(Football + Ragnarok + A Generation of Youth + Peerless Twins)
Forty-one-year-old Rogo leaned on the bench and looked at the young figures flying on the court. All he could see was the young man wearing the No. 17 Jersey with eyes as fierce as fire. After six World Cups and twenty years of time, he was still here, like a proud lion, with glaring eyes that refused to bow his head!
Li Ao lowered his head to adjust the captain's armband, and gently touched the shining gold star on his chest with his fingertips. From the young boy who came on the bench to the world champion who led the Pampas Eagles to the top of the world, he has gone through a long road intertwined with doubts and glory. Now his steps are no longer light, and he just wants to draw the most satisfactory conclusion to his World Cup career.
Niemar stood in front of the mirror in the locker room, caressing his legs that had experienced countless shovels. The scars were wrapped around his ankles like vines. The speed was quietly stolen by the years. In the wind of the United States and Canada, he heard the protest of his bones and the cry that refused to be extinguished deep in his heart. He wanted to finish the unfinished samba in the last dance!
This is the collective curtain call of an era, and the twilight of the gods has arrived.
Mod, Loyer, Laiwan, Suya... All the gods who were once on the green field will usher in their World Cup swan song in the United States, Canada and Mexico!
They came not for a feast, but for a grand and final farewell.
This time, regardless of the return date, I will only seal up my final glory on the road to chase the Hercules Cup!
