Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Berlin Olympic Stadium, Italian team locker room.

Silence.

Marcello Lippi sat in the corner. The game was over. Any blame or speech seemed superfluous.

Under the urging of the staff.

Marcello Lippi remembered that he had to attend the post-match press conference.

In such an atmosphere.

Attending the press conference and answering reporters' questions was tantamount to being tortured on a stove.

But if he refused to attend, it would not only affect himself, but also the whole of Italy.

Marcello Lippi dragged his particularly heavy steps, pushed open the door, and walked slowly towards the press conference site.

When passing the Croatian locker room, he could clearly hear the singing and cheers of the players coming from it.

His footsteps stood still for a while.

Only then did he muster up the courage.

He started again.

......

At this time, in the Croatian locker room, the floor was full of flowing champagne and bubbles, and Nick Kovac pressed the speakers prepared in advance.

"Obranit ćemo Sustjepan~"

"Neće nam niko ništa~"

"Neće nam niko ništa~"

The players are singing the famous Croatian song "Obranit ćemo Sustjepan".

The style of the song is passionate and cheerful, just right for the atmosphere in the locker room at this time.

Su Fei.

He had long been soaked by the champagne rain of his teammates.

However, he still smiled and followed his teammates' singing, dancing his limbs in the locker room a little stiffly.

Everyone laughed.

"Su! I didn't expect you to be so flexible on the court, but you dance like a rusty clockwork robot."

"Ahem."

Su Fei touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed, and pulled Modric to his side to dance together.

Hmm.

If you dance ugly alone, then you can get another partner.

Unexpectedly.

The little Modric danced well, with a light body, and won the applause of all the players.

Su Fei couldn't help whispering in Modric's ear.

"Hey, can you dance badly on purpose to save my face?"

"Ah? I'm already dancing casually."

"......"

Su Fei was silent.

The most lethal thing is often invisible pretense, just like the Tetris in his Nokia.

The record he had finally set was easily broken by Modric.

But soon.

This little trouble was thrown behind Su Fei's mind, and he continued to celebrate the championship with champagne with his teammates.

After a long, long time.

The Croatian players who were really noisy finally quieted down.

Su Fei leaned against the locker door in the locker room.

Holding a cigar given by Pulso, holding the World Cup trophy, puffing out smoke.

Happy.

I'm so damn happy today.

I wish I could stay at this moment forever.

But.

It is almost mid-July now. Manchester City's training camp will start around August, and the new Premier League season will start in mid-August. This summer, I still have a lot to do.

I wonder how Raiola and Stewart are doing.

Thinking about it.

Su Fei opened his Nokia.

The mailbox was already filled with congratulatory text messages from all sides. Su Fei flipped through it briefly. Basically, everyone he knew sent him blessings at the first time.

However, Su Fei was completely exhausted physically, so he couldn't spare his brain to reply one by one.

He could only come slowly.

At this time, Modric also came over.

"Su! What are you going to do next?"

"Well... I'll go back to Croatia first and participate in the championship parade for a week, stay in Croatia for a week, and then go back to England. I miss my car and room a little bit."

"Haha, I'm similar to you. I'm going to go home and live for a while. Will you come with me?"

"Well... no problem!"

Su Fei thought about it. He didn't have any real estate in Croatia, not to mention any acquaintances.

Those relatives of the original owner had lost contact after their parents died when they were young.

Since there was no contact before, there should be no contact now.

So as not to cause trouble.

This point.

Su Fei was still very sober.

Hiss~

Ha~

Cough cough cough~

Su Fei coughed and put out the cigar in his hand. Damn, this thing, it looks so pretentious when others smoke it, it's really choking.

"Su, have you never smoked a cigar?"

"Huh?"

"This thing doesn't need to go through the lungs, most people can't stand it, just take a puffJust spit it out and pretend to be cool. "

"........."

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This World Cup has come to an end.

The global sports media also ushered in the final carnival of the quadrennial feast, reporting the news related to the finals everywhere.

Marca--"Croatia Rhapsody! Croatia defeated Italy 3:2 to win the championship!"

Gazzetta dello Sport--"Cannavaro sheds regretful tears! The Checkered Army reversed the Azzurri in the final!"

Sports Pictorial--"A new generation of football king? Su Fei won the Golden Ball, Golden Boot, and Best Newcomer of this World Cup!"

The Sun--"15 goals in a single World Cup! Su Fei scored twice in the final, led the team to a reversal, and volleyed a near-loser shot against Italy!"

Manchester Evening News--"The Premier League magic Su swept the world football arena, the twilight of the gods, the era of Su Fei has arrived!"

Team News--"Croatia won the 2006 World Cup in Germany!"

Football People--.................

Fans all over the world are also hotly discussing Su Fei, Croatia, Italy, near-loser shot, 15 goals, football king , new era and other keywords.

The excitement brought by this World Cup.

It is destined to continue for quite a long time.

On the other side.

Su Fei also returned to Croatia with his teammates to enjoy the welcome and cheers from all Croatian people.

Championship parade.

Various domestic award ceremonies.

In a week.

Su Fei followed his teammates and flew all over the big cities in Croatia to meet fans and hold press conferences.

A real national celebration.

Croatian President Mesic also designated July 11, the day Croatia won the championship, as "Croatia Football Day"!

On this day every year, Croatia will have a day off!

Flowers, applause, cheers, Su Fei enjoyed the treatment of a national hero this week.

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July 18.

Su Fei, who had handled various celebration ceremonies in Croatia, boarded the flight back to Manchester one person ahead of time.

Just got off the plane.

Su Fei was outside the airport pick-up gate and saw his agent, Raiola, wearing a windbreaker and sunglasses.

"Su! I don't know what words to praise you. Congratulations on winning your first World Cup!"

"Haha, from what you said, do you think I can win several more?"

"Haha, what else?"

Raiola smiled and opened the car door for Su Fei, and then threw a thick stack of information into Su Fei's arms.

"Your future now is comparable to the level of Pele and Maradona!"

"You are so young and so good! ”

“You are destined to become a true legend in football and win one world-class trophy after another!”

Su Fei was a little embarrassed by Raiola’s praise.

Ahem.

Although he was very pleased, no matter how thick the flattery was, it couldn’t withstand constant flattery.

The shrewd Raiola saw Su Fei’s thoughts and changed the subject.

“What you have in your hand are the endorsement plans of the world’s most famous brands.”

“I know you are in a hurry. We can first get one before the Premier League starts.”

“The rest will take time.”

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