It's cheating, but Hazard

Chapter 273 Reaching the Top of the World
"This is the core player who can make the final decision at the critical moment."

"No matter how hard it was, no matter what the situation was, when the team needed him, he was there."

"In the previous game, some people said that Charles, as the core, was still too young and lacked experience in the World Cup. If he fell, it would be a huge disaster for France."

"But in this game, even though he was fouled again and again and fell to the ground again and again, after falling once, he was able to stand up again the second time."

"Nothing can beat him, even though he is only 20 years old, but with the captain's armband, Charles was invincible on the Johannesburg pitch today!"

Charles staggered to his feet again, then reached out and carefully took out the gauze in his mouth that was stained with blood again, and slowly walked to the sidelines.

The wound in his mouth started bleeding again due to the intense exercise just now and needed a new piece of gauze.

The French players who originally wanted to celebrate either followed Charles silently or watched from afar.

Domenegue almost stood up, but was pushed back down by the quick-eyed and quick-handed assistant coach.

The nervous Three Kingdoms team doctors gathered around chattering.

"How about it?"

"What sequelae occurred?"

"Why is it bleeding again? Didn't we stop the bleeding just now? Is there some hidden bleeding point that we haven't discovered yet?"

Ciel shook his head and threw the gauze into the trash can.

"Change it to a new one."

The French team doctor finally took the lead and put the prepared gauze back on Charles' body.

The Italian team doctor couldn't wait to push the French team doctor away, "Add a little more medicine, don't spin yet."

"Come here, let me take a look," Chelsea's team doctor held a flashlight in one hand and medicine in the other, and forcefully pushed everyone away.

After a series of emergency treatments, Charles returned to the field.

The Spanish players didn't know how to respond for a moment.

foul?

Now they have no room to commit fouls, and the players on defense basically have a yellow card.

attack?

There was one less person in the frontcourt, even if it was a beggar's version of Charles, but the impact on Spain's offense was still extremely fatal.

As Charles stepped back onto the field with determined steps, although Spain was only one goal behind, the difference in momentum between the two teams was immediately apparent.

In the following time, the French team was full of energy and played better and better, while Spain was surrounded by enemies on all sides and was bound to be defeated.

In the 23th minute, Busquets made a mistake in the backcourt cross pass, Ribery's right-foot shot from meters away in the center was directly confiscated by Casillas. Then Spain took a goal kick, Ramos broke through Sagna in the penalty area and made a low shot, which was cleared by Charles in front of the goal.

Villa then received a pass at the far end and volleyed the ball, which hit the side net and went wide.

In the 30th minute, Charles took a direct free kick from meters away, which was once again firmly caught by Casillas.

Time passes minute by minute.

In the 89th minute, Charles took a corner kick. Diaby and Malouda, who were extremely exhausted, missed their chances to kick the ball and it was cleared by Busquets.

In this last minute, Xavi, who had only this one chance to counterattack, received the pass and ran all the way.

Although his physical strength was completely exhausted, he had never felt so full of energy before.

The French team’s goal is right in front of us, the World Cup trophy is on the sidelines, and the glory is in our hearts!

Charles was speechless and could only chase after her frantically with the gauze in his mouth.

The red matadors and the blue Gallic roosters were rushing towards the same direction frantically, and the moment Xavi passed the center line, they immediately passed the ball.

After receiving the ball, Villa made rapid progress in the middle, but Abidal and Gallas were like an iron gate, slowly falling in front of him, and behind him, Charles was chasing him relentlessly.

There is no room for any hesitation!
Villa looked at the goal getting closer and closer and kicked the ball directly.

At this moment, Gallas fell to the ground and made a tackle.

This year's World Cup, even if he doesn't deserve it, Charles must be crowned king this year!

"boom--"

Charles, who was following behind him, quickly cleared the ball.

The Spaniards still wanted to get the ball back, but time is fair to everyone, and Weber blew the whistle to end the game.

boom--

The entire Johannesburg stadium was instantly boiling.

The French players, coaches and logistics staff on the bench rushed into the field frantically.

The moment Lowry heard the whistle, his legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Really?
Is he really a World Cup champion?
Gallas, Sagna, Abidal, Toulalan, Ribery and Benzema all rushed towards Charles.

Some people were still laughing, but some people started crying while laughing.

"Charles—Charles—"

“We are the world champions!!!”

"Yes, yes, Ciel—"

Charles, who was surrounded in the middle, couldn't say anything and could only hug everyone together.

Not only him, but also Ribery who wanted to say something, Henry who rushed up, Mandanda and Anelka all choked up.

Thousands of words were hard to express in my chest, and in the end, they could only turn into ghostly howls: "Charles, we did it!!!"

Another minute passed, and Charles finally came back to his senses from his great joy. He gently pushed away his teammates around him and pulled up Lori who was kneeling on the goal line.

"Well done, Hugo."

Lori's eyes were already filled with tears, and he hugged Ciel tightly.

"Thank you, Ciel, we did it, we are the champions!"

After patting Lori on the back, Charles slowly walked to the sidelines and hugged the assistant coach and Domenegue in turn.

Domenegue didn't know what to say, so he could only pat him on the shoulder.

"We are the champions, Ciel."

The teaching assistant also came up, "Charles, you deserve all this..."

One family is happy and the other is sad.

The Spanish players who were originally full of fighting spirit all lay on the court.

They... lost.

The overwhelming sorrow overwhelmed them and the whole world seemed to be fading away.

Casillas walked out of the goal in grief.

In this game, he blocked countless shots of the French team, only two goals were not stopped, but it was precisely these two goals that were the chasm between him and the World Cup championship.

He pulled up all the team members one by one.

Puyol wiped his hair with a wry smile.

"Igor, this is my last World Cup." Ramos lowered his head and couldn't say a word.

His nature does not allow him to make any remarks to shift the blame or to justify himself.

Casillas gathered all his teammates together and looked at the golden World Cup trophy on the sidelines from a distance.

Not everyone has the next World Cup.

Some people are on their way to the top, but others are heading down the mountain.

They did not lose due to their laziness or mistakes, but lost to the stronger France and the more terrifying Charles.

"On July 2010, 7, after 12 minutes of competition at the Johannesburg Stadium, a new world king was finally born."

"At the beginning, neither side made any progress. Spain kept the ball firmly under their feet, and the French team used their solid defense to resolve the opponent's attacks again and again."

"After a long game, the Spanish team finally smelled the scent of a goal."

"Pedro has achieved success overnight. Barcelona's new star needs to show everyone in the world that he is also special."

"But the good times didn't last long. Then the French core team brought the momentum of thousands of troops and tied the score."

"The game was once again deadlocked, and Spain's biggest contributor became the biggest sinner. Heaven and hell were instantly reversed between the two poles."

"Charle was injured and Pedro was given a red card."

"In this darkest hour, France has managed to withstand the storm from Spain."

"At the beginning of the second half, Charles returned to his position. He spent 30 minutes bearing injuries in exchange for the most precious offensive opportunity."

"Stone can be broken, but its hardness cannot be taken away; cinnabar can be ground, but its redness cannot be taken away."

"Even if you can knock me down, even if you can make me full of pain, even if you can destroy my organizational achievements time and time again, but you can't change my desire for victory."

"In the 75th minute, Charles once again attacked the Spanish goal."

"The great roc spreads its wings to thank Mingbo, rising high into the blue sky!"

"And this time, there was no sea breeze more fierce than Charles. He was the freest bird on the court."

"You must win the world championship in one fell swoop, so that you can have a bright future!"

"The ball went in. Charles made the final move and turned the balance of victory in our favor."

"2:1, the French team is on top of the world again!"

"But this scene was cold and cruel to the Spanish."

"They managed to break the record for the best result in the team's history, going from the quarterfinals to the World Cup final."

"But they fell to the French team in the end."

“Not all persistence will bear fruit, but some persistence can grow 100,000 blooming roses from the frozen land.”

"People go through life in ups and downs. Only mediocre people live a life like stagnant water. We also borrow this famous saying and send it to Spain, hoping that Spain can regain its courage and move towards the next step of glory."

After the madness, Charles and his teammates returned to the locker room.

After checking again and making sure there was no bleeding, Charles threw away the gauze in his mouth.

Soon, the important French guests who were originally sitting in the stands watching the game also walked into the locker room.

The president of the French Football Association and his colleagues followed behind the president, introducing the members of the national team.

"These are the team doctors sent by the Italian Football Association to help... This is..."

The president interrupted with a smile, "I know that. It's our football emperor Napoleon."

The French people have a general impression of him.

There was a joke at the time that if he went to a football match, he would always have Domenegue with him.

In this way, all the fans will only boo Domenegue instead of him, which will give him the illusion that he is still popular.

Many cameras were pointed at Charles.

"Napoleon" walked out of the crowd slowly with a smile, pointing to his mouth without saying anything. The president was not at all uncomfortable, and reached out to hold Charles' hand first, "Thank you for your hard work. I have been worried about your injury in the stands. Team doctor, when will Charles' injury heal?"

After some more pleasantries, the podium on the field outside was set up, and Charles once again led the players, who had changed their clothes, out of the locker room.

After the award ceremony, comes the all-important moment of holding the trophy.

Charles naturally stood in the middle, holding the World Cup trophy in his hands.

"one."

"two."

"three."

"we are the champion!"

The rising golden ribbons and the arranged fireworks instantly rose into the sky, and the scene of the French team winning the World Cup was frozen in an instant, becoming an unforgettable memory for countless people.

"After 12 years, France won the World Cup again. Zidane, the last French core player, made history and added a star to the jersey of the Gallic rooster.

"French football then fell into a trough, but their core, their No. 10, stood up again. Charles Lee, a kid from Corsica, took over the mantle of his predecessors and once again brought France to the top of the world!"

"When he first wore the No. 10 jersey, he was still a little green. He said that he would live up to everyone's trust and would never let everyone down;"

"It was his first time wearing the captain's armband. After a year of transformation, he has become more mature. He said that he will take on all the responsibilities that should be taken."

"From the World Cup qualifiers, whether it was the cold 'vegetable field' in faraway Lithuania or the most difficult devil's home ground 'Serbia', although it seemed to be smooth sailing all the way, the young Charles must have silently endured a lot of pressure during this period."

"No one could have imagined that the children who were forced to leave that small island due to the 2008 financial crisis would eventually cause such a huge storm around the world."

"Just like life, you never know which insignificant little person will change the world in the next moment."

"In this football feast that happens once every four years, every player who appears on the field is a superhero or football king in their own world."

"What we watch is not just football, but also the stories of these players pursuing their dreams, challenging themselves and striving for inspiration. Perhaps one day, the audience in front of the TV will be able to reach the top of the world in their own field like them."

"Congratulations to the French team, congratulations to Charles, and once again let us send our best wishes to Spain."

Domenegue walked towards the post-match press conference in high spirits.

He is a champion coach, there is no one better than him today!
But as soon as he walked into the press conference hall, the question asked by the first reporter almost made him angry.

"Mr. Domenegue, you have become the second World Cup champion coach in the history of French football, but many people think you are a 'dog crown', that is, kneeling in the final, they can also do it, and they can kneel longer. What do you think about this?"

"Damn it! Who said that? I'm going to tell you guys who don't know anything about football today, what's wrong with being a dog?"

The reporter's eyes lit up. "So, Mr. Domenegue, you mean that you are really working as a dog for Charles?"

Domenegue's old face turned red, and his gray hair looked like it was about to smoke.

"Is being a dog for the core called being a dog? Pah! I'm not being a dog. I'm performing a special prayer formation..."

Afterwards, the reporters could only listen to Domenegue constantly saying something incomprehensible.

Such as: "I am the World Cup champion, what champion are you?"

"What's wrong with being a dog?"

"I have never been a dog for Zidane... You are the dog..."

I saw a reader said that today is his birthday, so I would like to wish him a happy birthday here.

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