Prominence in Football Community

Chapter 415: The day of the game

On the day of the UEFA Champions League final, Feng Shiyao knocked on the door of Gao Zheng's parents' room. According to the original plan, today he would take the two of them to visit Milan Cathedral, a famous tourist attraction in Milan.

But after opening the door, the uncle and aunt refused the itinerary: "Let's rest in the hotel today, Shiyao. I was a little tired from shopping yesterday, and...Your Uncle Gao, he said he doesn't believe in religion, so he doesn't need to go to church .”

Feng Shiyao was a little surprised: "You can go to church even if you don't believe in religion, just don't treat it as a religious place, it's just a surprise..."

Gao Zheng's mother glanced back at her husband in the room, lowered her voice and said to Feng Shiyao, "Actually, his mind is full of the night's game now, and he has no intention of going out to play at all..."

Feng Shiyao came to a sudden, she could completely understand this feeling.

Compared with the UEFA Champions League final at night, "one of the five cathedrals in the world", "the symbol of Milan", and "Napoleon's coronation place"... are all unattractive.

So Feng Shiyao didn't persuade the two of them to go out to play, she nodded to express her understanding: "Auntie, you should rest first, call me if you need anything."

"Okay, why don't you go back to sleep for a while? I don't think you're jet-lagged, you still wake up so early..."

"It's okay, young people, I'm used to it." Feng Shiyao said goodbye to Gao Zheng's mother with a smile.

After closing the door, Gao Zheng's mother said to her husband with emotion: "What a sensible girl... a big singer, but she has no airs at all. It is really wronged for her to be our tour guide. A star like her must definitely Very busy... That child, A Zheng, is really too, she is so busy, and asking her to be our tour guide is really nonsense..."

Gao Zheng's father, who was sitting on the sofa in pajamas and looking at his phone while wearing presbyopic glasses, snorted, "Didn't you say Shiyao? She and Ah Zheng are good friends. Isn't it right for good friends to help each other? Besides, people What are you worrying about about things between young people?"

Hearing what her husband said, Gao Zheng's mother turned her head to think for a while, and then said with emotion: "What a good girl!"

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"Dad, I think we're a little early..." Franco Borata complained outside the San Siro stadium at San Siro, watching the closed gates.

The two of them took the first train from Genoa to Milan. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and they had already arrived outside the stadium. But the game kicked off at 8:45 in the evening, and they had to wait here for eleven hours.

"What early?" The fat boss Borata looked around, and the square was already full of elements of this year's Champions League final.

UEFA and Champions League logos are everywhere, as are promotional posters and flags of the two participating teams.

Not only that, but some fans wearing Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid jerseys have already appeared in the open space outside the stadium.

There are also people who set up tents, probably waiting here since last night.

"Look at them, we didn't come last night, it's not too early!" Polata pointed to those tents and said to his son. "Besides, let's come early to get a good seat."

"Dad, the competition is based on numbered seats. Come early and late, you have your own seat, so you don't need to occupy a good seat..."

"What do you know? The good position I said is to wait until the Atlético Madrid bus arrives, and we can be in the front row, so that we can be seen at a glance!"

When the father said,

Take pride in your cleverness.

But the son thought about it for a long time, and finally raised a different opinion timidly: "But Dad, how do you know which window of the bus Gao Hui is sitting on?"

If they were standing here, but Gao Zheng was sitting by the window on the other side of the car, even if they were standing in the first row, wouldn't they be able to see it?

The smug expression on the old Borata's face froze.

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In the restaurant, He Ping saw his commentator partner pick up his mobile phone and take a picture, with the breakfast he had just taken as the foreground, and an outdoor advertisement outside the hotel window in the background, which was the promotional poster of the UEFA Champions League final.

"What are you doing?"

"Send a Weibo." Xu Yang said while operating on his mobile phone. "All right.

He Ping took out his mobile phone, refreshed Weibo, and saw the latest news of his partner: "Good morning, Milan."

Below is that photo.

He Ping just smiled: "You are quite artistic."

"If it was a normal Champions League final, I wouldn't do it. But this time is different. This is the first time in the history of our Chinese players to participate in the Champions League final." Xu Yang said, put down his phone, and began to enjoy the food he just brought . "I think we should post a special Weibo here to commemorate this special moment."

He Ping shook his head, he didn't post on Weibo. In fact, he used to like to post a Weibo with location and attach a photo of himself whenever he went to a place.

But then because every time he posted on Weibo, many fans scolded him, Real Madrid fans scolded him as a dog of Barcelona, ​​Barcelona fans scolded him as a dog of the Royal Circus, and hated the National Football Party because of his holy grail and spittoon theory Call him a minion.

He was tired of such bottomless personal attacks on the Internet, so he gradually stopped posting on Weibo.

Today's special day is a special moment for Chinese football, but he just wants to remember it in his heart, so he won't post on Weibo.

He didn't have the energy to deal with the barbarians.

He picked up his coffee cup and squinted at the outdoor billboard outside the window.

I really didn't expect that one day I would be able to comment on the Champions League final with Chinese players...

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Griezmann, who was dining across from Gao Zheng, yawned. Gao Zheng asked strangely: "Anthony, are you awake? I see you have yawned several times in just a few minutes."

"Sorry..." Griezmann just opened his mouth to answer the question, then yawned again, and rubbed his eyes. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Why can't I sleep well? There were no Real Madrid fans outside the hotel yesterday, and the mattress was moderately soft and firm...I didn't even turn over, and I slept until dawn."

"I'm a little nervous..." Griezmann said shyly.

"Nervous?" Gao Zheng was surprised by this answer.

"Aren't you nervous, Gao?" Griezmann asked.

"I don't." Gao Zheng shook his head.

"This is my first time in a Champions League final..."

"Although it is the first time to participate in the Champions League final, I have watched it many times." Gao Zheng said.

"That's different!" Griezmann shook his head, "Watching and actually playing are completely different things!"

"I know it's two different things, Anthony. But if you haven't played in a Champions League final before, it's good to watch more. In our country, there is a saying: 'Have you never seen a pig run without eating pork?' It means that having seen it is better than not having seen it." Gao Zheng explained. "And the Champions League final is not Chinese cabbage, how can it be so easy to participate. Isn't it the first time for many people to participate in the Champions League final?"

"The Real Madrid players have it," Griezmann said.

"It's okay, we also have them here. Captain, Godin...they all have them." Gao Zheng said.

The last time the two teams met in the Champions League final was two years ago. Many members of the team have not left yet, so they are all experienced.

But Griezmann would like to say, but others have the experience of victory, and we have the experience of failure...

Of course, Griezmann didn't dare to say this in the end, but kept it in his heart.

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