The Fall of the Black Eagle (Please Subscribe)

The whole world had been anticipating a clash of titans, but no one had expected the match to become so completely one-sided.

Four minutes—just four minutes!

Italy National Team had scored twice, and those two goals had essentially sealed the victory.

The course of the match shocked the entire world.

Even the players on the pitch had not expected the goals to come one after another. Once they came to their senses, they began celebrating wildly.

Italy wore deep blue, while Argentina wore sky blue.

No one knew how deep the sea was, but the height of the sky was plain to see.

Although the match had only just begun, many people had already completely lost faith in Argentina's chances of reaching the final.

Alejandro Sabella stood on the touchline with a deep frown.

Although the Argentine Football Association had announced that he would leave his post as Argentina's manager after the World Cup, the veteran coach was still working hard.

He loved Argentine football dearly.

When Maradona later passed away, the blow would be so great that he would lose consciousness and be admitted to the ICU.

But right now, he simply could not find anything to adjust.

Argentina's squad value was high, but it was all concentrated in attack.

If he wanted to take off players like Mascherano, the only replacement available was someone on Gago's level.

When Gago had first gone to Real Madrid, people could still say his future was promising. But after years of development, he was now on an entirely different level from Mascherano.

"Be careful. Don't concede any more."

After standing on the sidelines for dozens of seconds, Sabella could only squeeze out those words.

The team had become much more harmonious without Tevez, but when it really mattered, there were hardly any