Prominence in Football Community

In the away dressing room at the Astana Arena, every Atlético Madrid player would quietly cast their eyes on Fernando Torres.

They know what this game means to Torres.

Two hundred and seventy games, ninety-nine goals, one goal short, one game short.

When Gao Zheng walked into the locker room, he saw Torres changing clothes. He took off the jacket he wore when he went out to warm up just now, and changed into the sweat-wet training clothes, revealing his naked upper body.

Seeing his naked body, Gao Zheng couldn't help but ask, "Hey, Fernando, haven't you prepared a hundred-goal commemorative shirt?"

Torres looked back and saw Gao Zheng, and shook his head with a smile: "No. What if it is prepared, but how embarrassing it is not to score? And this game... I don't think there is any need to prepare for this."

He visibly paused when he said "this match," looking worried.

Obviously he felt that this game was too difficult, and it was not an appropriate occasion to consider his own hundred goals.

It's hard to say whether Atletico Madrid can win this game. Wouldn't it be inappropriate for him to care about whether he can score the 100th Atletico Madrid goal?

He hopes that Atletico Madrid can win this game, even if they can't win, but don't lose. It doesn't matter who scored the goal.

He is enjoying his time at Atletico Madrid very much now, and he doesn't really care when the 100th goal will come.

Hearing what Torres said, Gao Zheng turned to look at his teammates, and the teammates he watched nodded to him.

So Gao Zheng knew that his teammates must have arranged all the preparations.

There must be a 100-goal commemorative jersey, and the teammates prepared it in private. But not now.

Indeed, as Torres said, wouldn't it be embarrassing if you prepared with great fanfare but failed to score in the end?

And it's not their teammates who will be embarrassed at that time, but Torres will be the most embarrassed...

So Gao Zheng stopped talking about the 100 goals with Torres. He went back to his closet and began changing clothes, ready for the next official game.

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When Simeone walked into the dressing room from the outside, everyone seemed to feel that he brought in a gust of cold wind, and those near the door couldn't help shivering.

"There is good news." Simeone stretched out a finger and said to everyone. "It's getting hotter today! Not eleven degrees below zero, but one degree below zero! Do you feel warm all of a sudden?"

No one felt warm, everyone still felt cold, and even wondered if it was really minus one degree, maybe it was because of the wind today. The biting cold wind exacerbated the cold body feeling.

Simeone changed his expression and said with a straight face: "But I still want to remind everyone to pay attention to your movements on the court. This game is very difficult, and you must be mentally prepared."

Meanwhile, in Astana's locker room, Bulgarian coach Stojlov was loudly cheering his players on.

He has arranged all the tactics he can arrange for this game, and he has said the relevant tactics countless times. There is not much time now, and the more important thing is to boost morale.

"Atlético Madrid are the toughest enemy Astana has ever faced at home, but it also means glory - you know what I'm talking about! It's not a fantasy,

Our opponents have flown for seven hours, nearly 6,000 kilometers, and there is still five time differences... Think about how we can't adapt to Madrid, then they should be the same as us now! People who say we deserved four goals away to Atlético should let them fly for seven hours before playing another game against Atlético! "

Every Astana player listened carefully to what the head coach said, and many of them nodded in agreement when they heard the excitement.

That's really not what people do.

"There's also cold air! We're used to the climate here, but the Atlético Madrid players who live in warm Spain are not... well, I once suggested opening the stadium roof at home to let in more cold air. But it was rejected, and the stadium management thought I was a bit unscrupulous..."

The players burst into laughter.

Due to the cold, the roof of the Astana Arena can be closed. But think about the head coach's proposal to open the roof and let the cold wind blow... This is indeed a bit shameless.

But Stoilov said very seriously: "But I still think we should open the roof! We should do whatever it takes to win! You must know that this is not a friendly match to show the good friendship between our two teams! This is a battle of life and death in the Champions League !This is a game for glory!This is a game that is about to make history!Yes,gentlemen!You are about to make history in your country football!This is the best stage!Trust me,maybe the last ten In 20 or 20 years, this game will still be mentioned by the people of this country from time to time, and your names will be recorded in the annals of history forever!!"

The more Stoilov spoke, the louder his voice was, and when he reached the last few sentences, he was almost roaring, and his face was flushed.

But he wasn't the only one who was blushing. All the Astana players were blushing at this moment, clenching their fists and roaring along with their head coach.

Create history and keep it in the annals of history forever.

This really stimulated these Astana players severely.

In fact, they all know that with their strength, it is extremely difficult and basically impossible to get out of this group.

But if they can beat Atletico Madrid at home, even if they don't make it out of the group in the end, they have also made history, and each of their names will remain in history.

This temptation is too great.

Even if they left the warm locker room and came to the court, the blood was still spreading all over their bodies, making them feel no cold at all.

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At eleven o'clock in the evening Beijing time, the referee blew the whistle to start the game.

Before that, the weather information of the game was displayed on the TV screen: minus one degree, with a wind speed of 22 kilometers per hour.

"The temperature is not too low, but it can't stand the wind..." Xiao Yingying, who was sitting on the sofa, sighed when she saw this message. "I don't even want to go out in this weather, let alone play football..."

"So you are you..." Feng Shiyao next to her gave Xiao Yingying a blank look.

"Can a handsome guy really score goals in such cold weather?"

"He said he could." Feng Shiyao took it for granted.

Xiao Yingying quietly made a face beside her.

This is not married yet, so there is a tacit understanding, if married, then it's okay?

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