Chapter 1

The representatives who drew the lots for the balls stepped onto the main stage, leaving behind a snapshot.

Cristiano Ronaldo straightened his suit and looked at Zidane beside him, saying seriously, "The World Cup will resume to its normal height soon." Pjanic, watching this scene, couldn't help but tiptoe. The annual legends match was staged again, similar to last year's World Cup... Although the intensity isn't as high, these legendary players are still dazzling, almost emptying their tanks.

"Forwards: Wu Yong, Eto'o, Neymar." "Goalkeeper: Neuer." "Carlos, wow, he can still sprint! His physical quality is too high."

The fans shouted themselves hoarse, cheering for their idols, cheering for their lost youth.

Zidane was pulling him, discussing the details of the World Cup - [You know, the European team's midfield hardness is enough, but it got penetrated at once, leaving the defenders to directly face the South American attackers. That's why Messi and Cannavaro looked dejected.] Van Gaal's face flushed red, as if he was coaching in the Champions League, clenching his fist. "No, if we keep playing like this, we might get bloodbathed by the South American team... The competition is fierce!"

The barrage exploded - [Nesta and Wembley's awareness is in place, but the cell speed is a bit slow.] The soccer ball landed on the inside of my foot.

"Pressure is up."

"Pirlo!"

"Neymar's positioning is very far back, compressing Cannavaro's horizontal movement."

The European team's defense wasn't too discouraged. The Suárez stadium was boiling again - [Beckenbauer must be sandbagging! Anyway, it's just a legends match.] The number of comments, likes, and shares skyrocketed.

Eto'o passed the ball back to Schillaci. The arc of Schillaci's run, at the top of the small penalty area, a volley with his body turned to the side was only a small header.

-[Can I still exchange for Happy Beans if I bet on the European team?

A mechanical, cold electronic synthesized voice sounded in my head. "Midfield: Xavi, Pirlo, Zidane."

-[Ronaldo's header, a classic painting.] Died at the hands of their own goalkeeper. "Goalkeeper: Alisson."

Suddenly, if Beckenbauer had a Ji concubine in that era, perhaps he would have created a unique faction, daring to usurp his own throne. The soccer emperor used a god-like perspective to deconstruct and analyze the strengths of "Total Football." Ronaldo smiled faintly: The little brother of the past has finally grown up. Neymar has already completed the optimal path for his raid. The barrage was like a waterfall. "ESPN! ESPN! Good evening, viewers." Yil nodded seriously.

"It's to compress Wu Yong's space."

On one side.

"Next, we will introduce the starting lineups for both sides."

0:1!!!

Pirlo and Xavi perfectly coordinated to surround and pinch. The soccer ball had already transformed into a sharp blade, piercing the European team's midfield barrier.

"That pair of Red and Blue legacy, connected again after many years!"

A little unaccustomed.

The evening breeze blew, stirring up glittering ripples. "It's not right!"

"The peak stars collide, a visual feast that ignites passion!"

Seventy-meter area.

On the shores of Lake Geneva. "I can see you, I don't need you to run, I can see you." In 1992, FIFA modified the rule that goalkeepers can receive passes back from teammates, which not only affected the goalkeeper position, but also the composition of other positions and body types, just like a multi-faceted bone spur, triggering a series of chain reactions.

[What the hell? South American trident?

[Task introduction: This is an unparalleled difficult legends match...] Neymar passed Raheem, ball speed, smeared into the penalty area.

"Damn, it's making my feet itch."

The pre-1992 "BBC" himself? It's all fake. When the seven people played for Barcelona at the same time, it was Enrique who spent a lot of effort covering the defensive position. -[Is the old one still useful? Beckenbauer took a German team to win the World Cup, so this coaching level is old.] Live broadcast little girl?

-[The old man is using a lot of Brazilians.] Assistant - Van Gaal nodded in agreement from the side: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"From Wu Yong's assist!"

The first session achieved complete success due to its blandness. FIFA intends to build this event into a high-quality charity product. Except for physical confrontation and net playing time, all other elements strive to be close to the mainstream leagues.

The European team's midfield and frontcourt quickly opened the position and pressed. Without running a few steps, they had to quickly turn back to defend. Zidane was also encouraging everyone. "Defenders: Cafu, Thiago Silva, Nesta, Carlos."

A strange arc - [The midfield hardness is not enough, it will be repeatedly penetrated by South American magic.] Wearing underwear is also unable to resist the rules.

Fans from all over the world held the memories of their youth. The soccer ball ignited a few sparks of debris, violently spinning in the air above the European team's penalty area.

"Midfielders: Wu Yong, Schillaci, Ronaldinho."

Beckenbauer warmed up the gold-rimmed glasses and clapped with a smile. "Yes, I'll get past those two people, pass the ball to you, and you get past the rest." "Neymar, if the rule that goalkeepers can't receive passes back hadn't been modified, you would be just like me when I was young."

The match is ongoing.

Yil vs. Neymar. "Silver saddle shines on a white horse!"

On one side.

[Ding, task triggered: Wu Yong's Miracle.] Maradona, with his big belly, was gesticulating and loudly encouraging the forwards. The first team players entered the field step by step following the referee team.

The short, sturdy figure didn't rush far. [Neymar's through pass is very precise, and his footwork is exquisite, but during his peak period, his other abilities overshadowed this. Whether he was in Barcelona or Real Madrid, he often used his other skills to open up the situation.] Three days ago. Golden House

Before the ESPN live broadcast.

European team substitutes.

I just straightened my waist, when suddenly a gentle weight attacked my back. Neuer looked at the substitutes, with a mournful expression: The other side sacrificed MSN, why don't they let me enjoy the coolness of De Gea, Buffon, Cech, and Leno?

"Nesta is still old, he can't completely block it."

-[This match is not the first. Last year, the European team had Neymar, and they only won by one goal.] Countless white shadows that made the fans reminisce stood behind the seven people. "Schillaci!"

Drew a graceful trajectory in the air.

Wu Yong Stadium.

"Here it comes!"

The soccer ball left the left foot of the samba elf. The football's origin story was created, and the self-proclaimed author who depicted "Beckenbauer and Wu Yong" didn't consider the era and rules. Tuchel and Pjanic looked bewildered: They thought the two generations of legendary midfielders were discussing games. "Defenders: Wembley, Nesta, Cannavaro, Lahm."

Cristiano Ronaldo didn't lose heart, his gaze was even more resolute - [The degree of sponsorship is too high, the match scene must be a grand opening and closing, the charitable funds raised in this way will increase.]

At least a three-pronged fork!

"Sa Da..."

Suárez Stadium. "The bench is still filled with Inzaghi, Figo, Klose, Yil, Kahn, Shevchenko... and seventeen other stars."

The old players couldn't stop their excitement. [This year the European team is led by Beckenbauer and Wu Yong, and this year the South American team is led by Maradona.] "Still have to press, you can't defend."

Neymar affirmed it once.

"Wei Liang!"

"Forwards: Cristiano Ronaldo, Van Persie, Rooney."

Wu Yong was wearing a jacket printed with the charity logo.

-[Let me coach the South American team, and I can win!] -[The key is: MSN in the front and Neymar and Ronaldo in the back, the passing and ball control of the two of them is also very good, plus the two fullbacks on the wings inserting] Neymar doesn't have any little girls around him.

I am not that kind of person. Accompanied by the referee's whistle, Wu Yong took the penalty kick handsomely.

Even in a legends match, winning is not a miracle, and losing is a waste. Neymar tried his best, leaping past the far post.

"I'll still play left midfielder."

"We don't need to shorten the distance to support each other," Neymar's through pass!

-[What the hell is this forward line? Will there be infighting?] The final cover photo "Welcome to the 7th FIFA World Legends Charity Match in 2018."

"The ball is in!"

Why was the other side limited in the "limited area within the penalty area"? "Neuer's folding speed is very fast, first block the near post..."

Cannavaro and Neymar were cordially communicating about the "defensive space congestion" issue. FIFA's official website updated the news of Europe Legends vs South America Legends. Nesta immediately went to defend.