penalty kick.

"Come on." After the massage, Chen Yu patted Ronaldo on the shoulder and motioned for him to come on.

In fact, at this point in the game, no matter what the final result is, Chen Yu feels that he has no regrets.

Both teams gave it their all.

This time, Scolari made some adjustments, playing Rivaldo and replacing Ronaldinho.

At this decisive moment, he felt that Ronaldinho still lacked some experience, and Rivaldo also had certain organizational skills. He might be able to pass the ball well and create some miracles for himself.

Players from both teams hurried back to the court before they had time to think too much.

In the stands, fans from the two teams seemed to be competing, trying their best to outshine each other with their singing.

Collision, tearing, Ronaldo is like a giant ship chopping the wind and waves in the angry sea, constantly impacting Italy's concrete defense line.

Italy, led by Baggio, also continued to tear apart the Brazilian team's goal bus, trying hard to find scoring opportunities.

So much so that Lopez, who was next to Chen Yu, couldn't help but sigh: "Although I don't want to admit it, Italy was really strong in the second half."

Amazing chain defense, progressive organization of offense, super strong forward line, both offense and defense, almost no weaknesses.

And it all seemed to start when Baggio started to retreat and organize the attack.

"I don't blame Platini for saying that Baggio is the best number nine and a half player in the world." Lopez added.

Italy is rich in number 9 and a half, and Baggio is the best among them.

Chen Yu nodded nonchalantly, but kept his eyes on the timer. The time passed by minute by second, but neither team scored a goal.

Italy's defense has always been online, and Nesta and Maldini are among the top defenders in the world. Brazil's defense has dimmed a bit, but hard work can make up for it, and there is a bus in front of the goal, which is not so easy to break.

"It's not going to be a penalty shootout!"

Chen Yu's heart moved and he frowned.

(End of this chapter)