champion godfather

Chapter 883 The Wonderful Night of Heart of the Seven Lion Kings Begins
After Fat John and Thin Bill woke up from their sleep, they found that it was almost eleven o'clock at noon.They rushed out to knock on doors one by one, and in a few moments the hallway went from quiet to loud.A group of English people yawned and came out of their respective rooms one after another.I drank too much wine last night, and my head still hurts.

"Damn it, it's eleven o'clock? Now I'm going to be late for work..." Some people were still confused and couldn't tell where they were.

"Wake up, Gary. We're in Spain! In Madrid!" John tapped the befuddler on the head.

"Madrid?" The confused worm was stunned for a while, then covered his head and shouted: "Champions Cup final!!"

The people next to him laughed when they saw him waking up like a dream.

This smile also dispelled the rest of their drowsiness.

"Okay guys, it's Jihad day! Give me some refreshment. Pack yourselves and we're off to eat!"

This is not a high-end hotel, and a group of ordinary people in a small city in the middle of England can't afford a four-star or five-star hotel.But even such a small hotel was hard to find.The Champions League final is being held in Madrid, which has directly spurred hotel stays here.

The hotel where John and his group lived is located in the south of Madrid, a place where the economy of Madrid is relatively backward.The environment of the hotel is not good, but the price is cheap, which is the best choice for those who are not rich.

As soon as John and the others came out wearing the scarves around Nottingham Forest, they attracted the attention of the surrounding Spaniards.

But the English were not nervous, and they shouted to the Spaniards: "Nottingham Forest must win!"

This is not a provocation, because they did not drink too much, in fact, it is to please.

Then the Spaniard responded: "Death to Real Madrid!"

This is a group of Atletico Madrid fans.Both Spaniards and Madrid natives, what they want most is to see their mortal enemy lose at home.

"We found a good place." John laughed. "Let's go eat, guys!"

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Javier Thomas is a history teacher in a middle school in Madrid. He is French, but now he is a Real Madrid fan.

At the peak of Real Madrid ten years ago, he was still teaching in France and had no interest in football.At that time, Real Madrid was full of superstars and stars, known as the "Galaxy Battleship". They won two European championships in three years, and they were in the limelight for a while.It's the best team in the world.

In 2005, he came to Madrid to continue teaching. He had heard the reputation of Real Madrid before, but unfortunately, the Real Madrid he saw was the Real Madrid that survived the catastrophe.It seems that the once magnificent palace has now become an overgrown ruin.

But his circle of life is still full of Real Madrid fans, and he is puzzled and surprised by this.He decided to explore the root cause of all this.Since he is a history teacher, he began to study from history.The history of Real Madrid is what they are most proud of. Study history, get in touch with Real Madrid fans around them, and go to watch Real Madrid games in person. This tall Frenchman with glasses and gentle manner has become a Real Madrid fan ever since.

But what made him really fall in love with Real Madrid was not the glorious history, but the spirit and fighting spirit shown by Real Madrid in the following seasons.Their ability to come back from 4 points behind Barcelona to win the title showed the spirit of a Real Madrid that had been neglected in previous years.When he saw Higuain score a goal at the last moment at the Bernabeu and beat the Spaniard 3:[-], he, a gentle and good man, was also very excited. People hugged and roared.

And such an exciting reversal is far from one game or two, and he has fallen in love with such a team ever since.

Today he is a staunch fanatical Real Madrid fan.He has a dual identity. On weekdays, he is a polite teacher in the school. He never argues with others, and even his body language is very gentle.But by the weekend, he's an excitable and dangerous guy who everyone better stay away from.

Even his wife of 20 years could not understand his transformation.

She can only blame it on the fact that football is such a crazy sport. Fortunately, their child is a daughter. If it is a son, she will definitely keep him away from football...

"It's finally coming to an end." The wife sighed when she saw her husband checking the "equipment" for the night's game over and over in the room.For her, her husband's regular fits of mental illness were also curable.My husband is just a Real Madrid fan, not a fan of the French national team or the Spanish national team, so the summer World Cup has nothing to do with him.Today's game will be Real Madrid's last game of the season. No matter what the result is, her husband will soon return to normal.

After packing up the equipment, the husband came out of the bedroom, looked at his wife and daughter sitting in the living room, and went up to touch his daughter's head.

"Don't even think about taking her to the game." The wife became vigilant.

Thomas smiled wryly, "I'm just stroking my head. Don't look at me like you're crazy, Selea."

"You are a psychopath today."

The six-year-old daughter watched curiously as her parents argued about something she didn't understand.She likes her mother and her father, but she seems to have two fathers and two mothers.On a day like this, her gentle and beautiful mother would suddenly become neurotic, and her always smiling father would become grumpy.Her immature mind still remembered that sometimes, her father would lose his temper and throw things, but she didn't know why.Sometimes, her father would suddenly be very happy, buy her gifts, or play games with her until late, and when he hugged her, he was very hard, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she didn't know why.

Thomas didn't want to argue with his wife on such an important day.He chose silence.

The wife didn't want to talk to her either, and sat aside, hugging her daughter and watching her favorite cartoon.

Thomas just sat there for a while, feeling awkward, and when he opened his mouth to say something, his wife immediately glared at him.So he had no choice but to simply go out early, wander around, find a bar, drink and discuss the evening game with Real Madrid fans, and then set off for the Bernabeu together when the time is approaching.

Then, in these two hours, he completely forgot that he still had a wife and child at home, and enjoyed the joy football brought him. Of course, it may also be pain...

Before going out, he did not forget to kiss his wife and daughter on the forehead.This time his wife did not escape.

"I'll be back soon." After Thomas finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

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"Ah...two colors of Madrid, you don't see such a city very often. To the north is the white Madrid, and to the south is the red Madrid. Now they will all meet here, although the red does not come from the south..."

A tour guide spoke to the crowd following him in front of the Bernabeu.This group of yellow-skinned, black-haired, oriental-faced tourists were taking pictures of the majestic Bernabéu stadium with their mobile phones, cameras, and DV, and gasped in awe.No one cared what the tour guide said.

"Hey, look at those people, they are not Spanish, they are fans from England... Don't take pictures! Don't point your camera at them!" The tour guide quickly waved these curious babies to put down the shooting equipment in their hands.

"England fans, God only knows if they just drank ten gallons of beer each. Drunk England fans are the most dangerous!"

As if to cooperate with his words, the patrolling policemen also slowly approached the group of England fans in red jerseys, separating them from the people around them.England fans didn't mind the treatment, saluting the police and chanting English slogans.

"What are they shouting?" asked one of the tourists.

The Spanish tour guide shrugged: "Nottingham Forest must win...something like that. Tonight is the final of the European Champions Cup. It's a pity that you don't have tickets. Otherwise, I'd be more than happy to take you to watch a football match of the highest quality in Europe."

In fact, he really wanted to watch this final, but unfortunately he had to lead a group...

"Mr. Martin, can tickets still be bought now?" Someone among the tourists asked again.

Martin smiled at the person who asked the question, "The tickets for this game were sold out a week ago." He pointed to a shade not far away, where there were many people standing, including men and women , dressed in different ways, the only thing they have in common is that they all hold a sign in their hands, which says: "I need a ticket".

"Let's go, ladies and gentlemen, our next stop is the Harvest Goddess Square..." Martin turned his head to look at the Bernabéu stadium in the afternoon sun, the white walls were a bit dazzling in the sun.He was really reluctant, as a Real Madrid fan, it was a pity that he couldn't watch the game in person.

After settling the group of people in the evening, he must find an opportunity to be lazy and watch live TV.

Some of the tourists looked back at the Bernabeu reluctantly.They did not come at the right time. If it was a non-match day, they would still have the opportunity to enter Lushan to see the true face of Lushan, visit the honor room of the Bernabéu Stadium, and see how it compares with the honor room of Nottingham Forest...

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"Today's weather is awesome. It won't rain tonight, and maybe there will be a cool breeze." Pierce Bruce was sitting outside the cafe on the street opposite the Bernabeu with a cigarette in his mouth.Next to him are the assistants who came with him to cover the game.

His expression is relaxed, and his assistant is sweating.The approach of such an exciting game made him feel nervous and excited.

"Mr. Bruce, do you think the Forest team will win the final victory?"

"How do I know that?" Bruce shook his head, "I'm not a prophet, nor a magician with a crystal ball."

"Why don't we go to the hotel to guard, we won't get any news here." The assistant talked a lot, and he seemed really nervous and excited.

"You've been with me for two years, Paul. Have you figured out what kind of person we're interviewing?" Bruce glanced at his assistant with disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes. "For such an important game, Tony Twain will definitely drive away the reporters surrounding the hotel entrance, just like driving away a swarm of flies. He protects his team like a lactating mother beast, and does not allow anyone Half a step closer to his team. Get the news? You have nothing new except for describing Tony Twain's rudeness and unreasonableness over and over again, and the readers have long been tired of reading such things."

"Then we'll wait here, drink coffee and see... the scenery?"

Bruce nodded. "Rest, relax. You'll be busy at night, boy."

In front of Tony Twain, he honestly looks like an intern reporter, but in front of a real rookie, he can still regain the feeling and dignity of "famous record".

The young man muttered a few words, drank the coffee in his cup, and then turned his head to look at more and more fans on the street.His eyes gradually locked on the minority of female fans. After half an hour of research, he came to a conclusion—the majority of Real Madrid fans are female, and most of the young female fans are also beautiful.He even saw female fans who obviously did not belong to European faces... These people are crazy, running from the other side of the world to watch a final.

In comparison, most of Nottingham Forest's fans are from England. They don't have the world influence of Real Madrid, even if they have won many championships.On the one hand, their football is not good-looking, and on the other hand, Tony Twain's unique personality will cause them to lose many neutral fans.The third is because Nottingham Forest is still a small club and has no money to expand the global market and spread global influence.The fourth reason...Real Madrid can attract fans by continuously buying famous superstars, but who is Nottingham Forest's biggest star?George Wood, that unsmiling robot...

This is really a contest of disparity in strength... Nottingham Forest lost completely.

This result is really frustrating-there are so few beautiful women, the young reporter lamented in his heart.

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After 05:30 in the afternoon, two buses departed from two five-star hotels respectively.

The white one was followed by a group of media. Like the sharks behind the slave ship, they followed the bus closely to the Bernabéu.

The red bus has nothing but a few police cars clearing the way.As Pierce Bruce said, the reporters who surrounded the hotel were all driven away by Tang En.He didn't want his team to be disturbed in such an important game.When the reporters left helplessly while cursing Tony Twain under the scorching sun, Bruce and his assistant drank coffee comfortably under the parasol, admiring the beauties, and enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

Bruce looked at the watch in his hand, patted his assistant on the shoulder, and stood up: "It's time to work, kid."

In the square in front of them, there was a sudden commotion.

Soon, a white bus appeared in people's field of vision in the afterglow of the setting sun. The milky white body was dyed ivory yellow by the sun.The fans became excited, and the shouts spread in the square.

These voices ignited the passion near the Bernabeu, and Bruce finally felt that the atmosphere of the Champions League final was approaching step by step.

The two quickly crossed the road and ran to the square.His assistant held the camera and changed lenses while running, while he was looking for the best position.

The bus carrying the Real Madrid players slowed down in the square, and the players on board waved to the fans, prompting screams and screams.It's as if everyone here is a Real Madrid fan.

"This is the home field advantage..." Bruce murmured.The assistant beside him kept taking pictures.

Javier Thomas was also in the crowd, waving excitedly to the players in the car.

"Long live Madrid!"

Such roars resounded around the Bernabeu, tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans gathered here, wanting to witness their glorious night.

Later, the car from Nottingham Forest arrived, and there were about 1 people in Nottingham Forest to greet them, and their momentum was much smaller than that of Real Madrid fans.Coupled with the fact that the on-site police strictly controlled the scope of activities of the group of England fans, they couldn't even get close to the Forest team's bus. They could only watch the car pass through the square unimpeded from a distance and turn to the parking lot behind the stadium. .

John and Bill led their own people and shouted a few words in the crowd: "Nottingham Forest will win!" They stopped talking.They watched the policemen with unfriendly expressions spit on the ground: "It's the game, let's show you!"

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Martin could even hear the shouts coming from the Bernabéu stadium, even though he was located more than ten kilometers away from there.He is now worrying about how to get rid of a group of Chinese tourists and watch the game.If the group of tourists had dinner and found what they wanted to see in Madrid by night, he really didn't know whether he should say no.

When he was alone in the bus, he heard the sound of knocking on the window.

A Chinese in the line stood outside the car, smiling at him.

"Have you finished eating? How's the taste? This is the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid!" Although Martin's face was still full of sorrow in the last second, he smiled enthusiastically at this moment. "I'm not lying!"

"It's really authentic. It's the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid, Mr. Martin. But we want to..."

The corners of Martin's mouth twitched twice, the thing he feared most was still coming.Ahhhhh!He hated his career at the thought of not being able to watch such an important game.In the Champions League final held at the Bernabeu, the participating party is still my favorite team Real Madrid!How many times can such an opportunity come across in a lifetime?

"Aha, where do you guys want to go? How about shopping in Via Serrano? It's the best designer street in Madrid! If you don't want to go, you can go to..." Martin interrupted and began to talk The introduction, to fulfill the duties of a tour guide.

After listening quietly to Martin's introduction of all the places worth visiting in Madrid, the Chinese shook their heads and said, "We don't want to go to those places, Mr. Martin. Actually, we have discussed it and want to find a cheap but lively place to live." For one night, experience the most common nightlife of Madrid people. Especially on a night like this..."

The Chinese have given enough hints that Martin is not a fool. He said with a smile on his face: "I have a good idea! How about taking you to the Real Madrid bar with the best atmosphere here to watch the game and drink? There are beautiful and enthusiastic Spanish girls, And football and beer are more enthusiastic than them! Haha!"

It's been a fantastic night.

(End of this chapter)