i am beckham

Chapter 248 He is Sunshine

Beckham stood in front of the ball, with his hands on his hips observing the expression of the Juventus man.

The face of the "black and white man" is either ridiculed or joking, and some buddies don't even bother to look at him.

Gary Neville bared his teeth and wanted to get into the human wall. The human wall formed by Didier Deschamps and Di Livio was tightly connected, and the upper limbs of the two were tightly squeezed together. He tried all his breastfeeding strength, but still couldn't squeeze in.

The future legend of Manchester United was so heartbroken that he simply squeezed his head between the arms of the two men.

Deschamps and Di Livio looked ahead, but suddenly began to communicate loudly.

Then the scene that surprised Beckham appeared. Two defenders suddenly exerted force in the middle, clamped Gary's head tightly with their arms, and did not hold back their hands at all, as if they wanted to kill him.

Beckham ran towards the wall and complained to the referee. Before he could get to the wall, Deschamps was pushed from behind to eat shit.

Keane is freaking out!
He stepped forward abruptly, bent down and scolded the Frenchman angrily: "You despicable scum, you have the guts to come at me!"

Keane, who has practiced boxing and mixed martial arts, moved as he spoke, already holding the Frenchman between his legs.

If in a mixed martial arts competition, as long as he sits down, he will form a riding position that is a fatal threat to Deschamps.

Once this action is formed, it means that the offensive player can unleash unlimited punches and even elbows on the opponent below him.

This action made Deschamps curl up his legs subconsciously, it is human instinct to protect himself.

Keane was still talking trash. The experienced Deschamps realized that he was safe and immediately turned around and raised his arms towards the referee.

Di Livio looked at Gary Neville with his head in his arms, with a look of surprise on his face. The expression on his face clearly said: "What's going on, I didn't notice that this kid was caught by us!"

The referee immediately ran to the scene of the incident, and just as his "killing intent" towards Keane was about to form, Gary Neville came over panting heavily, clutching his neck, pointed to Deschamps and Di Livio, and said in half-baked Russian: "They want to strangle me!"

Gary Neville knelt on the ground in pain and breathed heavily. This wave of operations made Beckham heave a sigh of relief.

Although Gary's performance is slightly exaggerated and his expression is contrived, he fully enters the scene and speaks a half-baked Russian.

The Ukrainian referee obviously understood, and his eyes hesitated.

Keane's action aggressiveness just now is top-notch, and the plot is very bad. In his judgment scale, it is dangerously bright red.

But the appearance of Gary Neville shook him. He suddenly felt that Keane had a reason for doing what he did. No man should turn a blind eye to his teammates being bullied like that.

For such an iron-blooded man, the fighting nation has empathy.

Coupled with Gary Neville's last sentence in Russian, he felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

A huge empire that was once frightening fell apart overnight. As a witness of the times, like most ordinary people, he has tossed and turned for countless nights because of the pain in his heart.

Although it is thoughtless to want to go back to the past, it is heartless to forget the past.

Which ordinary person is willing to watch the motherland fall apart in his lifetime?

The heart of the referee on duty began to shake violently. He gritted his teeth and wanted to fulfill the duties of a referee, but another thought kept shaking his will.

Just as he was struggling violently, an angry Jugovic rushed to Keane and pushed the Irishman.

He originally thought that Keane was finished, but he waited and waited, but he couldn't see the red card he was thinking about.

The grumpy Balkan guy finally couldn't bear it anymore. Since no one was helping his teammates to uphold justice, he wanted to do it himself.

He pointed at Kean's nose, swearing in a wave of Yugoslavia, and even went up to grab the other's collar.

Beckham's eyes suddenly lit up. The Yugoslavs were obviously out of control. As long as the inner demons continue to grow and grow, the red card is completely fine.

But just when Yugovich's hand was about to grab Keane's neckline, Johansen came out of the sky. He ran to Keane, knocked Yugovich staggered a few steps with his body, and almost fell down.

The Norwegian muscular man easily crushed the medium-sized Jugovic and protected his teammates. The players of the two teams then broke out in large-scale physical contact.

More than a dozen people kept rushing together, but they still couldn't get started.

The referee's whistle finally sounded, and he called the linesman to his side to discuss a few words, and then showed the yellow cards to Deschamps, Keane, Jugovic and Johnson.

Players from the two teams pretended to complain for a while and rejoined the game.

Lippi and Ferguson were at odds with each other around the fourth official and parted badly.

Beckham tried his best to suppress his disappointment. It would be nice if the referee could send Jugovic off.

He immediately told himself not to be too greedy, if the referee showed Keane a red card at that time, there would be no follow-up plot.

Gary Neville continued to drill into the gap in the wall, and he kept exerting force on Didier Deschamps, who was wearing yellow scarf, just trying to irritate him.

Deschamps looked forward with his head held high, showing the unique arrogance of the French.

He allowed Gary Neville to stop, but when the referee blew his whistle, he led his teammates to keep running forward in small steps, moving two or three meters forward without knowing it.

Beckham, who was just about to run up, saw this scene and immediately stopped to appeal to the referee.

The referee asked the wall to retreat, and after a lot of tossing, he was ready to blow the whistle.

Gary Neville began to drill into the wall again, and the Juventus team's wall continued to jump forward when Beckham was about to run up. They just wanted to disrupt the opponent's rhythm in this way.

Beckham could only stop again, and he helplessly spread his hands towards the referee.

This is obviously not to let people play well
Immediately there were boos from the Manchester United phalanx. Beckham looked up at the stands of the Munich Olympic Stadium, and all he saw were yellow seats.

Why does Munich's football stadium look so much like Dortmund's stadium?

"David, step on the horse and concentrate on me, don't look at those damn stands!"

Ferguson stepped on the sideline and greeted Beckham.

Beckham, who was reprimanded by the old man, suddenly recovered and refocused on the game.

He can only lament in his heart how strong the defending champion is. The opponent's series of operations just now are constantly interfering with free throwers and disrupting his rhythm.

To be honest, Beckham has grown up so much, and it is the first time he has experienced such a long free kick. From Deschamps' foul to now, it must have exceeded 5 minutes.

Such a long wait completely disrupted his rhythm, and when he waited for the referee to blow his whistle again, he found himself getting nervous.

He could see not far away, the Juventus crowd was looking at him provocatively, as if to say: "Boy, you are a good-for-nothing!"

Keane, Cantona, Cole, Johnson, and Gary Neville all looked at him anxiously.

This scene just drove him crazy!
At this moment, he remembered the words of Old John: "As a professional player, you can never get rid of tension, fear, pain and failure. You can only face these, let them baptize you, and then keep moving forward."

That's right, no one can change the status quo now except yourself.

The fear of missing a free kick and the fear of disappointing your teammates will not help you in the slightest, so you can only forget about it at this time!

All decisions are part of life, and all results are also part of life. As long as he is not ashamed of his heart, he can bear all the results!
The referee's whistle sounded, and the smile returned to Beckham's face.

He ran his hands through the blond hair that obscured his view, and took one last look at the goalkeeper.

The Italian national goalkeeper Peruzzi is as solid as a rock. He stands on the left side of the goal with his knees bent, like a spring that is pressed to the extreme and ready to fly out at any time.

But so what?

As long as I kick the ball to his extreme position, this short goalkeeper who is only 1 meters will never think of throwing his own free kick.

Beckham started the run-up, and the Juventus wall jumped again.

But unlike the previous few times, they moved forward suddenly, and then stopped moving forward.

Gary Neville scolded his mother directly in the middle of the human wall. He didn't expect that free kick defense could be played like this, and he could already be called shameless.

Ferguson clenched his fists tightly, unaware that his nails had dug into his flesh.

He said silently in his heart: "David, don't stop, the referee will not give you a chance to kick again this time!"

Not only can't stop, he believes that as long as there is a stop, the free kick will be gone.

Beckham didn't stop for a moment, he still kept the muscle memory of constant practice, running along the arc towards the ball.

The same as the rhythm during practice, the moment he was about to kick his feet, he adjusted his steps just right. He neither approached the football, affecting his power, nor did he need to deliberately lean forward and use his legs to find the football.

Under the gaze of the entire court, Beckham raised his left arm, leaned his body to the left by inertia, supported his body firmly with his left leg, and exerted force suddenly with his right leg.

The football then flew into the air.

Beckham, who almost tried his best to show his ultimate move, looked up at the football. Now he, like everyone else on the field, has become a melon eater.

Vieri on the right side of the wall jumped high and hit the football hard. The football passed over his head, and the hair on the left side of the Italian stood up because of the air flow.

Peruzzi leaned slightly to the left, then immediately moved to the right.

Ferguson's heart skipped a beat. Ever since Beckham practiced such a sharp curve ball, few goalkeepers can judge the free kick line immediately, even Schmeichel often judges the wrong direction.

Because whether Beckham's free kick flies to the right or left of the goal, the line when it rises is basically the same.

If you want to judge the flight trajectory of the football, you must first see the direction of the football's rotation, but Ferguson has not figured out what's going on until now. I didn't expect Peruzzi to predict it successfully when the football just passed the wall.

There are still two brushes in the Italian national gate. He quickly took a step sideways, then a cross step, and finally kicked his left leg suddenly, and his body was immediately horizontal in the air.

From Ferguson's point of view, Beckham's free kick angle is not tricky, and the final landing point is probably 1 meter inward from the left post.

This position can be met by Italians.

Now it's up to the football or the goalkeeper to come first.

Ferguson is not optimistic, because Peruzzi has football in front of him.

He subconsciously wanted to exhale the fragrance, but just as he yelled "F", his voice stopped abruptly.

Beckham's free kick suddenly fell extremely fast. The football quickly got out of the goalkeeper's control and hit the net inside the goal post. After landing, it still spun violently.

"David, great job!"

Ferguson raised his clenched fists and was about to run into the field, but fortunately, Brian Keane dragged him out of the field with quick eyesight and quick hands.

Just as Ferguson turned around and got angry at his assistant coach, all the red in the stadium jumped up.

Beckham pushed away the dogleg Gary who was hanging on his body, and ran excitedly towards the Manchester United stands. The sound of more than 2 Red Devils made the neutral fans cover their ears.

As they watched, Beckham ran across the touchline and jumped high at the end of the plastic track, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his legs spread apart in the air, and his arms spread suddenly as he landed.

Juventus fans booed Beckham's unbridled celebration.

At the same time, the Manchester United fans shouted hoarsely, completely suppressing the Italians.

This goal brings together all the experiences of the heartthrob's youth: rising resolutely in the face of setbacks, blooming proudly against the strong wind.

His smile is like the rising sun, bright, dazzling and unstoppable.

In the front row of the fans, a 13-year-old Dutch boy looked enviously at the blond Beckham. He looked at the red jersey on his idol, and imagined that one day he would be able to wear a Manchester United uniform like Beckham and proudly announce to the world: "I am Arjen Robben!"

(End of this chapter)