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Chapter 785

Chapter 785

"2:1, Spain defeated the German chariot and advanced to the final with its head held high!"

"The last 5 minutes, a magical 5 minutes! The Spanish team staged a comeback and abruptly snatched the last ticket to the final from the German team!"

"One assist, one goal, Fan dominated the game again! He helped the Spanish team reach the World Cup final for the first time in history! Perhaps, they will create even greater miracles!"

"Mr. Key reproduces his true qualities of a hero—Fan often staged lore in the league. This time, he moved the stage of lore to the World Cup stage! The German team has become his soul!"

"Fan: We have only one goal, yes, that is the championship. My teammates and I will go all out, and we will stand on top of the world!"

"After the Dutch team, the Spanish team has become the team that entered the final for the second time. The two European teams will stage a final battle in Johannesburg!"

"Spain VS Netherlands! This will be a match that creates history. No matter who wins in the end, then they will win the Hercules Cup for the first time in their respective football history and create their own era!"

"The South African continent, this mysterious and magical land, this time, the legendary battle will be fought between the Spanish team and the Dutch team!"

Reports about this game were transmitted to every corner of the world through various means and channels the next day.

People were cheering for the victory of the Spanish team, and some people were sighing and sighing for the reversal of the German team at the last moment.Of course, more voices are the hopes and expectations for the final decisive battle.

Countless fans all over the world are enthusiastically leaving messages and posts on the Internet.

"Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Really incredible!!! The Spanish team has created too many miracles in this World Cup. Miraculously, they qualified as the top of the group after losing one game in the group stage, and won two consecutive games. 1:0 small victory, advanced to the semi-finals, and in the game against the German team, miraculously climbed up from the edge of being eliminated, and kicked the German team into the abyss in one fell swoop... Can the miracle continue? If Yes, then this summer, the Spanish team will be truly synonymous with miracles!"

"Fan himself is an incredible player. He is full of magic and can make the impossible possible! Now, he leads his team and will create even greater miracles-if Spain wins the championship, they will Will write a new record in their football history!"

"The same is true for the Dutch team! If it succeeds, it will be the first time in the history of Dutch football!"

"This is a record-setting battle, and it will also be a battle that makes history!"

"I am more optimistic about the Dutch team. Peter Pan Robben, Sneijder, Van der Vaart... The Oranje has too many stars. They will do their best for the first international championship in the history of Dutch football!"

"Ha, it sounds like the Spanish team is not full of stars... I just want to say one thing, the Spanish team has a fan! There is an omnipotent fan! With this alone, the Spanish team has a greater hope of winning the championship!"

"That's right! Fan, he is a monster! A monster that can kick all enemies to pieces!"

"The Netherlands must win!"

"Spain will win!"

"Fan Ye is the pride of our Chinese fans, so...the Spanish team must win! Long live the Spanish team!"

……

Across the ocean, USA, Louisiana.

On a farm in the suburbs, a middle-aged man with a beard was sitting in a small courtyard. The morning sun penetrated through the leaves in the courtyard and shone on him, making him feel warm all over his body. .

"Fan: We have only one goal, yes, that is the championship! My team and I are ready, we are going to conquer the world, and we are going to stand on... the top of the world!"

The middle-aged man put down the newspaper in his hand, his face was full of joy, sadness, and more nostalgia.

After a while, he picked up the coffee cup on the table, drank it down, and shook his head.

"Van, you finally made it this far. In fact, I never doubted that you could do it all because, you are so good, you are the best player I have ever seen, there is no one else who can match you on a par."

"I believe little Luna thinks so too, you are her most admired Brother Fan! The World Cup final... Congratulations, little Luna will always look at you in the sky, and she will be happy for you, for you You are proud... It's a pity, I can't go to the scene to cheer for you, Fan, work hard, you will succeed..."

If Fan Bizhuang was here, he would have screamed out in surprise. The middle-aged man was his old friend——Pablo.

After the accident of little Luna's death, Pablo left Europe and chose to live on the other side of the ocean. He didn't want to stay in that sad place anymore. He wanted to hide the sadness in his heart and start a new life. Life.

Now he is obviously living a peaceful life. He lives in a small town near Mexico, has his own small farm, does what he likes to do every day, has new friends, and even has a A new wife, he no longer has football in his life, although he used to love football so much, but sometimes, such love is more precious when it remains in the deepest memory...

"I can only bless you from a distance, Fan."

Pablo shook his head again, and his eyes no longer lingered on the sports newspaper. In the distance, a woman with long hair and a protruding belly was looking at him with a smile.

"Pabo, can you help me move this box to the yard, I have to find something, ha, when I was a child, my grandmother left a sewing set, I want to find it, I can make some clothes for our little one in advance .”

"Of course no problem. Oooh, let's make a beautiful dress for our baby girl."

Pablo ran over with a bright smile on his face, and his wife gave him a blank stare, "It's not born yet, how do you know it will be a daughter? However, I want a daughter more, she must It will be beautiful..."

"Of course, my Pabo's daughter will definitely be the most beautiful little girl in the world. By the way, if she is really a daughter, let's call her Luna."

"Luna? What a beautiful name. I like it, Pabo!"

The smile on Pabo's face was even warmer, with endless expectations for the future in his eyes, he put his arms around his wife, turned and walked into the house.

……

In New York State, USA, a stretched luxury Bentley parked outside a huge manor on the outskirts. Mr. Puerta got out of the car, and before entering the manor, bursts of cheers came from his ears.

"Oh, the Spanish team has advanced to the final!"

"Big brother has entered the finals! He is going to win that beautiful championship trophy!"

In the yard, a beautiful little girl was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a newspaper in her hand, cheering happily, with a bright smile on her face.

Little Prata also stood behind the wheelchair with a smile on his face, talking to the little girl while nodding from time to time.

"Good morning, Angle!"

Puerta walked into the courtyard, little Plata turned his head, smiled and nodded to his father, while Angle had already opened his arms and called "Grandpa Puerta", Puerta Etta laughed, leaned down, and hugged the little girl gently.

"You seem to be in a good mood, ha, Angle, is there anything happy?"

Puerta "knowingly asked", the little girl had already raised the newspaper in her hand, and shouted as if showing off, "Grandpa Puerta, look, big brother led his team to the World Cup finals, he is really amazing."

"Oh, then this is really happy news. You are right, Fan is really amazing." Puerta nodded with a warm smile, and then he looked up at his son, "Doctor How do you say, how is the recovery going?"

"It's progressing well. Maybe Angle still needs to stay in a wheelchair for a long time, but her physical condition is no problem."

On the way here, Puerta and Little Plata talked on the phone. Little Plata knew the meaning of his father's question, and he gave an affirmative answer with a smile on his face.

Mr. Puerta squatted down again. He looked at the little girl's delicate and lovely cheeks, then at her legs, sighed softly in his heart, and then stroked Angle's head with his big hand: "Angle, are you homesick? "

"You know, Grandpa Puerta, I have no home."

Angle's delicate cheeks flashed a bit of sadness, and then she quickly regained her optimism, with a warm smile rippling on her face, "It's pretty good now, there is Grandpa Puerta, Uncle Prata, and Big Brother...I feel so blessed because I have a new family."

The Puertas and their sons couldn't help laughing, and they both felt dumbfounded about the obvious "generational confusion" in Angle's words.But no one went to correct the little girl's "mistakes". Puerta nodded and smiled kindly: "Yes, we are a family."

"But, Angle, do you want to go back to Europe, to Spain?"

Angle seemed to realize what Grandpa Puerta was going to say in front of her. She widened her eyes, full of surprises, and was taken aback. Then she nodded heavily, "Yes, I want to go back to Spain, big brother one He is there, I want to go back and be with him!"

"Hahaha! Your elder brother has been used to being alone since he was a child, so you don't have to worry about him feeling lonely by himself." Little Prata laughed.

Mr. Puerta also smiled, touched the little girl's head again, and said, "Then let's go home. I've made arrangements, and we'll set off in the afternoon."

"is this real?"

Angle cried for joy, chirping happily like a lark.

"Of course. But before we go back to the Iberian Peninsula, we have to go somewhere."

"A place? Where is it?"

"Africa, the country of the rainbow! Let's go to the final scene of the World Cup, cheer for Fan!"

Angle was stunned again, and then there was excited cheers again. Mr. Puerta and little Plata laughed happily.

(End of this chapter)