Fox in the Penalty Area

"It's our turn! It's our turn! It's our turn!"

The King of Madrid players in the video cheered and shouted. Those who didn't know thought they were celebrating their successful defense of the title.

But in fact they were celebrating the women's football victory.

As soon as this video appeared on the Internet, it attracted attention and heated discussions.

"It's outrageous! Tomorrow is the Champions League final, but the King's players are having a carnival. Shouldn't they have a good rest?"

"Isn't this just right? By the time of the final, we will face a tired opponent!"

"Hehe, only Pirates fans who have never seen the world think so. Because they don't know what the 'Champions League gene' and 'championship tradition' are!"

"That's right! I actually felt relieved when I saw the Kings players cheering for the women's team to win the championship. This shows that our players are very peaceful and should do whatever they want. Even the champions dare not celebrate, so people worry that they will lose!"

"It is said that the Madrid Pirates will not allow the players to leave their rooms after ten o'clock the night before the game... so nervous, how can you expect the Pirates players to perform normally in the game?"

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With this video, the fans of the Madrid Pirates and the Kings of Madrid, the rivals of the two teams, have sex again on the Internet.

Although the game hadn't started yet, the smell of gunpowder was not bad at all.

This is the first Madrid derby in the history of the Champions League final. Everyone has no experience, and the reaction is inevitably a bit extreme.

"...In the past 24 hours, the Milan police have received a number of reports related to clashes with Madrid fans. The police spokesman appealed to the fans on both sides to remain rational. At the same time, he also stated that the Milan police will increase security to ensure that The final of the Champions League can go smoothly..."

The local news is playing on the TV in the hotel room.

Xie Lan and Hu Lixin couldn't understand Italian, but the familiar picture made them understand in seconds.

"How many fights did this take? How come it's not over yet? From Madrid to Italy..." Xie Lan sighed with emotion at first, and then said to Hu Lixin with some worry:

"When our son wins the championship, we can leave later, or we can leave at the end."

Hu Lixin smiled: "Why,

Are you still worried about being beaten when you come out? "

"Just in case, I don't have any hope for the quality of foreigners..."

"Don't worry, Xiao Song has arranged everything, and he must have taken safety into consideration. When and how to leave, we just listen to his arrangements."

Xie Lan sighed again: "It's a pity that Qingqing can't watch the game with us, alas..."

She had a good plan at the beginning - the Women's Football Champions League final ended one day earlier, so they could watch the match with Li Qingqing after the match in the Men's Football Champions League final the next day.

But the Kings women's football team is going to go to the scene to cheer for the men's team tonight.

Li Qingqing was naturally among them.

At that time, she will have no way to cheer for Hu Lai.

After the men's football final is over, the women's team will return home with the men's team.

The King of Madrid club is planning two teams to return with two Champions League trophies, as they did last season.

"That's actually good." Hu Lixin persuaded her, "If Qingqing watches the game with us, and when Hu Lai scores a goal, she cheers excitedly. After being photographed, how will she explain to her teammates and the club?"

Xie Lan pouted, and said disdainfully:

"Explain? Why do you have to explain? The team dares to ask the thighs for an explanation? Against them! The King of Madrid has only won two Champions League titles, so he doesn't know what his last name is? Forgot who these two champions are brought them?"

"Hey, you..." Hu Lixin felt that his wife always spoke so exaggeratedly.

"What me? Did I say something wrong? Let me tell you, Lao Hu, if I were the manager of the Kings Club, I would definitely have to coax Qingqing. She can do whatever she wants, just don't transfer and leave the team... She gave What's wrong with cheering nonsense? As long as she can help the king win the championship, then I have to confess! Don't say I'm wrong, think about it carefully. Is this true? The private life and performance of the players are important to the team , Which is more important? As long as the players can help the team win the championship, who cares about their private life? Don’t those players who are criticized for having problems in their private lives first have problems in the game?”

Hu Lixin opened his mouth and closed it, because he found that his wife was right.

Xie Lan, who won the verbal war against her husband, continued to stare at the TV.

The previous training and game highlights of the players of both sides are already playing on the above, so even if they still can't understand Italian, Shelan can still watch it with gusto.

When playing the scene of Hu Lai scoring a goal, Xie Lan could only understand the host reading her son's name, and she imagined that the host must be praising her son:

"...This is Hu Lai, the great player who has just created the record of scoring goals in a single season in the Champions League and the record of 60 goals in the league... He is in hot form recently and will continue to expand the single-season record of 19 goals in the Champions League in the Champions League final!"

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Wang Shanshan, CCTV's leading football reporter, is doing random interviews on the streets of Milan.

At this time, there are still about seven hours before the start of the finals.

Two hours later, that is, five hours before the kick-off of the final, the CCTV Sports Channel's special live broadcast of the UEFA Champions League final will begin.

She is currently preparing some interview material for this live broadcast.

After simple editing, these street interviews will appear interspersed in the live broadcast.

Although Hu Lai is not the first player in Chinese football to participate in the Champions League final - Li Qingqing is. But no matter whether some people admit it or are used to it, the influence of men's football is indeed unmatched by women's football. Women's football is thrown ten blocks away by men's football in terms of economic benefits, attention, and people's inherent cognition.

Therefore, Li Qingqing became the first player in the history of Chinese football to participate in the UEFA Champions League final last season, but he failed to make CCTV so motivating, sending a large-scale editorial team to the scene of the UEFA Champions League final for more than eight hours of live broadcast.

Even a lot of media, even the more serious media, when reporting on Hu Lai's participation in the Champions League final, also said that "the first Chinese player to participate in the Champions League final"-involuntarily excluded women's football.

Wang Shanshan and photographer Xiao Zhang walked and observed the street, looking for suitable interviewees.

They have interviewed fans of both sides wearing Kings jerseys and Pirates jerseys before.

She even interviewed a couple of fans, one wearing a Kings jersey and the other wearing a Pirates jersey, which made her very surprised how these two people lived together...

She also interviewed neutral fans, they just came to watch the excitement.

Of course, the Chinese fans who can be seen everywhere are also indispensable interview objects.

But after all these interviews are over, who else can we interview?

At this moment, Wang Shanshan's eyes suddenly lit up.

She beckoned Xiao Zhang to follow, and went straight to catch up with the target person.

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Wang Guangwei roamed the streets of Milan alone.

He came to Milan last night and stayed in the hotel for one night.

He didn't stay in the hotel during the day, but came out to hang out casually.

He came here last night, and he hasn't had a good look at the current street scene in Milan.

He has actually been to Milan more than once—following Eldrea to play away games—but today’s Milan is definitely something he has never seen before.

The streets and alleys have been decorated with the atmosphere of the Champions League final.

If you only look at the photos of the Madrid duo players on the posters all over the streets, it will make people think that they are walking on the streets of Madrid.

This is the influence of the Champions League final...

On a bus platform in front, there is a promotional poster of the UEFA Champions League final in the advertising light box. The poster is the player's personal theme. The star in this poster is Hu Lai.

Wang Guangwei saw some fans running to take a photo with this poster.

And it's not Chinese fans, but Spanish fans wearing pirate jerseys.

Hu Lai's influence has also gone beyond nationality and skin color.

Wang Guangwei can fully imagine that in South America, where the pirates have a slightly greater influence, there may be football teenagers wearing fake pirate jerseys running on the smoky stadium and chasing footballs.

He sighed softly.

This kid... I really can't catch up more and more.

Just when he felt melancholy in his heart, a voice sounded behind him:

"Wang Guangwei? Why are you here?"

Wang Guangwei turned his head to follow the prestige, and saw Wang Shanshan with a surprised expression.

He was also very surprised. Looking at the microphone in Wang Shanshan's hand and the videographer following her carrying a camera, he immediately understood that the other party was working.

"Is the live broadcast starting now?" He also asked.

As a reporter who specializes in reporting on Chinese football, Wang Shanshan is very familiar with the Chinese players. The two of them skipped the politeness and pleasantries when they met, and got straight to the point.

"No. I'm looking for material for the upcoming live broadcast. If it's convenient, can you accept my interview? It's a very simple interview." Wang Shanshan shook the microphone in her hand.

Wang Guangwei nodded and smiled, "Okay."

"Well, it's the same question as before. Why did you appear here? At first I thought I had misjudged the person."

"I'm here to watch the Champions League final." Wang Guangwei entered the state, stood still, and replied very seriously. "It's rare that this Champions League final is so close to me, I just want to see it."

"This is indeed a grand event in football." Wang Shanshan nodded in agreement, and then continued to ask, "Did Hu Lai give you the ticket?"

Wang Guangwei shook his head: "No, I asked someone to buy it myself."

Wang Shanshan stared and asked in surprise, "Eh? Why?"

"Because I don't want him to know..." At this point, Wang Guangwei smiled wryly, "But now that you have caught them all, he will definitely know."

"Why don't you want him to know? Isn't it great to come and cheer for your good friend?" Wang Shanshan couldn't understand.

Wang Guangwei didn't know how to explain to her the envy and jealousy in his heart, as well as a little... small inferiority complex.

He could only smile awkwardly and politely: "I want...to give him a surprise."

Wang Shanshan suddenly realized: "Ah, so it is like this!"

Wang Guangwei nodded and repeated: "Well, yes. That's it."

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In the camera, Wang Guangwei walked into the distance, and his figure quickly blended into the flow of people on the street.

Wang Shanshan, who was outside the camera, kept looking at it until Wang Guangwei was no longer visible, and the photographer Xiao Zhang next to her also put down the camera, and she said:

"Wang Guangwei must be a little bit unwilling..."

Xiao Zhang looked at her strangely: "Why do you say that?"

"Because he said it himself. 'This time the Champions League final is so close to him'... This is the closest he has ever been to the Champions League."

Xiao Zhang frowned and said, "He's only talking about distance in the physical sense..."

Wang Shanshan said angrily, "Why don't you say you're straight!"

Then she analyzed it carefully:

"Think about it, not counting Lin Zhiyuan who just came out. Among our international players studying abroad, Wang Guangwei, Zhang Qinghuan, Xia Xiaoyu, and Chen Xingyi came out at the same time, and they all played in Europe for three seasons. Only he has not yet played. Played in European competitions—whether it is the Champions League or the Europa League. When we cheered for Hu Lai and the others, and paid attention to their "China Derby" in Europe, Wang Guangwei seemed to live outside our attention, in front of the stage lights In the shadows outside. Does anyone care how he feels?"

Xiao Zhang was speechless.

"That's why he bought a ticket to watch the Champions League final. The reason why he didn't tell Hu, maybe he felt...embarrassed."

"You even know what he's thinking, are you exaggerating?"

"It's not an exaggeration." Wang Shanshan shook her head and smiled again, "Just take it as a woman's intuition."

Then she changed the subject: "But seeing that Wang Guangwei has to pay for the tickets to watch the Champions League final, I am now looking forward to next year's World Cup more and more. I feel...we will definitely achieve good results in the World Cup this time." score."

Xiao Zhang asked back: "Intuition again?"

"That's right, intuition!"

Wang Shanshan made a "v" on her face and smiled as sweetly as in the live broadcast.

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