The Day I Played with Ronaldo

Osvaldo was making the final arrangements in the locker room. He re-emphasized the toughness of the opponents, don't underestimate the opponents because of their poor state recently, and talked about the characteristics of Flamengo players tirelessly. Say it again.

"...their main central defender, Andre Bahia, is very young, has excellent physical fitness, turns around quickly, has always performed calmly, but lacks experience..."

"Left-back Anderson has good skills, average physical fitness, slow speed, slow turning, and only uses his left foot to kick the ball. Rico, you can try to break through from his right side and use his speed to beat him..."

"Right back Raphael is a little short. He has no special shortcomings in other aspects, but he has no outstanding features either. Little Ricardo, I believe you can handle his challenge..."

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After walking out of the locker room, the Sao Paulo players found themselves surrounded by a sea of ​​red and black. About 70,000 Flamengo fans attended this game, while only a measly 2,000 Sao Paulo fans. The position of the tricolor flag was like a solitary sail in the ocean, which seemed to be crumbling in the wind and rain.

Fanatical flamenco fans beat gongs and drums, cheering loudly. And when the on-site commentary began to broadcast the list of Sao Paulo's players, they were greeted with boos all over the sky.

People with a little less psychological pressure would even feel their legs and feet go weak under the boos, and even Ricardo, who had seen big scenes before, was a little nervous.

"Made, this is showing us off." Rico, who was standing beside Ricardo, shouted. With his recent good performance, he won the opportunity to start again.

The scene was too noisy, and the communication between players could only be heard by shouting. The noise was like thousands of flies buzzing in his ears, Ricardo just wanted to make the whole world quiet..."Think about it, if you can score wonderful goals here, let this group Fans shut up, even for a second..."

Rico's eyes lit up: "Then I can win a big contract, big girl, big house!"

Licado rolled his eyes at him: "Can I have some pursuit?"

"My pursuit is big enough, I'm not like you, I already have such a good contract, and Ambrosio, the big girl, winks at you."

Ricardo shut his mouth rationally.

However, being disturbed by Ricko, his tension was relieved a lot.

After taking pictures and guessing the side, Cheney guessed the coin and chose to tee off first.

Kaka and Fabiano stood in the middle circle, waiting for the referee to blow his whistle. Ricardo noticed that Julio Cesar, the goalkeeper of Flamengo, was warming up in the goal with his head bowed, and suddenly he had a bold idea.

"Kaka!"

Kaka turned around in confusion.

"After the kickoff, pass it to me immediately."

Although puzzled, Kaka nodded.

"dysprosium!"

Fabiano gave the ball to Kaka, and Kaka knocked the ball lightly to Riccardo, turned around and ran forward.

At this time, the commentator was still reading out the Flamengo roster. After taking the ball, Ricardo adjusted a step and waded the ball across the midfield line. He found that Julio Cesar was still bouncing with his head down. warm up.

Flamengo's strikers Ze Carlos and Andre Zinho quickly ran towards Ricardo from left to right. They didn't want to steal the ball, but they had to run for a while to warm up and force Ricardo by the way. Pass the ball back.

Ricardo did not reply. His supporting leg, the left leg, was firmly nailed into the grass, and his right foot was pulled out heavily, kicking the lower part of the football, bringing up a piece of turf connected to the dirt. The football flew towards the Flamengo goal at an initial speed of over 140 kilometers per hour. In people's eyes, it is like a rainbow across the sky.

After kicking the ball, Licado stood on the spot, quickly evaluating in his heart. Should be able to hit within the door frame. As for whether to score, it depends on luck.

There was a gasping sound at the scene.

Flamengo players watch in horror as the ball flies towards their gates,

Several defenders ran towards the goal, and central defender Andre Bahia reminded his goalkeeper loudly: "Julio!"

However, it was too noisy. Julio Cesar, the Brazilian national goalkeeper and future Inter Milan Triple Crown feat, never heard his name.

When he noticed something strange, the football had already started to drop sharply, right in front of his eyes!

not good! Julio Cesar hastily made a side attack, and he had no time to adjust due to time constraints, and he failed to fully exert his strength. With a height of only 1.86 meters, he has tried his best to stretch his body, but his fingertips are still a little short of the football.

With a crisp sound of "珰", the football hit the lower edge of the crossbar, bounced off, and landed within the goal line. Julio Cesar reacted quickly, and immediately flicked the ball out of the goal after landing.

"Dysprosium!" The whistle sounded again, and after a brief hesitation, the referee firmly pointed to the middle circle. The goal is valid!

The originally boiling stadium suddenly fell silent at this moment.

It was like being in a noisy night market, when someone suddenly shouted, "The city management is here," and it jumped up and down for a short time, and then suddenly fell silent.

Many fans are still looking for their seats, and most fans are still chatting off-topic, not in the state of watching the game at all.

But in a blink of an eye, they found that the football had been lying in Flamengo's goal.

Even the narrator didn't respond. Juan Oliveira, the on-site commentator, was still buried in the roster for Flamengo. He raised his head when he noticed the silence at the scene, and then he noticed the referee's gesture and the slowly tumbling football in the goal.

what's the situation?

Ricardo flew to the sidelines, put his hands on his ears, and made a gesture of listening. At this moment, his mood is not ecstasy, but chaos. Matt really did it? Really silenced the Maracana? By the way, can I also be recorded in history?

It took a few seconds before there was dizzying shrill boos at the scene.

After receiving boos, this huge contrast made Licado feel a little bit more realistic. Yes, I scored! Goal at the Maracana! I really silenced the maracana just now!

He turned around and celebrated with his teammates who rushed towards him.

Fabiano, who was closest to him, ran up first, rubbed his hair excitedly, and said incoherently: "Oh my God, such a goal, such a goal! You are so awesome, do you know that? Ricardo Do you know what you did?"

Rico arrived second, and he hugged Licardo tightly: "I found that I started to admire you! My God, this goal is definitely the greatest goal of this season!"

Kaka and Ricardinho also arrived, expressing their admiration and admiration.

The voice of the on-site commentator Oliveira just sounded, and it was a bit stuttering at the beginning, and it gradually became smoother and more passionate: "In the 6th second of the opening, the Sao Paulo team was opened by No. 30 Ricardo. Record! This is an imaginative midfield shot from a long distance, breaking through the gate guarded by Julio Cesar!"

"I can't find the right words to describe this goal! At this moment, all words are pale! This is definitely a super world wave that can compete for the top five goals of the season! Before I recovered, I was already behind!"