The balance of victory tilted towards the Spanish Bullfighting Legion.

Portugal rarely had a chance to threaten the opponent's dangerous area.

Instead, they were frantically suppressed by Spain.

They couldn't win the midfield battle, and the overall operation couldn't get going.

Joao Mario couldn't even touch the ball, let alone supply Cristiano Ronaldo with ammunition.

"With Li Kang's organization and connection, Spain played flowing cooperation."

"The midfield cores of several European powerhouses are gathered together, and the control and dominance are too terrifying!"

"Just using the change of rhythm can torture the opponent helplessly."

"Oh, we see Cristiano Ronaldo also participating in the defense, very actively!"

"One person can't play any role."

....

Pepe and Fonte were miserable.

It's really difficult for them to stop Diego Costa, who is at his peak, without fouling.

Not to mention the three "auxiliary plug-ins" of Cazorla, Iniesta, and David Silva.

Even more terrifying: there is also a Li Kang who occasionally inserts into the attack!

Portugal's defense line was crumbling.

Fortunately, goalkeeper Patricio regained a bit of his form, making high saves and repeatedly resolving dangerous situations.

"An infinitely promising genius goalkeeper!"

"His performance in this European Cup is too brave."

...

The 15th minute of the game.

Joao Mario exploded.

Yes.

It's like a hidden passive talent.

This guy occasionally goes crazy, and when he does, it's like he's cheating.

With a snap.

He timely assisted Fonte and stole the ball from Diego Costa's feet.

"Portugal's counterattack!"

"The ball is lost again!"

Without advancing a few steps.

Li Kang completed the steal and quickly advanced with the ball.

The entire Spanish team, like a red torrent, irresistibly washed over the opponent's penalty area.

Continuous quick passes.

Exquisite coordinated running and passing.

The trajectory of the football is like a sharp blade.

Portugal's defense line was as thin as white paper, cut to pieces.

Cazorla's left foot sent out a strange oblique pass with the outside of his foot. Carvajal took the ball and got rid of William Carvalho, contributing a highly concealed and exquisite through ball, completely piercing Portugal's defense line.

Diego Costa carried Pepe away, didn't shoot himself, but passed it to David Silva, who was in a better position.

The Manchester City midfielder blasted a curved shot from the arc of the penalty area!

Patricio did his best, his white gloves barely blocked the ball!

"This ball didn't clear far!"

"Danger!"

"Beautiful, another goal!"

Li Kang miraculously appeared near the penalty spot and gently pushed the ball in, scoring!

3:0!!!

...

The Stade de France.

Applause thundered.

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

"Lee!!!"

Li Kang was surrounded by his teammates.

Spanish fans and neutral fans shouted hoarsely.

Passed into the ears of Portuguese fans, it was like a dirge from hell.

They couldn't believe what was happening before their eyes.

This is the stage of the European Cup final.

How could it be so easy to score?

Spain is not the German team!

How could they play so easily?

....

In the stands.

Dino and Beretta were very excited.

Voller said with emotion: "The German team lost to this Spanish team without any regrets. The Bullfighting Dynasty has completed its revival and has unparalleled midfield dominance."

Old Top clapped his hands: "The World Cup in two years may not be the same... Maybe this is the last afterglow Spain will leave to the world."

...

Time passed by every minute and second.

Del Bosque yawned.

Santos turned pale.

The one-sided crushing situation killed all suspense.

Portugal's defense line was not only repeatedly defeated, but also their psychological defense line gradually loosened under the opponent's constantly changing offensive.

Too difficult.

Too tormented.

19-year-old Sanchez's eyes were red and his fists trembled.

He finally understood the feeling Senderos had when he met Drogba.

The Spanish No. 6 in front of him was like a demon king.

...

Pepe felt like vomiting.

He is 34 years old this year.

He could never use up his stamina when he was young.

Now, under Spain's extreme rhythm changes, his stamina was sharply reduced, and he was in a mess.

Dimensionality reduction strike.

With the assistance of this group of second-rate defense partners, the invincible fleet in front of him was more terrifying than any opponent he had encountered in his career.

Diego Costa, who was prowling nearby, didn't even bother to use trash talk and petty tricks...

Despair.

Despair occupied the hearts of all Portuguese people.

The Stade de France was only filled with cheers that didn't belong to them.

On the green field.

Only a figure wearing the No. 7 jersey was constantly running back and forth.

He was so embarrassed.

Perfect passing routes, like the lines on a puppet, controlled the direction he ran.

Just like the country boy who had just walked out of Madeira Island, he was ridiculed and bullied in the world he experienced.

Helpless.

Hesitant.

Meaningless futile resistance.

Eventually burned out by a heart that refused to give in.

...

A moment later.

Unsuccessful in pressing.

He angrily cursed his teammates in the back.

Santos waved his hand quickly.

If they increased the number of people pressing in the frontcourt, the backcourt would be broken through in minutes!

"The Spanish team is gradually slowing down the rhythm."

"With a three-goal lead, they still have to take care of the stamina of veterans like Iniesta."

"Cazorla and David Silva also have old injuries."

"The Invincible Fleet is getting closer and closer to the Delaunay Cup!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo raised his hand towards the backcourt, encouraging his teammates to strengthen the frontcourt pressing rhythm."

"Resolute eyes,"

"He is still persisting."

"Oh, why is Cristiano Ronaldo limping?"

"It should be an old injury to his knee!"

"The knee joint is one of the most complex joints in the human body, and it is also the hub of the entire human kinetic energy!"

"Cristiano Ronaldo is sitting on the grass!"

"Can't persist in the game?"

...

Cristiano Ronaldo took off his captain's armband and sat on the grass in pain.

His eyes were red.

His expression could not hide his disappointment and unwillingness.

The moment he took off his shin guard, tears could no longer be stopped.

Iniesta hesitated slightly and kicked the ball out of bounds.

The referee stopped the game and signaled the team doctor to come on.

The Stade de France was now filled with no boos, only the sighs of Portuguese fans.

It seemed that the dream of winning the championship ended abruptly with Cristiano Ronaldo's fall.

He carries the hopes of countless fans,

The close-up shot moved to his face.

A moth fluttered its wings and landed between his eyebrows.

At this moment.

It seemed that the whole world felt the sadness of Portugal's No. 7.

"The country boy who walked out of Madeira Island, trampled through the mud... and grew up all the way to become the world's most watched superstar."

"Fate made a joke and stopped his journey in the French European Cup in the most helpless way."

"A butterfly can never fly over the sea."

"A hero fell on the road to his dream."

"The reincarnation of twelve years."

...

Live broadcast room.

-【The butterfly is a messenger sent by God, even God can't bear Cristiano Ronaldo's crying.】

-【What butterfly? That's a moth!】

-【The corner flags, nets, and grass are all covered with insects and moths!】

-【I admire you fans who don't understand romance.】

-【What should I do? Cristiano Ronaldo is off the field, Portugal is finished.】

-【When he is off the field, Portugal will show its true strength.】

....

Quaresma came on as a substitute.

The game resumed.

Li Kang suddenly discovered: Portugal's overall offense and defense were one level stronger.

The positional spacing on the defensive end was maintained extremely reasonably.

On the offensive end, they could play a three-dimensional counterattack with a clear structure.

Losing the attacking core, all the Portuguese players released their nature, as if they had broken through the shackles that imprisoned everything.

"The Spanish team is still controlling the rhythm."

"Beautiful, Portugal intercepted the ball!!"

"Santos and Quaresma's cooperation!"

"Inspired by Cristiano Ronaldo..."

"This is the temperament of a leader! Even if he can't persist in the game, the spirit he left behind is still inspiring his teammates!"

....

Second half.

After receiving treatment, Cristiano Ronaldo returned to the bench.

He couldn't help standing next to the old coach Santos, overstepping his authority... loudly directing the team.

Portugal soon collapsed.

In the end, they could not avoid the tragic defeat.

Finally.

Beep! Beep beep~

The referee blew the whistle to end the game.

Spain 6:0 Portugal!

The biggest tragedy in the history of the European Cup final was born!