Chapter 3481

Vital Romero, 19, is a very ordinary Brazilian expedition fan. When he doesn't watch or play football on weekdays, he is a very ordinary gas worker at the gas station of G2 highway in Sao Paulo.

But Romero's grandfather is very famous.

Four years ago, Brazil lost 7-1 to Germany in the semi-finals of the world cup. In the stands, 59 year old Brazilian fan Clovis Acosta Fernandez wept and gave the imitation Hercules cup to a German girl nearby.

"Take it to the finals! I'm sorry, but you deserve it. Congratulations."

Old Mr. Clovis was obsessed with football and shed tears for Brazilian football, which spread all over the world and moved the world.

Clovis is a veteran Samba fan. He has never been absent from Brazil since 1990. He followed the Brazilian team to participate in the sixth World Cup, the tenth America Cup, the fourth Confederations Cup and an Olympic Games. He visited 66 countries and was known as the "12th person of the Brazilian national team".

One year after the world cup, after watching the 2015 America's cup, Clovis died of cancer at the age of 60.

Clovis has two sons, frank and Gustavo. Romero is Frank's son and Clovis's grandson. Today, they all came to Russia and Rostov with the legacy of their father and grandfather.

Obviously, Clovis is a very emotional man, emotional and persistent, perhaps his inheritance. His grandson Romero is also enthusiastic. But because he is not over 20, it is inevitable that he is emotional and form two in his character.

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The penalty kicks are about to begin. On the surface, the morale of China and Brazil is high, and they all look like they are bound to win.

The penalty shootout of the world cup does not adopt the fashionable Abba free throw mode, but the traditional ABAB alternating mode. When choosing coins, Zhuo Yang was almost lucky and was kicked first and then defended by Di Xi.

As we all know, the players who punish after the penalty war have greater psychological pressure, and the more in the later rounds, the more so.

The two sides stood in a row with their hands on their shoulders in their own temporary territory. Zhuo Yang stood on the edge of the horizontal row, with a clear field of vision and a clear angle.

Wang Dalei came out of the crowd, shook his arm and walked very arrogantly towards the goal.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the stands. A fan jumped into the field and ran straight towards the players in the middle circle. It's so fucking fast. Rabbits are his grandchildren.

The court's unresponsive security came after him from all directions, and there was no door for a while.

Wang Dalei was interrupted. He was a little confused and wanted to help the security to intercept the fans who broke into the stadium. As a result, he was scolded by Zhuo Yang.

"Come back to me!"

The comer is a Brazilian fan in yellow. I don't know his intention. We'd better leave it alone.

Since Chen Jingxi rushed into the pisjuan stadium in 2014, the Chinese fans have reached a consensus: during the national team game, the fans should pay attention to their words and deeds, never rush into the stadium to show off, and never cause trouble to captain Zhuo Yang.

There is no doubt that Chinese fans have a strong sense of organization and discipline, and a strong sense of collective honor. Especially because of his love and doting on Zhuo Yang, it is not difficult to do this.

Brazilian fans obviously do not have such self-discipline as the Chinese. It was Romero, the second Refueller, who rushed into the field.

I don't know what he wants to do. Both players and referees are watching the situation. They are not allowed to intervene in these things.

China and Brazil stood in groups, Brazil on the left and China on the right. Romero, who rushed into the field from the left, ran towards the middle circle. According to general analysis and tradition, he is determined to embrace those who worship Brazil, and 99% are Neymar, the number one.

Neymar is ready to embrace the fans and play a heartfelt speech.

Romero ignored his team and continued to rush towards the Chinese team.

Neymar: "

What do you want? Want to do some terrorist attacks before the penalty shoot out? It's easier to crush you than a bug. Little rabbit, think it over and come again.

Romero continues to sprint, Zhuo Yang at the end of the target team.

The Chinese fans in the stands were agitated. Don't think the Chinese people are really kind. If you plot against the law and dare to hurt Zhuo Yang, we don't hesitate to turn Rostov stadium into a sea of blood.

Zhuo Yang didn't care at all. He looked at Romero with a ferocious expression with a smile. Without modesty, he can beat fifty such thin hemp poles.

"Poop!" Romero suddenly knelt down at Zhuo Yang's feet, raised his hands and shouted in his mouth.

——Reidofutebol，Reidofutebol！

Zhuo Yang: "

Portuguese - King!

Romero shouted "the king of the ball" and knelt down to Zhuo Yang, which made Zhuo Yang very embarrassed. Don't mention it, brother. I don't want this title

Some of the Chinese team can understand, and those who understand will be translated to those who don't understand. Anyway, Romero's action shows everything.

A Brazilian fan rushed into the stadium and knelt down to the enemy. This in itself is a milestone.

The Brazilian fans in the stands were silly, but the Chinese fans understood. Thunderous applause swept through. With Romero bowing down again and again, the Chinese fans shouted together.

"Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang!"

He is our king and the king of football in China. Our king subdued his opponent. Long live our king!

Zhuo Yang pulled Romero up and hugged him briefly.

"Thank you, little brother. On behalf of football, I thank you for your enthusiasm."

Romero was obviously still excited. He was still incoherent and said "the king of the ball", and then stubbornly bent down to kiss Zhuo Yang's shoes, the tough guy powder famous in the Jianghu.

When he stood up again, he was finally rushed to the ground by a hungry tiger of Russian security.

The hairy security guards with big arms and round waist look like they want to eat people. There is no good stubble. Cut Romero's arm and carry him down like a chicken.

Zhuo Yang doesn't want to. At least he's a people who came to kneel down. Don't you even look at the master when you fucking beat a dog?

"Stop!" shouted angrily. "He's still a child. It's over to coax him out. Are you going to kill him?"

Chinese players rushed forward and rescued Romero directly from maozi.

The security guard of the stadium looked at Zhuo Yang with a sinking face and was excited collectively in his heart.

In the famous battle of pisjuan four years ago, Zhuo Yang led Real Madrid to hunt down cops and security guards. Who knows who doesn't know? Since ancient times, soft is afraid of hard, hard is afraid of Leng, Leng is afraid of not dying.

Maozi security is hard, but Zhuo Yang obviously doesn't want to die.

Captain maozi quickly explained to Zhuo Yang with a pleasant face, so he could calm down, but Zhuo Yang didn't have time to talk to him.

There was a strange scene on the field: the Chinese players escorted the Brazilian fan Romero to leave safely, but it was the 11 indifferent faces and 11 irrelevant spectators of the Brazilian team. Chinese and Brazilian fans applauded in the stands.

Zhuo Yang also thought it was very interesting, so he spread his hands and shrugged to the Brazilian team: I don't want to be like this~~

So the Brazilian team broke the defense.