The Feverish Atmosphere of the Football Kingdom, the World Cup is About to Begin!

The bus rolled steadily along, carrying the entire Three Lions Army toward their exclusive pre-match base in Rio de Janeiro.

From early June onward, the famous South American city of Rio de Janeiro had been completely swept up in the fever of the World Cup.

Every street and every corner of the city was steeped in an overwhelming football atmosphere.

Brazilian flags in yellow and green could be seen hanging from building facades everywhere.

Shop windows, lampposts, and fence walls along the streets were all covered in colorful World Cup graffiti.

Samba-style paintings, football-themed murals, and the crests of national teams from every competing country were scattered throughout, intertwining with one another.

What hit them head-on was the wildness and romance unique to the kingdom of football.

Cheerful, uninhibited Samba music could be heard everywhere, from streets to alleyways.

Passionate Brazilians wore brightly colored clothes and danced as they pleased, every step brimming with carefree abandon.

Quite a few barefoot Brazilian children chased one another across rough patches of open ground by the roadside, kicking an old leather ball around with abandon.

There were no proper pitches, no standard goals.

A patch of open ground and a football were enough to support an entire summer of joy for them.

Football had long since been carved into the bones and blood of Brazilians, woven into the everyday bustle of life.

As the World Cup's opening day drew closer, fans from all over the world steadily poured into Rio.

Argentina's blue-and-white supporters, Germany's die-hard tank fans, Italy's Azzurri faithful, Uruguay's iron-blooded supporters...

Fans of every kind gathered in this city. Different skin colors, different languages, yet all shared the same passion for football.

Fans wearing the jerseys of different nations could be seen clustering together everywhere on the streets.

They raised their