football's most handsome

Chapter 359

In fact, at this moment, Juan's heart is not as confident as it seems.

Especially when seeing the group of people in the Netherlands opposite.

At this moment, because of the yellow card just now, everyone is a little angry, especially the Netherlands. Half of the first half has passed, and they have not gained anything. This is not a good signal for the Netherlands.

Of course, the same is true for Portugal-you know, they have already scored at least one goal in the group stage at this time.

"Both Portugal and the Netherlands seem to be a little impatient at this moment. After the conflict just now, the players on both sides seem to be a little out of touch, and their foot movements have also increased... Robben was brought down! Costinha was defending Robben's It's time to put him on the ground! Let's see the replay on the big screen, whether Costinha hit the ball first, or the person who hit it first!"

Many Dutch fans stood up, staring in Robben's direction anxiously.At this moment, Robben was lying on the ground, covering his feet with his hands, looking very painful, and Costinia was obviously a little angry, but he restrained himself and explained to the referee - he knew that at this time he must You must calm down, otherwise you will easily be caught by the referee and a yellow card will be indispensable.

Players from Portugal and the Netherlands crowded over to defend their own players. While defending, they had to wait for the opponent. Obviously, the players on both sides became more and more unhappy when they saw each other with new and old hatred.

"He's taking revenge! Mattison pushed Gomez just now, so he's going to retaliate!" Loud said Loud on the side, obviously preparing to add fuel to the flames. The referee frowned and looked around, just about to put the whistle Instructions were given at the entrance, and a person squeezed through the crowd and came in.

The referee took a closer look and was a little surprised—it was Juan Diaz who came over.

After such a long game, the referee observed these players on the court. He keenly found that Portugal's No. 23 is a bit out of place on the court.

It's not about formation or coordination, it's just that compared to others, he really doesn't look like a player.

...Of course, before the World Cup, he was indeed not a player anymore, and he was probably not used to it when he suddenly returned to this status.

The young man with long blond hair casually scattered on his shoulders, exquisite eyebrows and eyes, even looked a little thin, did not look like a professional player no matter how he looked, let alone a midfielder.

——To be honest, a player with his appearance is too weak among a group of defensive midfielders. Maybe he will be more convincing as a forward.

Portugal's No. 23 defensive midfielder didn't know what the man in front of him was thinking at this moment. In fact, he just looked back at Robben who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead, and then turned his head and said seriously to the referee: " Sir, before you make a penalty, I would like to ask you to recall what happened a few minutes ago, and also ask you to recall Costinha's performance on the court, whether he would do such a thing You know better than me, don't you?"

The referee wondered how he could be clear, but still nodded with narrowed eyes—of course he remembered what happened before, the pushing and shoving between the Netherlands and Portugal, his penalty was indeed to suppress the commotion on the field, but Just a verbal warning and it is indeed cheaper for Holland.

Since the Netherlands can be cheaper once, why can't Portugal be cheaper once?

You must know that in this kind of international competition, the referee on the field must choose to be neutral. He is neither Dutch nor Portuguese, and there is no need to favor either side.

The referee put down his hand that had started to touch his pocket, and Dirk, who was waiting to see a joke, opened his mouth wide: "Wait, it's not fair!"

"It's fair!" The referee glared at him, "The game continues!"

Robben obviously didn't expect to get nothing. He opened his mouth and muttered: "At least I have to give a free kick..." Without a goal, the Netherlands is really worried, especially at this time !

The Portuguese players were obviously also a little surprised. They didn't expect Juan to come over and talk, and he persuaded the referee with a few words... Although the punishment itself may not be strong, it is possible to give the Netherlands a chance to score a goal!

Seeing the referee signaling the game to continue, Juan breathed a sigh of relief and prepared to run away. However, he ran two steps and found that his teammates hadn't moved. He turned his head and was very surprised: "What are you doing in a daze? Run quickly, the game hasn't started yet. It's over."

"No, we just didn't expect..." Costinia touched his head and was about to organize a wave of conversation, but what he wanted to say was quickly interrupted by Juan, and Portugal No. 23 waved his hand Very calm: "If there is anything to say during the intermission, the game will be played first."

"Okay." Costinia nodded, and then showed a bright smile.

The game starts again, Portugal's possession of the ball.

Costinia dribbled the ball, at this moment Robben had already stood up, looking at him reluctantly, as if looking at his sworn enemy, Costinia smiled dumbly, and directly passed the ball Pass away without staying - he doesn't intend to keep the ball at his feet anymore. Although he is a little sticky to the ball, at least he still knows whose feet the football can play a greater role to the team.

The football was sent to Deco's feet.

His position has been pushed to the front, almost becoming a front midfielder. For this, Deco is a little dissatisfied-after all, the vision ahead is much smaller. Similarly, within this range of vision, The people in the back are not easy to observe, and I can only see the players in the front who are ready to attack.

Then he saw at a glance... Juan? ?

Deco was stunned for a moment, but at the same time, his steps were not chaotic at all, and he broke through directly. After bypassing Van Bommel in front of him, he chose to cross the ball to the right.

The commentary was a little excited: "Deco's cross! The football flew to the right, and there are two people on the right that are already ready to move... We don't know whether it will be Juan Dias or Cristiano Ronaldo. The two young people brought us a very surprising experience during the group stage. The Netherlands is obviously very afraid of these two people. Van Blondhorst chased them again. His task today is to watch Juan Dias?"

The football is flying towards the sideline, and the two people rushing towards the football, one is Juan and the other is Cristiano Ronaldo, there are people around them who are defending, making some actions to harass them and let them run Movement is not so smooth.

A cold light flashed in Juan's eyes.

Van Blondhorst has a lot of small moves in his hands, especially the goal of the Dutch defender seems to be aimed at his hair, and one or two of them are obviously almost pulled.

Juan doesn't want to feel how painful it is to be pulled by someone's hair while running, and he also doesn't want to give the other party such a chance... He glanced at Cristiano's side, the young man was running fast, and Matheisen followed It's hard work, and this player is obviously not the kind of player with a very good personal level, so Juan is very relieved... Slow down.

Van Blondhorst was obviously very surprised. After all, he never thought that Juan would give up the ball. According to their tactical research, isn't Juan Dias the core engine of Portugal's single game?

Why did he stop suddenly?

Juan turned his head and smiled at him, his expression was indescribable: "Don't you want to pull my hair? I'm here now, come on."

Van Blondhorst obviously didn't expect him to show such an expression, and subconsciously took half a step back, but soon he posted it again without saying a word.

Juan glanced at him, then looked in the direction of the football.

Deco's kick was fast and accurate. Cristiano was very relaxed when he received the ball, but he encountered a little difficulty when he broke through.

Matheisen's defensive action was very big, Cristiano didn't even have room to break through, and the opponent would use his body to block the referee's sight. Juan clearly saw several times of his pushing and shoving movements.

His brows immediately frowned and he wanted to go forward to make a relief, but Van Blondhorst moved and stood in front of him, showing his white teeth at him: "You can't leave yet."

Juan raised his eyebrows: "You also want to stop me?"

"How do you know it won't work if you don't try it?" The Dutch defender chuckled and raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Fanny said he wanted to fight you...but I think he may have made a big fuss. It's not that I didn't watch your game, but in this way."

"Oh, is that so?" Juan smiled slightly, and was not angry. He just turned his head and walked away. Van Blondhorst followed behind and continued talking...the so-called trash talk on the court.

Juan didn't even look at him, jogging calmly, it looked like he was taking a walk, Van Blundhorst was persistent, he didn't believe that young and energetic players could endure for a long time, his only task in this game It is to create all kinds of troubles for Juan Diaz, and it is best to send him off!

However, Juan just stood still, not even looking at him, his ice blue eyes did not waver in the slightest.

...that is, the color of the pupils seems to be getting lighter and lighter.

When Van Blondhorst was thinking this way, the person in front of him suddenly paused for a moment, and then suddenly stepped forward!

The Dutch defender followed up subconsciously, but it was still a step too late.

The football fell lightly to Juan's feet!