The perfect midfield: It starts with never passing the ball to Ronaldo.

On the field, the Portuguese star charged towards the corner flag, frantically pounding his chest all the way.

Pointing his finger to the sky, his face was a mixture of extreme ecstasy, release, and a hint of pride that he should have done this long ago!

How could the best shooter on this planet possibly misfire?!

The narcissistic Luo Ge raised an eyebrow at the camera.

That goal that put them ahead was truly impressive!

On the field, his teammates cooperated perfectly, surging towards Cristiano like a tidal wave, engulfing him in a white tide.

Of course, this also includes Mario; the time for the eighteen-year-old to usurp the throne has not yet come.

"Joseph, that was a beautiful shot!"

"It's mainly because of your excellent positioning; you created space for me!"

The two exchanged high-fives and compliments, creating a very harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

While the players were celebrating passionately on the pitch, Bento was also shouting and yelling from the sidelines.

From being down by one goal to taking the lead by one goal, my substitutions this time were absolutely right!

In the final moments of the game, they substituted the exhausted Postiga with Meireles to make up for Mario's defensive shortcomings!

Capello pushed up his rain-blurred eyes and then shook his head.

Years of cultivating composure allowed him to remain expressionless, but deep down, the Italian couldn't accept that the cooked duck had flown away!

Looking intently at the eighteen-year-old boy who had opened up the game, Capello silently repeated Mario's name several times.

Next time we meet, I won't let you kick me so easily!

Now, the primary task is a final, desperate struggle!

Capello waved his hand, throwing out the last substitution.

The tall Russian striker Dzyuba entered the field like a moving lighthouse, piercing straight into the heart of Portugal's territory.

Russia's formation instantly transformed into an aggressive 3-4-3, with the three lines surging towards Portugal's half like springs compressed to their limit.

The Russian fans' chants became rough and wild, as if the Siberian winds, carrying ice particles, swept across the stadium.

They used all sorts of simple and brutal methods, including long passes, physical confrontations, and relentless pressing.

The Russian midfielders were like a meat grinder in full throttle, repeatedly crushing the grass with their bodies, their tackles so fierce they seemed to be tearing the earth apart.

Every aerial contest is accompanied by intense physical collisions, and every cross from the wing carries the force of a desperate gamble.

The scene shifts, and Akinfeev launches a long ball that flies high over midfield and precisely hits Dzyuba, who has just come on, on the head.

Pepe and Bruno Alves were on high alert, and the two surrounded him like an iron gate.

Kuba displayed astonishing dominance in the air, withstanding the double attack and getting a hard smack on the forehead!

The ball changed direction and fell towards the edge of the penalty area!

There, Schrokov, who had made a forward run into position, was like a tiger unleashed from its cage. He met the falling ball and, before Veloso could block it, unleashed a powerful volley!

Patricio, who had been thrashed 0-6 a few days earlier, redeemed himself by leaping up and tipping the ball away almost instinctively.

The entire Portuguese bench broke out in a cold sweat, and Pepe roared at the defense to stay focused.

"A corner kick from Russia!"

"A great opportunity to equalize!"

"You can see their defenders are all rushing up!"

The corner kick was taken, and chaos erupted in the penalty area.

Pepe's close marking of Dzyuba became a decoy; in the crowd was still Shrokov, the Russian midfielder leaping up and heading the ball towards the goal!

Unfortunately, this shot was too straight and was easily saved by the Portuguese goalkeeper!

"Hold on! Hold on, Portugal!"

The Portuguese commentator's voice trembled.

Soon, the commentator went from nervous to excited!

On the green field, the Five Shields team, having scored two goals in quick succession, were equally impressive.

They not only want to hold onto their score, but they are also looking for opportunities to kill the game!

Patricio sprinted out of the penalty area with the ball, dodging the onrushing Russian striker, and with a powerful swing of his arm, threw the ball to the left side of the field.

"Patricio!"

"Quick throw-in counter-attack!"

The ball flew toward Moutinho, the experienced midfield maestro, who did not stop it.

Based on the tacit understanding developed in several consecutive games and his insight into the situation on the field, he turned sideways and delivered a long diagonal pass with the outside of his right foot as the ball came in.

The target is Mario, who is almost down!

The 5-year-old, who excels in defense and headers (3 points each), didn't become a target man in the penalty area, but instead kept an eye on the second ball situation.

This time, Mario has learned from James again!

The ball sliced ​​through the cold rain of Moscow, spinning as it flew toward the right side of the center circle.

Russian defensive midfielder Denisov and retreating full-back Kombarov pounced on the panting number 22 like hungry wolves.

They knew this young man had a terrifying long-range shooting ability!

They must extinguish this spark of counterattack!

Mario calmly controlled the precise long pass with his chest.

Denisov was already close by, and Kambarov was also rapidly closing in from the side, blocking any possible passing lanes.

Super Mario!

"We're surrounded! The situation is dangerous!"

After assessing his opponent's position, Mario naturally began to adjust his body posture!

With your left foot supporting your body, lean slightly to the side, raise your right leg backward, and tighten your thigh muscles.

Capello on the sidelines felt a pang of anxiety, and the live commentator's voice suddenly rose: "From that position, is he going to take a long-range shot?"

Denisov and Kambarov's pupils contracted instantly; the deterrent effect of those two astonishing long-range shots was immense.

Almost instinctively, the two leaped into the air, trying their best to block the shooting angle.

However, at the very moment their center of gravity lifted off the ground and their bodies were airborne...

The raised right foot did not strike the bottom of the ball fiercely, but landed lightly.

A very realistic feint!

Mario skillfully flicked the ball upwards with the inside of his foot, instantly transforming the strength of his taut core into a pushing force!

The ball flew like a sharp scalpel skimming the grass.

He nimbly and swiftly slipped through the narrow gap between Denisov and Kambarov, precisely piercing the last line of defense in the Russian midfield!

"A feint shot followed by a real pass!!"

"A genius deception!!!"

"It's not just about the movement itself, but also because the previous two shots were more deceptive!!"

"A deadly through ball!!!"

The commentator's voice trembled with extreme surprise and admiration.

On camera, just as Mario swung his leg, Cristiano Ronaldo on the left suddenly accelerated and charged diagonally into the heart of the Russian defense!

That run was absolutely perfect!

The Real Madrid superstar instantly drew the attention of Russian center-back Berezutsky and defensive midfielder Shrokov, who was providing cover.

Almost reflexively, the two moved half a step in the direction Ronaldo was sprinting, trying to reduce the space for the Portuguese number 7 to receive the ball.

But this crucial shift in the center of gravity makes the left rear a weak side!

Snapped!

Mario didn't look for Ronaldo, but instead looked for the Manchester United winger on the other side.

Nani, like a tempered blade, precisely pierced the gap!

The ball rolled perfectly in front of Nani's sprint path!

He doesn't need any adjustments; he's unleashing his full power!

With a single touch, he completely left the unstoppable Russian left-back, Kambarov, behind! Only he and goalkeeper Akinfeev remained in the empty half of the field!

"Nani!!!!!"

"Single-handed sword!!!!"

It wasn't that they were expressing doubt; the Portuguese commentators were simply excited about killing the game!

Facing Akinfeev, who had abandoned his goal to come out, the winger, who had been plagued by a goal drought for the national team, remained remarkably calm.

Should the pass be to Ronaldo at the far post or a cutback to Mario on the edge of the penalty area?

Such a choice had never crossed Nani's mind!