I was sold by Barcelona at the beginning, so I turned around and joined Real Madrid

The first time, the second time.

In the Croatian locker room, as soon as everyone sat down, a heated discussion began.

There were two main things to discuss.

The first was the intensity of the game and some feelings after the victory.

But these things were not very popular and were quickly replaced by the second thing.

"Look!"

"The fifth French player was sent off!"

In the crowd, someone shouted loudly, and everyone took out their mobile phones to watch another semi-final. There was no way not to care, after all, the opponent in the final would be born from these two teams.

In the corner, Gvardiol asked curiously: "Chen, who do you think can win the final victory of the game? I feel that their strength is about the same... But if we really have to compete, I still want to play against Italy. The French team is too strong!"

Italy? Chen Qi shook his head slightly, "Look at who the fifth player of France is... The Azzurri are probably going to lose!"

"Really?"

Gvardiol was a little unconvinced and turned his head to look at his phone.

The French player wearing the No. 9 jersey came on the field. After he put the ball in the designated position, he slowly stepped back a few steps and generously showed the jersey letters on his back to the fans around the world!

GIROUD!!!

A French striker who plays for Chelsea.

He plays a stable substitute killer role in the club and in the national team.

Even Deschamps sent this 34-year-old veteran to play in preparation for the penalty shootout.

Beep--

When the referee blew the whistle.

Under countless eyes, Giroud moved. He confidently tilted his body to the right and made a move to shoot.

On the goal line, Donnarumma was really confused and pounced on his left side!

However, at the moment he moved, Giroud held back his strength and gently pushed the ball to the other side...

Donnarumma, who was already lying on the ground, was stunned. He knew that he had misjudged the direction. After watching the ball roll into the net, he was extremely unwilling. He was just a little bit away from entering the finals, but now he could only congratulate his opponent?

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Giroud, the superhero who scored the winning penalty and helped France beat Italy 4-2 in the penalty shootout, roared!

Pointing to the sky with both hands, he rushed to the sidelines.

Swish——

The sliding kneeling celebration full of violent aesthetics bloomed on the sidelines. After getting up, Giroud waved his hands vigorously, encouraging the fans on the scene.

Mbappe, Benzema and other French teammates not far away all rushed over and ruthlessly ravaged their teammates...

Damn! ! !

In the locker room, Gvardiol was dumbfounded. This, did Chen Meng really get it right?

Chen Qi understood the expressions of his teammates around him, "I'm not kidding, because the penalty kicking skills of the Italian team are really not very good. From the fact that the first penalty was taken by midfielder Locatelli, we can see that they don't have many available forwards... Of course, this is also related to the local clubs in Italy."

Gvardiol shrugged and agreed with this statement.

Chen Qi sighed, "Serie A is no longer the Serie A of the past. Even if Ronaldo is here, it won't work..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Dalic suddenly appeared in the locker room, knocking on the blackboard, attracting everyone's attention.

He said loudly: "I believe you have all seen the results of the game, so you should know who our opponent in the final is. Yes, it is our old friend, the French team... I think many people should not have forgotten the regrets in the 2018 World Cup final... This year is already 2020, I don't want the regrets to happen again, I hope you do too, okay?"

"Of course!"

"Must!"

"Must win!"

No matter what the final result is, the momentum cannot be lost anyway.

Dalic nodded, "Okay, let's pack up now and go back to the hotel to rest. We have to go to London the next day, where the final will be held!"

.......

Spain, Madrid city, Qing Bar.

Victor has been a little troubled recently.

The negotiations with Real Madrid are not going well, and there have been a lot of "harassment" calls recently.

Dinglingling——

The door was pushed open, and Calafat saw his friend in the vast crowd at a glance, walked over, took the wine on the table, and poured himself a glass.

Then he clinked the empty glass in the palm of the half-drunk Victor's hand.

Sitting on the sofa, he took a sip and frowned, "To be honest, you

This wine is not good, it has no taste, just like... plain water!"

"Ha!"

Victor chuckled and licked his lips, "Who the hell said it wasn't? It's really not as good as the rooftop wine we drank in Brazil at that time!"

Kalafat resisted the urge to kill his friend and corrected him seriously: "It's Maotai, you idiot... Forget it, it's not important. You called me here tonight, what on earth is going on? You didn't just want me to drink with you? Don't do that! I have to go back to Brazil the next day, and I have something to do!"

Victor sat up, forced himself to cheer up, and said seriously: "My good brother, there is something I don't know how to do, I want to find someone to discuss it with."

"Tell me."

"Do you know? I used to be a person with dreams. I wanted to run freely on the green field, just like Chen, helping the team defeat strong opponents again and again and receiving praise from fans... But, I don't have that talent, so after retiring in a hurry, I still chose a job related to football, thinking that I would just be a small agent in this life. "

"Well, I know."

"No! You don't know! Before signing Chen, I always thought that my agent career would be like this, leading a few outstanding young players and living a life... But after signing Chen, I found that my life had changed dramatically without knowing it! "

"Oh?"

"Do you know? Just these few days, my phone was almost blown up!"

"Because of Chen?"

"That's right!"

Victor became more and more excited, "Do you know who called me? Tell me, I'll scare you to death!"

Kalafat played the role of a listener very seriously and asked, "Tell me, I'll see if I can be scared to death!"

"Mendez! ”

“Fatty!”

“Barnett!”

“How is it? Are you scared?”

“Right! That’s the expression. I had the same expression when I received the call!”

“Hahahaha! That’s too much bullshit!”

“I never thought that one day, the three major agents in the football circle would call me!”

“Tell me, has my life changed?”

Victor laughed loudly, but Calafat always felt that there was a hint of sadness in his laughter. Then he thought, colleagues calling each other? What is this for? Could it be...