The whistle sounded.
The referee's finger finally pointed at the penalty spot.
The entire Atumama Stadium was burning, the red Moroccan wall was like a wall of blood about to collapse, while the white Portuguese players were boiling like waves.
It was just me, standing quietly on the edge of the penalty area.
No one knows what just happened.
I leaned down, picked up a broken grass stem on the turf, and said in a voice that only I could hear:
"Skill 1, Mirror Flower, Water Moon. I am Gonzalo Ramos now."
"Skill two, diving golden body. That penalty kick is 100% ours."
"Skill three, the most holy saying. Brother referee, I scolded you just now, and you have to thank me."
I raised my head and looked at the "Cristiano Ronaldo" holding the ball and walking towards the twelve yards - the real Ramos.
He replaced my face, my name, and my body.
At this moment, he is about to score the penalty kick that should belong to me.
Forty thousand pairs of eyes in the audience stared at him.
The corners of my mouth quirked up slightly.
This is the first game.
The story behind is still very long.
From today on, the world will recognize a word again——
They used to call me the "Diving Emperor."
But after Qatar, please call me…
Football god.
