Ronaldo looked at David Beckham and asked, “David, do you want a penalty?” ”

Beckham said: “If I could, I would like to take the penalty. This ball, for you and me, the pressure is too great! ”

After Ronaldo and David Beckham looked at each other for a few seconds, the corners of Ronaldo’s mouth rose slightly: “The opportunity to be a hero, for me, in the future, more, today, this opportunity to be a hero, I will hand it over to you!” Take it easy, believe in your footwork, you are still the David in everyone’s mind!! ”

Saying that, Ronaldo took the initiative to give up the serve.

David Beckham hugged Ronaldo.

Then, Ronaldo walked away.

In the commentary room of Sky Sports, it has begun to shout wildly.

“Even Mai Ka, is David going to take this free kick?”

“Oh my God, this position reminds me of Wembley seven years ago, seven years of waiting, will the miracle happen again? He seems to have an indissoluble bond with Seven. ”

“Wow, Manchester United’s new No.7, handed over the final free-kick to the Legend No.7! This scene… Why do I feel like crying? ”

At this time, the British fans of the Stadio Olimpico in Rome, and even the fans who originally supported Barça, as long as they had loved the handsome young man in their hearts, had stood up to cheer for him.

In the cheers of the audience, Tan Wenle looked at Beckham with some unbearable eyes.

The result of today’s game is no longer something he can judge by referring to history.

At this point in time, the free-kick was United’s last chance.

Will the full moon scimitar that once saved England appear again?

Ferguson stopped chewing gum, he just forced his mouth and silently began to pray for David Beckham.

Tan Wenle knelt there, just pulling his hair, wanting to look but not daring to look.

Almost all the players on the bench stood up, staring at the focus of the field.

Kaka, Zhang Shaohan, Kevin and others who watched on TV all prayed silently with their hands folded.

Watching David Beckham start to run, it is still his iconic, extremely stretching running action, without the slightest delay.

The moment David Beckham’s right foot touched the ball, the beautiful arc that people knew was streaked through the mid-air of Rome.

With Puyol and other stars lining up a wall of people, watching the ball pass over their heads, they can only look back at the ball and sigh.

Rao is Valdés, who already has a legendary goalkeeper buff, and he still did not react in the slightest when faced with such a misunderstood curved ball.

Watching the ball burrow into the net, Valdés could only vent his anger on the football and kicked it hard.

“Gogogogogogoogogogogog······”

“Ball ball … The ball is in the pull!! ”

“Same location, same arc, David once again magically equalized the score!”

“He’s still the boy in our hearts! A boy who used to rely on angry horses! ”

After David Beckham scored the free-kick, he ran frantically to the sidelines, not wanting to celebrate with his team-mates.

Instead, he rushed to Ferguson with tears in his eyes!

The old man who once spoiled him like a child!

An old man and a young man hugged each other, crying with joy.

Everyone saw the tears left in the corners of David’s eyes.

I also saw Ferguson’s tears of excitement.

Handsome appearance, beautiful arc.

The wife of a star, a proud honor.

Memories of youth, dreamy legends.

Endless injuries, blame of the world.

The salvation of the self, the providence of God.

This is David Beckham.

A player who is more glamorous than any of his contemporaries.

One carries more players than any other superstar of his generation.

Because he is David Beckham.

He was a darling and an outcast, and he was chased and banished.

He wins back respect after weightlessness, and he ushers in more respect in respect.

He was not gone when he left, his name was David Beckham.

A man who always touches the world.

Sighing lightly for half a lifetime of smoke and dust, glory fell into chaos, the world was stumbling, and the past was like smoke.

Lin Dark Grass was shocked, and the general led the bow at night.

David Beckham walked through Yang’s stunt at 100 steps and walked alone.

“Bay” Shadow smiled eternally,

“Defeat” the enemy wins the sword without edge.

“Han” blazing to win respect,

“M” is too busy to pamper the voice.

The commentators of Sky Sports, looking at the two masters and apprentices hugging each other, couldn’t help but shed tears: “Oh… This scene is really unbearable, woo~~~”

The commentators on the side, while broadcasting live, shouted “You can not like football, but you can’t not like it, this man named David Beckham!” ”

Huaxia Broadcast commentator Zhan Jun called out, “Oh my God, a miracle has really happened, can you imagine?” This is football, how can you not love football! ”

This is the charm of the world’s number one sport.

Messi raised his arms and looked helplessly at the cheering Manchester United, the victory that was about to usher in, just slipped away.

Laporta was furious and furious, “Farke, Farke, David Beckham, Ferguson, this damn old man, why can you forgive this man!” Why…”

Mansour on the other side was no longer dancing, and he froze in a daze.

Probably, for Mansour, from this moment on, he understood, what is football, right?

On the other side of the ocean, Zhang Shaohan wiped the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, but a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

She herself didn’t even understand what was wrong with herself.

While everyone is crying with joy over the goal, David Beckham’s name will once again go down in football history.

This wonderful arc that cuts through the Roman night sky will remain in the hearts of all fans forever.



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