() The 19-year-old Vital Romero is a very ordinary Brazilian expedition fan. When he is not watching or playing, he is a very ordinary gas worker at the gas station of the G2 highway in Sao Paulo.

But Romero's grandfather is very famous.

Four years ago in the World Cup semi-finals, Brazil lost 1:7 to Germany. In the stands, 59-year-old Brazilian fan Clovis Acosta Fernández cried and gave the fake Hercules Cup to a German girl next to him.

"Take it to the final! I'm sad, but you deserve it. Congratulations."

The scene of Mr. Clovis's obsession with football and tears for Brazilian football has spread all over the world and moved the whole world.

Clovis is a veteran Samba fan. Since 1990, he has never been absent from the Brazilian team. He followed the Brazilian team in six World Cups and ten America's Cup, as well as four Confederations Cup and one Olympic Games. He visited 66 countries and was hailed as the ‘12th man 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 the grandson of Clovis. Today they all came to Russia, to Rostov, with the will of their father and grandfather.

Obviously, Clovis is a very emotional man, emotionally rich and persistent, perhaps because of his inheritance, his grandson Romero is equally passionate. But because he is not yet twenty years old, his emotional personality and secondary two are inevitable.

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The mutual penalty kicks are about to begin, and the morale of the Chinese team and Brazil is high on the surface, and they all look like they are inevitable.

The World Cup penalty shootout did not use the fashionable ABBA free throw mode, but the traditional ABAB alternate method. When choosing the coin, Zhuo Yang was almost lucky, and Ti Xi chose to kick first and then defend.

As we all know, the psychological pressure of the players who take a penalty after a penalty shootout is greater, the more so in the later rounds.

The two sides stood in a row on their own temporary territories, each with their hands on their shoulders. Zhuo Yang stood on the very edge of the horizontal row, with a clear vision.

Wang Dalei stepped out, shaking his arms and walking towards the goal very arrogantly.

Suddenly, there was a lot of noise in the stands, and a fan jumped into the arena and ran straight towards the player in the middle circle. The speed is **** fast, the rabbits are all his grandchildren.

The unresponsive security guards chased him from all directions, and there was no door for a while.

Wang Dalei was interrupted, a little dazed, and wanted to help the security intercept the fans who entered the stadium, but Zhuo Yang scolded him.

"Bring me back!"

The visitor is a Brazilian fan in yellow clothes. I don't know his intentions. We'd better have nothing to do with ourselves.

Since Chen Jingxi rushed into the Pisjuan Stadium in 2014, Chinese fans have reached a consensus: fans should pay attention to their words and deeds during the national team game, and they must not rush into the stadium to show off, and they should not cause trouble to Captain Zhuo Yang.

There is no doubt that the organization and discipline of Chinese fans is very strong, and the sense of collective honor is also one of the best. Especially because of the love and even doting of Zhuo Yang, it is not difficult to do this.

The Brazilian fans are obviously not as self-disciplined as the Chinese, and it was Romero, the second oiler who rushed into the arena.

I don't know what he wants to do. The players and referees on both sides are watching the situation. They are not allowed to intervene in these matters.

The Chinese and Brazilian teams stood in groups, Brazil on the left and the Chinese team on the right. Romero, who rushed into the field from the left, ran towards the center circle. According to general analysis and tradition, he is determined to embrace who worships the Brazilian team, and 99% is Neymar, the top card.

Neymar is ready to hug the fans, and he has written a heart-warming speech.

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

Neymar: "..."

What do you want? Want to commit a terrorist attack before the penalty shootout? It is easier to crush you to death than to crush a bug. Little bastard, think about it before you come.

Romero continued to sprint, aiming for Zhuo Yang at the end of the team.

The Chinese fans in the stands were restless. Don't think that the Chinese people are really kind. If you try to do something wrong and dare to hurt Zhuo Yang, we will not hesitate to turn the Rostov Stadium into a sea of ​​blood.

Zhuo Yang didn't care at all, he smiled at Romero who rushed towards him with a grim expression on his face. To put it humbly, he can hit fifty with such a thin rod.

‘Puff! Romero suddenly knelt down at Zhuo Yang's feet, raising his hands and shouting.

—Reidofutebol, Reidofutebol!

Zhuo Yang: "..."

Portuguese-the king of the ball!

Romero shouted ‘King of the Ball’ and bowed to Zhuo Yang, making Zhuo Yang quite embarrassed. Don't tell me, brother, I don't care about this title...

Some of the Chinese team can understand, and those who understand are given translations for those who do not understand. In any case, Romero's actions speak for themselves.

A Brazilian fan rushed into the stadium and bowed to the enemy. This in itself is a landmark event.

The Brazilian fans in the stands were stupid, but the Chinese fans understood. The applause swept through them. As Romero leaned over to worship again and again, the Chinese fans shouted.

"Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang! Zhuo Yang!"

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

Zhuo Yang pulled Romero up and hugged him briefly.

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

Romero was obviously still excited, still incoherently saying "the king of the ball", and then stubbornly leaned down to kiss Zhuo Yang's sneakers, a tough guy fan named Che Jianghu.

When he stood up again, he was crushed on the ground by a hungry tiger who was finally rushed to the Russian security guard.

The big-waisted security guards all look like they are going to eat people. Snipping Romero's arm back was about to carry him down as a chicken.

Zhuo Yang didn't want it anymore. At any rate, it was the people who came here to bow down. Do you guys do not look at the master when you **** hit the dog?

"Stop!" shouted angrily. "He's still a child, and it's over after coaxing it out. Are you going to kill him?"

The Chinese players swarmed up, and UU Reading www.uukanshu.com directly rescued Romero from Mao Zi.

The stadium security looked at Zhuo Yang, whose face was sinking, and his heart was aroused collectively.

Four years ago, in the famous football match of Pisjuan, Zhuo Yang led Real Madrid to hunt down the sliver and the security guards. Who knows who does not know? Since ancient times, the soft ones are afraid of the hard ones, the hard ones are afraid of frustration, and those who are frightened are afraid of death.

Mao Zi's security is hard, but Zhuo Yang is obviously desperate.

Captain Mao Zi hurriedly explained to Zhuo Yang with a friendly face, that he calmed down his anger in such a way, but Zhuo Yang had no time to take care of him.

There was a strange scene on the court: Chinese players escorted Brazilian football fan Romero to leave the field safely, but it was Brazil's 11 indifferent faces and 11 unrelated spectators. Chinese fans and Brazilian fans applauded in the stands.

Zhuo Yang also found it interesting, so he shrugged his shoulders to the Brazilian team: I don’t want to be like this~~

As a result, the Brazilian team broke the defense.