champion godfather

Chapter 987 Tickets for Heart of the Seven Lions
The hotel business in Madrid has improved, and it is almost impossible to book any vacant rooms at this time.The main reason for this is the English.

Since the England national team entered the final of the World Series for the first time in 50 years, it caused a huge repercussions in England. Many England fans who did not plan to come to Spain to watch the game packed their bags and flew to Madrid.Final tickets have long been hard to come by, but these English people still hope to meet people who refund their tickets outside the Bernabéu Stadium.

As for no place to live?That's not a problem, you can sleep on the street to watch the football.Many England fans carry tents with them, as if they are going camping in the deep mountains and old forests.The fanaticism of England fans can be seen.

Due to the influx of a large number of England fans, the Madrid city government had to temporarily issue an order to allow major parks to open at night for fans who did not book hotel rooms to camp.

"Seeing them makes me feel so blessed!" Slim Bill exclaimed from his seat at an open-air bar, pointing to the spectacular rows of colorful tents across the street. "We don't have to sleep on the street, and we still have tickets to the finals!"

His voice was a little louder, which immediately attracted the attention of the people around him.John noticed that each of them had an eager look in their eyes. He knew that those people hadn't got tickets yet, and he would be very sensitive to hear anything about tickets at this time.

"Keep it down, idiot! Do you think we're under siege?" John slapped Bill on the head.

"Uh..." Bill shrank his neck and lowered his head to drink.But after being honest for a while, he stretched again: "There are still five hours before the start of the game. The time is really difficult...Why don't we go to the England team hotel and wait like everyone else? Maybe we can To get the player's autograph..."

John glared at him: "Have you forgotten what kind of person Tony is? At this time, let alone the fans, even the reporters are driven away by him. Do you think you can gain anything by going there?"

"Ah, that's right...every time Nottingham Forest has a final, it's like this. Hey, do you think Tony will be nervous?"

"Nervous?" The others were puzzled.

"Yeah, although he is not a rookie on the first day of coaching, but this is his first final as the head coach of the national team, and it is also the European Cup final that we have never won."

When Bill said this, everyone fell into deep thought.It took a while before someone murmured: "Has anyone seen Tony's nervous look?"

He looked at everyone, and everyone shook their heads in return.

"In my impression, Tony was never afraid of anyone. He dared to fight Michael on the first day he arrived at Burns' bar, haha! You must know that Michael is a well-known fighter in our area!" Someone laughed.

But when it came to Michael, everyone's mood suddenly sank.They all thought of this old friend who hadn't seen each other for a long time.Now he is working hard for his family business in the United States, and he doesn't know if he is still paying attention to football, whether he knows that the England team has entered the European Cup final.Each of them is a fanatical fan, but football brings them different stories. The sadness brought to Michael is only once, but it is unforgettable.

The speaker also realized that he had mentioned a name that should not have been mentioned, so he laughed a few times, lowered his head and drank to cover it up.

"I know that Tony will send Michael a ticket every time his team reaches the final. It's a pity that he hasn't had such an opportunity since he resigned from the Forest team. I don't know if this time will be the same What?" Fat John took the initiative to mention their old friend.

John mentioned the past, but everyone became more and more silent.They all seem to be wondering whether their old friends on the other side of the world have received tickets.

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Michael was in his suit by the door, his briefcase beside him.It's seven o'clock in the morning PT, and he has to go to work.

The wife saw him off at the door with the child in her arms.

"If there is no entertainment tonight, I will come back for dinner..." He kissed his wife, but she avoided him.

"You have to come back for dinner today no matter what." His wife glared at him, "You don't even remember Shannon's birthday, do you?"

"Ah..." Michael had a sorry expression on his face.

"What are you thinking about these days, Michael? You're always absent-minded. You can lose your mind while eating." The wife complained dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work. Recently, the company seems to have personnel adjustments, and the pressure is high..." Michael could only comfort him with nice words. "After this busy period, I will definitely ask for a few days off to go out and play with you mother and daughter." Speaking of this, he pinched the pink face of his little daughter who was hugged by his wife. "I'm sorry, Shannon. Don't be mad that Daddy forgot your birthday."

The little girl who was only three years old replied in a childlike voice: "No—will—"

Michael smiled at his wife: "You see, our little princess is not angry."

"I really can't do anything about you." The wife curled her lips helplessly, and this time she took the initiative to send a parting kiss.

After a passionate kiss, Michael opened the door and walked out.

Sitting in his Ford, Michael was waiting for the green light at the intersection.With his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes caught sight of the black briefcase on the passenger seat.His wife observed carefully. He was indeed absent-minded these days, but it wasn't because of the heavy work pressure. He was definitely busy, but he had been so busy for so many years, and he never forgot his son Gavin Bernard's memorial day.

The reason that made him restless these days is lying quietly in the briefcase at the moment.

Michael looked up at the traffic lights in front of his eyes. The red lights seemed a bit long this time, and traffic jams during working hours were normal.He simply took the briefcase and pulled out an envelope from it.The handwriting on the envelope was familiar, and seeing the words was like seeing his face.

Michael opened the envelope and took out what was inside - a ticket to the European Cup final.

Compared with Europe, the enthusiasm of Americans for football is still pitifully small. They are even more indifferent to the European Cup football match that has nothing to do with the United States, and there are few reports on the relevant news in the news media.Some time ago, the media were all paying attention to the NBA Finals. The Lakers and the 76ers fought to the death, which made basketball fans all over the world crazy. Here and Europe seem to be two completely different worlds.

Michael is not a basketball fan, not before, not now, and probably never will be.But he really hasn't cared about football for a long time.Seeing this ticket now, he knew that Tony Twain must have led the England team to the final of the European Cup.

That's something to be happy about, given that England haven't reached a World Series final in 50 years.But this ticket evokes more memories, memories that do not belong to England or the European Cup at all.

He still kept the promise he made to his wife back then, so when Twain stopped sending him tickets to the final two years ago, his life had nothing to do with football at all.He is just like any ordinary person, working hard every day to get promoted and support his family.Three years ago, his wife gave birth to a daughter for him, and the family's focus shifted to his daughter, Shannon Bernard.He loves his daughter and pours all his love into it, and he doesn't want Gavin's story to happen to Shannon.The wife also loves her daughter very much. Every time she sees her daughter's innocent smile, she can forget the pain of losing her beloved son.

But two years later, a ticket sent from the European continent reminded Michael of his crazy football years.

When he began to seriously consider the noon break, is there a place where he can watch a game without interruption.

The ear-piercing sound of the horn woke up Michael in his memories, and he realized that the signal light ahead had turned green, and a long queue had already formed behind him.One after another, the sound of the horn was urging the bastard in front.

Michael put the tickets back in the envelope and dawdly moved the car out.

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Chris Rack stood alone in the quiet cemetery.There are really few people here, the dense shade covers the sky, the temperature is one or two degrees lower than outside, and there are a few birdsong occasionally, but other than that, there are no other sounds from other creatures.

This is only his second visit, the first being at Gavin Bernard's funeral.All the members of Nottingham Forest were present, and even the old club chairman sent his assistant. Naturally, he, the coach of the youth team, was not absent.

He never came here again after that.For some people, the child who died that day was one of the most important people in their life, but for David Chris Lacker, he didn't feel that way.

Two days ago, Chris Lak, who was on vacation at home, suddenly received a call from Tang En.On the phone, Tang En asked Chris Rack to do him a favor, because Tang En used to do this by himself, but now that Tang En is far away in Spain, it is impossible for him to leave the team and fly back to Nottingham alone, so he can only ask Friends in Nottingham helped.

The next day, Chris Lack received an express mail containing a ticket.

Today, he came here to deliver tickets to Gavin Bernard.

Of course, he didn't forget to buy a bouquet of flowers, which was not what Tang En requested.Since he came to visit Gavin, sending a bouquet of flowers is a necessary etiquette.

When carefully placing the flowers in front of the tombstone, Chris Lak also noticed the small words under the tombstone.

He suddenly felt that the world was impermanent.Nottingham Forest's most loyal fans are buried here, and he himself has left the Forest team where he has worked for more than ten years, and he is still at home.

Tang En didn't know if he would come back, but maybe the time in his life that belonged to Nottingham Forest had come to an end, and he would start seriously considering invitations from several other clubs.

"Gavin. It's the first time I'm chatting with you. I didn't expect it to be like this." Chris Lack smiled self-deprecatingly, "Tony asked me to send you the ball tickets, and I also want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to you. Thank you for your support to the team, but you are sad to see Nottingham Forest today? I tried my best, but it’s a pity...it’s okay, at least we are still in the Premier League. Think about 14 years ago, we They are still struggling in the First Division. Maybe this is the positioning of Nottingham Forest. No team can win forever, no team can always dominate European football. We have done it, it is nothing What a pity."

He took out the ball ticket, lit it with a lighter according to the method Tang En said, and didn't let go until the flames burned to his fingertips.The ball ticket, which had been burnt into a section of black ash, floated down and landed on the flowers, completely reduced to ashes.

"Just being a fan is fine... Goodbye, Gavin, remember to watch the finals."

Chris Lak waved to the tombstone, turned and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

A gust of wind behind him moved the flowers in front of the tombstone, as well as the black ashes. The dense woods made a rustling sound, as if saying goodbye to Chris Lak.

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Tang Jing sat on her husband's lap and acted like a baby. Their son had just been taken back to his hometown in China and handed over to his grandparents.Couples can enjoy the two-person world.In her plan, she would have a romantic candlelight dinner with her husband tonight, then put on the newly bought sexy lingerie, and have sex with her husband on the bed.

But her plan was blocked by her husband before she could say it.

"I can finally watch the game without being disturbed at night." Tang Jing suddenly said this while holding Tang Jing, and Tang Jing's heart suddenly turned cold.

"It's not the Chinese team's game, what do you think it's doing?"

"I'm a football coach, and I have to grasp any information related to football." Tang was also surprised why Tang Jing would ask such unlevel questions.

Tang Jing gave him a blank look. "But tonight..." She hesitated to speak, Tang must know what she meant.

Sure enough, Tang knew about it, but her reaction made her very angry.

"That's fine every night, the European Cup final comes only once every four years..."

Tang Jing was furious, but she had to admit that there was nothing wrong with this sentence.It is true that we can have sex every night, and we have to wait four years for the next European Cup final.

"You...you can't watch the video!"

"Of course I have to watch the video, but the live broadcast of the game is also very important..." Tang still insisted on his principle-tonight, football is more important than sex.

Tang Jing stood up from Tang's lap angrily, and still pinched Tang's shoulder hard.Tang Jing grinned in pain, but it didn't ease the resentment in Tang Jing's heart in the slightest.

She had decided to interfere while Don was watching the game.

For simple Don, tonight is football night.But for Tang Jing, tonight is a head-to-head battle between her and football for her husband. She wants to see whether she is more attractive or football is more attractive.

Robbing a man with my wife?I want to make you look good, football!
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