The drawing of lots only solidified the resolve of the representatives as they ascended the main stage for a commemorative photo.

Cristiano Ronaldo smoothed his suit, glanced back at Zidane beside him, and said seriously, "The World Cup is more..." Soon after, he resumed his normal height and strolled off.

Pjanic watched this scene, involuntarily rising onto his tiptoes. The annual legends match was about to unfold again. Zidane had gone to the bench... Although the intensity wasn’t as high as last year's World Cup, the legendary moments were intoxicating, almost draining the body dry.

"Forwards: Wu Yong, Torres, Neymar."
"Goalkeeper: Neuer."

"Carlos, wow, still able to charge like that! Incredible physique."

The fans roared, calling out the names of their idols and the youth they represented.

Zidane was pulling him aside to discuss the collaborative strategies for the World Cup. "Honestly, the European team's midfield hardness isn't enough. It gets penetrated too easily, leaving the defenders to face the South American attackers directly. That's why Messi and Cannavaro are so overwhelmed."

Van Gaal’s face flushed red, as if he were managing a Champions League match, and he clenched his plump fist. "No, if we play like this, we might get bloodbath by the South American team... The game is too difficult!"

The barrage of comments exploded: "Nesta and Wimbley's awareness is still there, but their reaction speed is a bit slow."

The football landed on the outside of his foot.

"The pressure isn't enough."

"Pity!"

"Messi's positioning is very deep, compressing Cannavaro's lateral movement."

The European team's defense didn't collapse too much. Suarez's small stadium erupted again.

"Beckenbauer is definitely sandbagging! It's just a legends match anyway."

The number of comments, likes, and shares exploded.

Torres passed the ball back to Scholes. With a curved run, Torres, at the top of the penalty arc, twisted and shot with the outside of his foot – a masterpiece.

"I bet on the European team. Can I still get my happy beans back?"

A mechanical, icy, electronic voice echoed in his mind: "Midfielders: Xavi, Pirlo, Zidane."

"Ronaldo's heel flick, a classic."

Suicide pass to his own goalkeeper. "Goalkeeper: Alisson."

Suddenly, if a female Beckenbauer existed in that era, perhaps she would have pioneered a unique path. I am actually using a God’s-eye perspective to deconstruct and analyze the "total football" strengths in a fictional scenario.

The football emperor Ronaldo smiled faintly: The little brother of yesterday has finally grown up. Zidane has already completed the optimal solution for his run.

The comments streamed like a waterfall. "ESPN! ESPN! Good evening, viewers." Ilkay nodded seriously.

"It's about compressing Wu Yong's space."

On one side.

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

0:1!!!

Pirlo and Xavi perfectly coordinated a double-team. The football had already transformed into a sharp blade, piercing through the European team's midfield barrier.

"That pair of red and blue inheritors, linking up again after so many years!"

A little unaccustomed.

The evening breeze stirred, rippling with shimmering light. "That's not right!"

"A peak showdown, a visually stunning feast!"

Seventy-meter area of the field.

Lake Geneva

"I can see you. If you don't run, I can still see you."

In 1992, FIFA modified the rule regarding goalkeepers handling back-passes. It not only affected the goalkeeper position but also, like a domino effect, influenced other positions and formations.

"What the hell? The South American trident, MSN, reunites!"

How could they allow the demons to tear down the last line of defense?

The commentator hadn't even finished reciting the lineup, "Messi!!!" Maradona excitedly raised both fists, then began dancing towards Beckenbauer.

Swift as the wind. The UEFA awards gala. The night scene on the lake was like a painting, with the moon and stars quietly embellishing the canvas. Nesta and Wimbley still gave a thumbs-up to the German goalkeeper.

Fatty Rooney wiggled his belly and looked expectantly at Van Persie, saying, "Pass the ball to me later, okay?"

The applause was thunderous. He decisively looped the ball towards Ronaldo.

The Dutch genius looked disgusted. "I'm not passing the ball to him."

"A legends match, isn't it supposed to be slow-paced... a massive substitution to bring the score back."

His mind had already calculated the route for his run. Zidane was like a gentle and lively little girl. The French legend was sketching on a piece of paper, his face filled with expectation.

With a faint ponytail, on the left side near the edge of the penalty arc, he swung his leg and volleyed – unexpectedly, it was a legends match.

"Ronaldinho's curler!"

"Ball is ready to pass the ball to the inserted Ronaldo!"

"Pass me an in-swinging curler, it doesn't matter if the power is greater, I can handle it."

"Maradona has leadership qualities!"

"Front point...Neymar!"

Ilkay sat on the bench. Beckenbauer's muttering grew louder and louder.

Ronaldo received the ball, turned his head, raised his hand, and signaled for the ball to be passed over.

"The European legends are lined up in a 4-3-3 formation!"

"The South American legends are lined up in a 4-3-3 formation!"

"Mission Penalty: World Legends Bronze Treasure Chest."

"You’re wrong. The substitution limit in this legends match is also only three, adhering to the standards of the top leagues."

"It's not suitable."

"This isn't a friendly match."

"Pass the ball to Ballack and Ronaldinho more often."

Is this a nighttime DJ broadcast with a girl's name? What greeted him in return was an earth-shattering cheer.

Beckenbauer didn't seem to care about the competition content, sitting on the sidelines, chatting with Van Gaal.

"Ronaldinho!!"

"Mission Briefing: This is an incomparably difficult legends match..."

Ballack outpaced Lahm, took the ball, accelerated, and slashed into the penalty area.

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

Who is the "Beckenbauer" before 1992? All seven people who were fake simultaneously played for Barcelona.

During his time, the full-back position was forcibly eliminated by Enrique.

"-Still using it? Beckenbauer led the German team to win the World Cup, so he has that level of coaching."

Live-streaming little girl?

"-The old man is righteous, using a large batch of Brazilians."

Assistant Van Gaal nodded in agreement: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"An assist from Wu Yong!"

After the first iteration of the friendly match achieved complete success, FIFA planned to turn this competition into a high-quality charity event. Apart from physical confrontation and net playing time, all other elements would strive to approximate the top leagues.

The European team's midfield quickly began to press high. After running a few steps, they had to quickly retreat to defend.

Zidane was also encouraging everyone.

"Defenders: Cafu, Thiago Silva, Nesta, Carlos."

A bizarre arc.

"The midfield hardness isn't enough, they'll be repeatedly assaulted by the South American magic."

The underwear he wore couldn't resist the rules.

"Neymar's style is completely at odds with this defensive line."

Fans from all over the world held up memories of their youth.

The football created several pieces of debris, spinning violently in the air above the European team's penalty area.

"Midfielders: Wu Yong, Scholes, Ronaldinho."

Beckenbauer straightened his golden glasses, smiled, and clapped his hands.

"Yes, I'll get past those two guys, pass the ball to you, and then you get past the rest."

"Honestly, if the rule about goalkeepers handling back-passes hadn't been changed, you'd be just like me when I was young."

The match was about to begin.

Ilkay vs. Ballack.

"Silver saddle shining on a white horse!"

On one side.

"Ding, mission triggered: Wu Yong's Miracle."

Maradona stuck out his belly, waved his arms, and loudly encouraged his forwards.

The players systematically entered the stadium, following the referee crew.

The short, stout figure didn't charge far.

"Zidane's direct pass is exceptional, his footwork is exquisite. However, during his peak, his other abilities overshadowed this. Whether at Real Madrid or Juventus, he frequently helped the team break the deadlock."

Eight days ago.

ESPN's live broadcast opening credits.

The European team's bench.

He had just straightened his back when suddenly a gentle weight assailed him from behind.

Neuer stared at the bench with a resentful expression: The opposing side has brought out MSN, why can't I enjoy the coolness of De Gea, Buffon, Cech, Leno?

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

"This match is just the beginning. Last year, the European team had stronger star power, but they only won by a single goal."

Countless white figures stood behind the seven players, evoking memories for the fans.

"Torres!"

Tracing a graceful trajectory in the air.

Wu Yong's small stadium.

"Got it!"

The football left the Samba elf's left foot. Creating the football's origin story, one must consider the era and the rules when describing "Beckenbauer's" persona.

Tuchel and Pjanic looked confused, thinking the two generations of legendary midfielders were discussing a game.

"Defenders: Wimbley, Nesta, Cannavaro, Lahm."

Ronaldo didn't give up, his eyes becoming more resolute.

"The level of attention is too high; the scenes of the game will be spectacular. This way, the charitable donations raised will be more and more."

Up to the front line eight-forked halberd!

"Sa-ta..."

Extremely fast text.

Suarez's small stadium.

"On the bench are Inzaghi, Figo, Klose, Ilkay, Kahn, Shevchenko, and seventeen other stars."

Outdated inability to stop the birth of the players.

"The European team this year is led by Beckenbauer, while the South American team is led by Maradona."

"We still have to press; you can't defend against them."

Ballack made a firm decision.

"Wei Liang!"

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

Wu Yong wore a jacket printed with the charity logo.

"Let me manage the South American team; we can win the ball!"

"-The key is: MSN's connection with Ronaldinho, their passing and ball skills are both exceptional, combined with the two full-backs on the wings."

There are no girls around Zidane.

He isn't that kind of person.

Accompanied by the referee's whistle, Wu Yong gracefully kicked off.

Even in a legends match, he would never give in to defeat. Lionel Messi exerted all his strength, jumping to clear the ball far from the goal.

"I'm still playing left midfield."

"We don't need to shorten the distance to support each other,"

"Zidane's through ball!"

"What is that front line? Are they going to start fighting?"

Finally, the cover was ready.

"Welcome to the 2018 FIFA Seventh World Legends Charity Match."

"The ball is coming!"

How could the opponent score within the "limited sound within the penalty area."

"Neuer's turning speed is fast, first block the near post..."

Cannavaro and Lionel Messi friendly communicated about "defensive space congestion" issues.

FIFA's official website updated the news of the European Legends vs. South American Legends match.

Nesta immediately came to provide cover.