It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 266 Yes, he is quite nice, helping me to swat the lice
Ancelotti, who was watching TV, covered his chest and almost couldn't breathe.

There is nothing else to say, it’s mainly because Abu is so awesome.

There is too much Chelsea in the French team now.

He definitely doesn't pay special attention to France because of someone.

After seeing Charles stand up again, Ancelotti bent down and picked up the "Secrets of Successful Coaching: Guardiola's Quotes" that had just fallen to the ground.

Although he is now a very successful coach, he cannot forget to learn.

Young people nowadays like this kind of coach.

Meanwhile, the game on the field continues.

Lori took the ball and put it on the ground.

Soon, after being passed several times, the ball came to Charles' feet again.

It was still the most familiar position, it was still the familiar Van der Vaart, Charles made another volley pass.

"call out--"

The ball quickly crossed the night sky. Van Buren, Mathijsen and others hurriedly retreated, while Benzema, who was just on the edge of the penalty area, successfully made an offside move.

Don't look back, the goal is ahead!

Benzema took advantage of the situation and slapped away Heitinga's hand that was trying to hold him, then rushed into the Dutch penalty area without hesitation.

Seeing that Heitinga couldn't hold back Benzema, Mathijsen accelerated again. Just when he was parallel to Benzema, he suddenly saw Charles' figure in his peripheral vision.

In this trance, Benzema raised his leg high to stop the ball and knocked it backwards.

Charles, who was not far away, came back first, leaned on Van Bronckhorn, shook his ankle, and sent the ball back again just as Benzema turned around.

Mathijsen and Van Bronckhorn immediately gave up on Charles and rushed towards Benzema.

On the other side, Charles did not stay where he was, but ran to the far post.

Van der Vaart, Van Bommel and others who were undecided were directly attracted away by Charles. Ribery in the middle and Malouda on the wing set out on the journey to the penalty area one after another.

In the chaos, Benzema Marseille turned to avoid Mathijsen who was trying to steal the ball, but Heitinga in front of him and goalkeeper Sterling fell to the ground and made a tackle at the same time.

"Shoot!"

Benzema was very calm this time.

"call out--"

The ball passed over the legs of Ster and Heitinga and quickly went into the goal!
"Karim Benzema!"

"The ball goes in, the ball goes in, France leads the Netherlands 3:0."

"This goal was the result of countless rehearsals before. Although Charles played a very important role in this goal, Benzema also proved with his spirit and skills that he is still the same 'White Ronaldo'."

"Although his performance at Real Madrid this season has been disastrous, the bench has become a more familiar place for him."

"However, he still proved to the world that the substitutes could also be Charles with his exquisite running, absolute trust in his teammates and perfect cooperation time and time again."

"He just doesn't stand out among the geniuses, but being able to be with geniuses can only mean one thing, he himself is also a genius."

"Benzema excitedly celebrated with his teammates."

“Although the game is not over yet, now we can probably look forward to that ticket to Johannesburg!”

Benzema excitedly hugged Ribery, Charles, Malouda and others.

Van Marwijk looked at the scoreboard and saw 3:0, and his heart was filled with disappointment.

Substitution?

Who else can be replaced?
Old Oyer?
The game starts again.

The Netherlands team kicks off.

But as time passed, the game entered the injury time.

The French team slowly controlled the ball under their feet, passing it back and forth between players.

Gallas took a look and passed the ball directly to Sagna.

On this side, Sagna received the pass, took a look, and finally passed the ball to Toularan.

Sneijder and Kuyt followed Toulalan on the left and right, and attacked him from both sides the moment he received the ball.

However, before they could rush up, the ball was transferred away again.

Charles stopped the ball steadily, and Van der Vaart and Kuyt rushed up again.

Just as Van der Vaart was about to move and was about to stretch his foot, Charles suddenly pushed the ball outwards with the outside of his right foot. Kuyt didn't dare to move for a moment, but Van der Vaart was still determined to do it.

The moment he stretched out his foot, Charles turned quickly, stepped on the ball with his right foot and pulled it back.

Van der Vaart's idea was instantly shattered. Seeing this, Kuyt immediately stretched out his foot. At this time, Charles hit the ball with the inside of his right foot. The moment his right foot landed, Charles turned around again.

Charles, who broke through two defenders in an instant, immediately attracted the attention of all the Dutch players.

After successfully dribbling past the defense, Charles immediately ran down the wing with the ball. Just as he was about to reach the baseline, Charles kicked the ball hard with his left foot.

"call out--"

Ribery, who was standing at the back post, faked a shot and passed the ball to Benzema, who was lurking in the small penalty area, shot again without any hesitation.

Ster quickly fell to the ground and saved the ball.

Bulaluz, who was not far away, wanted to receive the ball and counterattack, but the referee blew the whistle to end the game.

In an instant, the orange color of the entire Green Point Stadium became dim, and their World Cup dream once again turned into a tulip bubble.

"The referee blew the whistle to end the game, and the entire Green Point Stadium instantly transformed into two worlds of extreme sadness and extreme joy."

"The Netherlands has not entered the World Cup final for 32 years. The mark of the uncrowned king seems to be embedded in their hearts."

"There will never be two champions on the same green field. This is the cruelty of sports competition."

"The Netherlands have won everyone's praise with their unparalleled performance, even though they fell before the final."

"In this game, although they lost, they are not the so-called background board."

“Talent is the threshold to reach the World Cup finals, not a guarantee.”

"They didn't lose to themselves, they lost to a stronger opponent, but this is also the key to their winning praise."

"But there is a saying that goes, I will reach my goal, I will go my way, and I will pass by all those who hesitate and hesitate."

“Success is going from failure to failure without losing your passion.”

“Don’t be sad or disappointed. You have already filled up all the low places. The next step is to climb to the top, even though it will take a long time.”

"Come on Netherlands, come on Orange Army, you are destined to spread the fragrance of tulips to the whole world."

"At the same time, let us congratulate the French team for finally reaching the World Cup final again."

"The French blue has become the dominant color of this area, and the orange of the tulips has gradually lost all its vitality under the cover of blue."

"We are intoxicated by the gorgeous dance of the core player Charles, the smooth flow of Ribery, the violent attack of Malouda, and the fatal blow of Benzema..."

"The numerous stars and the gorgeous offense made everyone intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves."

"The once lost Gallic rooster has once again regained its former confidence and strength."

"Since France won the World Cup for the first time in 1998, it has reached the World Cup final for the third time;"

"This is also the first time they have reached the final in the four years since the Zidane era."

"We didn't qualify from the group stage of the 2002 World Cup, lost to Italy in the 2006 World Cup and finished second, and in 2008, after the Zidane era, France didn't qualify from the group stage of the European Championship."

"This World Cup may be the beginning of France returning to the glory of 1998."

"Congratulations to France, congratulations to them for successfully getting tickets to the Johannesburg Stadium!" The entire Green Point Stadium was boiling with excitement.

Van Marwijk stood up calmly.

His civilian tulips ultimately failed to defeat the Gallic rooster.

Perhaps he would be fired soon after returning home, or perhaps he would be wildly abused by the fans, but at this moment, he had no time to be sad. Instead, he calmly walked into the field and pulled up his disciple who was sitting on the ground.

"It's okay, it's okay, stand up..."

Sneijder, Robben and others were pulled up one by one by him.

With tears in his eyes, Van Persie looked at his coach and asked, "Will we have a next time?"

Van Marwijk hugged Van Persie.

"As long as you want, there will always be a next time."

Domenegue rushed into the field, shouting and running.

He once again led the French team into the World Cup final. Who says he is not a famous coach?
All the tired people on the court started running frantically.

Henry on the bench also wanted to rush into the field to celebrate with his teammates, but as soon as he lifted the blanket and tried to stand up, he felt his legs go weak.

It all seemed like a dream, he couldn't believe that he had made it to the World Cup final again.

Ribery, Benzema, Malouda, Gallas and others all seemed to be revived, rushed up and celebrated wildly.

Ciel slowly walked to the sidelines.

The boiling blue is like lively raindrops, wanting to spread the joyful mood to everyone.

Soon, all the teammates who were celebrating elsewhere rushed to Charles and threw him up despite his objections.

"Ohhhh—we are the champions!"

"we are the champion!!"

Charles looked at the lights above the Green Point Stadium in panic, and was dazzled for a moment.

"Put me down, I'm afraid of heights—"

Finally, half a minute later, Ribery and others finally put Charles down.

Before he could recover, Domenegue had finally vented his energy and pushed Charles towards the crowd of reporters.

"You know, if I don't send you there, those reporters will never let me go."

Domenegue made a face at the camera and said with a smile.

Before Charles could say anything, reporters surrounded him and Domenegue took the opportunity to escape.

Post-match press conference.

Domenegue looked at the reporter with a smile on his face.

Although he likes to discuss team tactics with witches before the game, resells tickets as a scalper when he was the coach of the French youth team, writes poems after the defeat in the 2006 World Cup, and collects subsistence allowances in order to avoid being a gigolo after losing his job... Although he has done all kinds of outrageous things, he, Domenegue, is the world's number one super coach.

Van Marwijk? He was just defeated by him!
"Domenegue, why did you kneel during the game today? Is there any new astrology behind this?"

"Van Marwijk, did the Netherlands lose today because you did not inherit the Dutch tradition and played ugly football?"

"Mr. Domenegue, did you meet with the wizard from the East before the game? Did the Dutch team lose because you used witchcraft on them before the game?"

"Van Marwijk, the Dutch team played like Italy, but now the results are also like Italy. What do you think about this? Is it because the overall strength of the Dutch team is no longer able to support all-out attack and defense?"

Domenegue, who was originally in a good mood, suddenly turned green.

"What is your horoscope?"

The reporter who just asked the question has a head full of question marks.

"I'm not a Leo, so you don't need to prepare a rifle."

The reporter said this simply because Domenegue once said in an interview with the reporter: When there is a Leo player on the team's defense, I must be ready with my rifle to take him down at any time.

But Domenegue's complexion did not improve.

"Then I think you must be a Taurus. Taurus people are always so annoying."

Van Marwijk, who was sitting next to him, almost exploded and picked up the water bottle on the table to beat Domenegue.

Because he is a Taurus.

Domeneg continued, "This is not new witchcraft, and I am not kneeling. I am just studying a very new tactic. It's just that only a coach as smart as me can understand it. Otherwise, there won't be only a few coaches in the world who can lead their teams to the World Cup finals consecutively."

Hearing this, the reporter instantly perked up.

"A new tactic? A tactic to scare people to their knees?"

They didn't believe a word of what Domenegue said.

"Hmph - you stupid Tauruses don't understand...Ah! Let go, you're hitting me!"

Van Marwijk couldn't bear it any longer, so he picked up the water bottle on the table, grabbed Domenegue's collar with one hand, and hit him with the water bottle with the other hand.

"You keep scolding me! I've been annoyed with you for a long time!"

The reporters in the audience were taking pictures of the scene, but no one stepped forward to stop it.

Domenegue tried to break away, but fate was firmly grasped by Van Marwijk's neck.

He looked at the indifferent reporters on the sidelines and could only flee outside in a hurry, but Van Marwijk won him over with his virtue. He hit him on the head with a water bottle and ran outside with him.

"Help - help -"

"You're yelling again? Did Taurus piss you off? You bastard, you're such a stinker, how can you be so great of a champion? You idiot, are you worthy of being a coach? First you clung to Zidane, and now you clung to Charles."

"Stop hitting me - it hurts -"

"I took the lead in isolating players in the locker room, selecting players based on their zodiac signs instead of their status in order to establish the core of the team."

"Save me, Charles, come and save me--"

"You bastard, Gourcuff is a Cancer, isn't he a good match for you? Isn't he just a little bit off? Why didn't you use him to replace Charles?"

"Please, stop fighting, someone's going to die—"

"You are so lucky. If it weren't for the internal fighting in your Football Association, how could you, a part-timer, stay here for so long? You stupid scalper!"

Ciel, who had just finished an interview, heard the voice and rushed over to force the two apart. "Stop fighting, stop fighting, let's talk it over."

"Charles, get him out of here, he's crazy—"

Van Marwijk snorted and threw the water bottle to the ground.

Charles quickly protected Domenegue behind him.

"Whatever happened, we can talk it out. We are all coaches and we will meet again in the future. If there are any conflicts, we can talk it out directly."

Domenegue, who was hiding behind Charles, nodded quickly, "That's right."

Van Marwijk glared.

Domenegue quickly drew back again.

"Your coach has lice on his head and asked me to pat them off for him. It's nothing, you're overthinking it."

Ciel gave a look that said, "You're teasing me."

But Domenegue looked at the deformed water bottle on the ground, feeling helpless and could only nod.

"Yes, he was quite nice. He helped me to get rid of lice."

(End of this chapter)