Soccer Card System

Chapter 2 Spirits Like Water
Chapter 2 Spirits Like Water

In May, in the evening, in London, it was drizzling and there were many pedestrians.

Old John's tavern is located at the corner of a small street in East London. Its business is bleak on weekdays, but today it is full of customers.

Because today is the day of the Champions League final - 2007-2008 season, the Champions League final, the two sides are two teams from England: Manchester United vs Chelsea!Now that all the domestic league matches in England are over, before the start of the new season, there is only one game to watch, so it also attracts a large number of fans to watch, no matter whether they are Manchester United or Chelsea fans, they are willing to drink some beer in the pub at this time, and chat with friends while watching the game.

Watching football in a tavern is an English tradition, probably because there are too many people watching the game today, and Old John's tavern rarely ushered in a prosperous business day.

Since it was watching football, the atmosphere in the tavern should naturally be noisy and warm, but at this time, Old John's tavern was as quiet as a high-end coffee shop—if it wasn't for the rusty doors and windows, the strong smell of beer, sweat, and smoke.

There were not too many turmoil in the game. Chelsea was in possession of the ball at this time, but the score was 206-[-] for Manchester United. It was a header from Cristiano Ronaldo in the [-]th minute of the game.

After Manchester United scored, the game began to look dull. Compared with the iron-blooded defense, Chelsea's offensive ability is not as strong as their defense.

But it was not the lackluster Champions League final that made the many fans in the tavern quiet, but one person.

A man, he was dressed in black, his face was blocked by a tall black coat collar, and under his thick black hair, he could only see the outline of an oriental man. Even if he was sitting on a chair, the drinkers could roughly estimate the man's height - definitely more than 180 centimeters.

There were several bottles of whiskey on the table, the man was silent for a while, then raised the goblet in his hand.

cluck cluck
Like drinking water, drink a glass of spirits in one gulp, which contains high-strength whiskey called "water of life" by the British!

The red-faced English men around them also swallowed their saliva.Some looked at each other in blank dismay, and some had admiration or even worship in their eyes.

"Which bottle is this?"

"The seventh bottle, right?"

"I look like the eighth bottle"

The attention of the drinkers was completely attracted by this man. Compared with a boring competition, a man who drank seven or eight bottles of spirits without changing his face was more attractive to people's attention.

Dangdang
The sound of a wine bottle tapping a wine glass.

another bottle of whiskey is empty
The man turned around, and only then did the drinkers see the face of the oriental man clearly.

Sword eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, sharp and resolute face, two sharp eyes make people dare not look at each other.
This is definitely not a person to mess with!

Most of the drinkers who were staring at this oriental man turned their eyes away.

"Isn't this Chelsea's coach?!" A deliberately lowered voice sounded.

"That's right, that's right, I remembered, it's the Chinese coach of Chelsea!!" Someone echoed with a belch.

"Chelsea's coach? Hey, job, don't tease me, Chelsea's coach is now Grant, and he is in Russia with his team now. And you think Abramovich, the Russian, will hire a Chinese to be Chelsea's coach??"

"Yeah! I heard Russians are racist!"

"I hate Abramovich even though I'm a Chelsea fan!"

"What I said is true. His name is Gao Bo. He is a Chinese. He led Chelsea U18s to win the FA Youth Cup just half a month ago!!" A drunk man with red eyes stood up. He was wearing Chelsea's No. [-] jersey—this is a Chelsea or Lampard fan.

The tavern fell silent for a while, and people took another look at the man.

On the football field, although there are not many East Asians, one or two people can often be seen in weekly matches. There are also a few Chinese playing in the English league, such as Sun Jihai of Manchester City and Zheng Zhi of Charlton.
But the coach's words are in the minds of the fans, and I have never seen an East Asian coach in a mainstream European league.

However, leading Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup is enough to show the strength of this man. In the arena, the winner is king, so now no one is questioning whether this person is qualified to be the coach of the Chelsea youth team.

"Hey, job, you're behind on news. I heard Kobo got fired from Chelsea."

"Oh"

In the tavern, the fans gave Gao Bo a sympathetic look.

It turned out to be an unlucky loser who was unemployed.

"Didn't he just win the FA Youth Cup with Chelsea U18s?"

"I heard that Abu doesn't like him"

"How did I hear it offended one of Chelsea's directors?"

"The coach who won the championship was fired, and the English football tradition has disappeared from Chelsea."

"Blame that damn Russian"

"I heard Abu is a racist!!"

"Russians are always so brutal"

In the tavern, the wine was hot, and the English began to open map guns against Russia.

"The bartender."

Gao Bo turned around and snapped his fingers.

The bartender immediately delivered a bottle of whiskey.

Under the gazes of admiration or sympathy from the English people in the tavern, they drank another glass of whiskey.

He drank whiskey like he drank cold water.
After drinking a glass of spirits, Gao Bo didn't feel anything. Compared with Chinese baijiu like Erguotou, although the alcohol content of whiskey is not low, its taste is not as overbearing as baijiu.

"Hey, Chinese, aren't you a coach? Look at me, what position do I play?"

A chubby fat man wobbled to Gao Bo's side.

Gao Bo frowned, looked at the fat man in front of him, and a light curtain that only Gao Bo could see appeared out of thin air.

Explosive power: 20
Oh, it sucks
Stamina: 22
Can such stamina still play football?

Following the series of data that appeared on the light screen, Gao Bo looked at them one by one. Even if this fat man was placed on the amateur field, he was basically a waste.
Goalkeeping Skills: 55
! ! ! !
Gao Bo was shocked!

Is this trash fatty still a goalkeeper?

Gao Bo couldn't help taking a high look at the fat goalkeeper whose tongue was so big from drinking.

A goalkeeper with a skill level of 55 is considered very good in the amateur arena. It's a pity that this fat guy is too fat, otherwise some low-level league teams must be interested in this fat guy.

"I see you are so fat, the only suitable position for you is the goalkeeper." Gao Bo looked away, and the light curtain disappeared.

Gao Bo hadn't had time to investigate the source of this light curtain carefully, but he knew that it was very useful for football coaches - he could see a person's attributes, which is equivalent to going to FM for coaches.

It's a pity that you can only use it once a day, so it's cheap for you to use it on a fat man like you today.

Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it down.

"You know that too?" The fat man scratched the back of his head.

"Nonsense, old Kenny, you are so fat, of course you can only be a goalkeeper, because goalkeepers don't have to run."

"Hahaha"

There was joy in the tavern.

Fat goalkeeper Kenny didn't care about the ridicule.

"Then let's see, what will be the result of this game?" Kenny asked, pointing to the TV screen.

"Chelsea is about to tie the score." Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it down.

It is now the No. 404 minute of the game, and Manchester United still leads Chelsea [-]-[-].

"Impossible, Manchester United will not give Chelsea such a chance."

"The halftime is almost over, and the players on both sides are probably thinking about the second half."

The fans in the tavern were talking about it. England fans know football well, and they wouldn't change their opinion just because of the judgment of a professional like Gao Bo.

Fat Kenny grinned, and simply took a few sips from the wine bottle.

"Hey, let's make a bet. If Chelsea score a goal before the end of the first half, I will pay for your drink today. If you don't score, I will have a free drink today." The strong man squeezed his eyes, "Do you dare to bet, Chinese?"

"Hey, old Kenny, you're being mean."

"Isn't this bullying?"

Someone in the tavern was complaining.

"Then I would like to thank you for the treat today." Gao Bo grinned and toasted.As someone who has experienced it, he knows too well what the process of this Champions League match will be like.

At this moment, the first half of the game lasted 45 minutes, and the end of the half was approaching.Essien took a long shot from the outside of the penalty area. In fact, he probably didn't intend to do anything with this ball.As a result, the ball hit Ferdinand's leg, then Vidic's back, and the ball landed in the middle of the penalty area after two blocks.This position is not close to the goalkeeper Van der Sar, and he couldn't get out to get the ball. He wanted to hit the ball to get the ball, but he stumbled.At this time, Lampard, who happened to be following, ran to this position from outside the penalty area, kicked the goal, and the ball flew into the goal smoothly. 1 to 1, Chelsea equalized the score.

Cheers erupted in the tavern. This is London after all. Chelsea's fan base in London is better than Manchester United's.

There were also some fans who put their hands on their foreheads, obviously frustrated that Chelsea had equalized the score.

But whether it was cheering or frustration, the fans quickly refocused their attention on Gao Bo.

Gao Bo just said that Chelsea was going to score, and Chelsea did.Is there anything more magical than this?

Kenny was also one of the cheering crowd, this old fat man was also a Chelsea fan.

"Coach Gao Bo, you can drink as much as you want, today is mine!!!"

Gao Bo ignored Kenny who slapped his shoulder sorely, he looked at Lampard who was pointing to the sky to celebrate.

Then both sides didn't score in the second half, then extra time, then Terry slipped, and then Manchester United won the Champions League trophy.

The next story is like this!
Memories from 2018 were entangled with thoughts from 2008. Gao Bo looked at the TV screen, his knuckles turning white while holding the wine glass.

(End of this chapter)