Chapter 1176 Xiaofa's Sadness
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San Bi Xiao Dao Li
Chapter 1176 Xiaofa's Sadness
Morning light, once again rising over the city of London.
Early in the morning, the streets of London City began to be filled with fans from all over the world.
The appeal of the UEFA Champions League final is the biggest football feast of the year in non-World Cup years, but all fans who have the conditions will try to get a ticket for the final.
In addition to the fan tickets shared by the two teams and clubs, the other neutral tickets can be said to be true.
Under such circumstances, it is quite difficult for domestic fans to come to London to watch the football.
Countless fans who support Liu Feng can only come to the ball club where their city is located early on this day to watch the game.
Red and white tones filled every football-related place on the streets of China that night. Manchester United, which also had a high support rate in China, disappeared many Chinese fans out of thin air that night.
Both CCTV 5 and the news network reported on the news that Chinese player Liu Feng will play in the 2010-2011 UEFA Champions League final in the early hours of tonight.
Even fans who don't care about football at all on weekdays have learned about this event and what it means.
Today's sports weekly newspapers were sold out early, and there was a faint trend in 2002 that all the streets were filled with football.
But this time, the Chinese fans are no longer for a team, but for a person.
"Liu Feng, I love you!!!"
"Afeng! It's over!!!"
On the way to Wembley on the Arsenal bus, Liu Feng didn't put on his earphones, because he had seen the bright red more than once in his eyes.
The five stars are shining brightly, and under the sun, each and every Chinese face is very eye-catching.
"Hello!"
Opening the car window and waving to the domestic fans on both sides of the street, Liu Feng showed a very happy smile on his face.
He has interacted intimately with domestic fans who came to watch him more than once.
Every time, when he sees his compatriots from afar outside the parking lot after a day of training, he is always willing to stop and take a photo with them to sign.
As waves of fans returned to London, news of Liu Feng's approachability has already spread throughout China.
So, a bold little fan handed a small five-star red flag to Liu Feng.
Accepting the banner with great care, Liu Feng's expression was quite solemn, which is where all the sustenance of being a Chinese in a foreign land gathers.
"You are our pride!"
Outside the car window, the middle-aged man holding the little fan and his wife shouted loudly to Liu Feng who was going away.
Obviously, this is a family that brought their family to London to cheer for Liu Feng.
"..."
Looking away from the family, Liu Feng's eyes gradually became brighter. At this moment, besides wanting to win today's game as a player, there is another kind of strength in his heart.
Thousands of miles across the ocean, the countless fans who spoke the same language as him and shouted for him came to him in a trance at this moment.
Carefully put the national flag in the bag, Liu Feng picked up his mood and chatted with Arsenal teammates again.
Compared with Liu Feng, most of the other team members sitting in the car are British players, but Xiaofa sitting next to him is Spanish.
As a football powerhouse, Spanish fans obviously did not give Xiaofa as much support as China cheers for one person.
The Spanish fans from afar can only be seen occasionally from the car window, and Fafa has nothing to do after saying hello to them.
As the two souls of the team's frontcourt, Liu Feng and Xiaofa reached an agreement on one point at this moment.
In fact, both of them can be said to have gone abroad to start their careers at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Compared with other peers, their experiences have made them mature faster.
Xiaofa is now 24 years old, and was poached by Wenger from La Masia. Although he won the World Cup with Spain along the way, he always missed something.
Wealth and honor do not return home, such as night travel in brocade clothes, this kind of bitterness is indeed a bit difficult to digest.
"Do you miss home? Feng."
"How do you ask this question? It's okay."
"Haha, I kind of miss my life in Spain, and frankly, it's been a long time since I've heard anyone around me speak Spanish."
"Ah."
Compared with Liu Feng, who has great determination to leave the big dye tank of domestic football, La Liga is actually a pretty good league for any player.
In other words, compared with Liu Feng, Cesc Fabregas actually has a way to go back.
In the subsequent exchanges, after realizing that although Liu Feng missed everything about his motherland, he did not abandon all thoughts of returning to China to play football, Xiaofa gradually fell silent.
People have their own worries, and they can only talk to each other, and it is difficult to understand each other.
"Will we win today's game?"
"Francisco, look into my eyes."
Seeing his teammates chatting and suddenly getting sentimental, Liu Feng turned around and looked directly at Xiaofa with burning eyes.
"Can you accept that we missed the championship?"
"No."
"Very well, then tell me, will we win?"
One sentence went straight to the heart, and Liu Feng's eyes made Xiaofa's heart instantly firm.
"We will definitely win!"
"now it's right."
Patting his teammate on the shoulder, Liu Feng's inner self-confidence has reached its peak at the moment, no matter who the next opponent is, he has only one idea, to overthrow them.
It doesn't matter who comes.
"Okay guys, get out of the car."
In the parking lot of Wembley Stadium, the Arsenal team, which occupies a favorable location, got out of the car first, and the players followed Wenger all the way to the familiar dressing room of the stadium and sat down firmly.
"Speaking of which, this is the third time we have come here this season."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wenger easily reminded the fans of the previous two scenes of winning the trophy here.
"Haha, coach, I think the result will be the same this time."
The little tiger yelled directly, which made the other team members laugh.
"I think so."
Pulling out the tactical board on the side with ease, Wenger began to put stamps on it one by one.
"Then now, it's time to announce the starting lineup."
In a word, all the team members sat up straight in an instant.
Everyone looked at the professor eagerly, and no one wanted to be the first to appear in such a grand event.
"Then, let's announce the first player first, the left winger~"
"maple!"
This is an arrangement that is undisputed and no one will object to it. Liu Feng has already faintly become the spiritual pillar of the team.
As long as this man is on the court, the Gunners will feel extremely stable in their hearts.
Chapter 1 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
Morning light, once again rising over the city of London.
Early in the morning, the streets of London City began to be filled with fans from all over the world.
The appeal of the UEFA Champions League final is the biggest football feast of the year in non-World Cup years, but all fans who have the conditions will try to get a ticket for the final.
In addition to the fan tickets shared by the two teams and clubs, the other neutral tickets can be said to be true.
Under such circumstances, it is quite difficult for domestic fans to come to London to watch the football.
Countless fans who support Liu Feng can only come to the ball club where their city is located early on this day to watch the game.
Red and white tones filled every football-related place on the streets of China that night. Manchester United, which also had a high support rate in China, disappeared many Chinese fans out of thin air that night.
Both CCTV 5 and the news network reported on the news that Chinese player Liu Feng will play in the 2010-2011 UEFA Champions League final in the early hours of tonight.
Even fans who don't care about football at all on weekdays have learned about this event and what it means.
Today's sports weekly newspapers were sold out early, and there was a faint trend in 2002 that all the streets were filled with football.
But this time, the Chinese fans are no longer for a team, but for a person.
"Liu Feng, I love you!!!"
"Afeng! It's over!!!"
On the way to Wembley on the Arsenal bus, Liu Feng didn't put on his earphones, because he had seen the bright red more than once in his eyes.
The five stars are shining brightly, and under the sun, each and every Chinese face is very eye-catching.
"Hello!"
Opening the car window and waving to the domestic fans on both sides of the street, Liu Feng showed a very happy smile on his face.
He has interacted intimately with domestic fans who came to watch him more than once.
Every time, when he sees his compatriots from afar outside the parking lot after a day of training, he is always willing to stop and take a photo with them to sign.
As waves of fans returned to London, news of Liu Feng's approachability has already spread throughout China.
So, a bold little fan handed a small five-star red flag to Liu Feng.
Accepting the banner with great care, Liu Feng's expression was quite solemn, which is where all the sustenance of being a Chinese in a foreign land gathers.
"You are our pride!"
Outside the car window, the middle-aged man holding the little fan and his wife shouted loudly to Liu Feng who was going away.
Obviously, this is a family that brought their family to London to cheer for Liu Feng.
"..."
Looking away from the family, Liu Feng's eyes gradually became brighter. At this moment, besides wanting to win today's game as a player, there is another kind of strength in his heart.
Thousands of miles across the ocean, the countless fans who spoke the same language as him and shouted for him came to him in a trance at this moment.
Carefully put the national flag in the bag, Liu Feng picked up his mood and chatted with Arsenal teammates again.
Compared with Liu Feng, most of the other team members sitting in the car are British players, but Xiaofa sitting next to him is Spanish.
As a football powerhouse, Spanish fans obviously did not give Xiaofa as much support as China cheers for one person.
The Spanish fans from afar can only be seen occasionally from the car window, and Fafa has nothing to do after saying hello to them.
As the two souls of the team's frontcourt, Liu Feng and Xiaofa reached an agreement on one point at this moment.
In fact, both of them can be said to have gone abroad to start their careers at the age of sixteen or seventeen. Compared with other peers, their experiences have made them mature faster.
Xiaofa is now 24 years old, and was poached by Wenger from La Masia. Although he won the World Cup with Spain along the way, he always missed something.
Wealth and honor do not return home, such as night travel in brocade clothes, this kind of bitterness is indeed a bit difficult to digest.
"Do you miss home? Feng."
"How do you ask this question? It's okay."
"Haha, I kind of miss my life in Spain, and frankly, it's been a long time since I've heard anyone around me speak Spanish."
"Ah."
Compared with Liu Feng, who has great determination to leave the big dye tank of domestic football, La Liga is actually a pretty good league for any player.
In other words, compared with Liu Feng, Cesc Fabregas actually has a way to go back.
In the subsequent exchanges, after realizing that although Liu Feng missed everything about his motherland, he did not abandon all thoughts of returning to China to play football, Xiaofa gradually fell silent.
People have their own worries, and they can only talk to each other, and it is difficult to understand each other.
"Will we win today's game?"
"Francisco, look into my eyes."
Seeing his teammates chatting and suddenly getting sentimental, Liu Feng turned around and looked directly at Xiaofa with burning eyes.
"Can you accept that we missed the championship?"
"No."
"Very well, then tell me, will we win?"
One sentence went straight to the heart, and Liu Feng's eyes made Xiaofa's heart instantly firm.
"We will definitely win!"
"now it's right."
Patting his teammate on the shoulder, Liu Feng's inner self-confidence has reached its peak at the moment, no matter who the next opponent is, he has only one idea, to overthrow them.
It doesn't matter who comes.
"Okay guys, get out of the car."
In the parking lot of Wembley Stadium, the Arsenal team, which occupies a favorable location, got out of the car first, and the players followed Wenger all the way to the familiar dressing room of the stadium and sat down firmly.
"Speaking of which, this is the third time we have come here this season."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Wenger easily reminded the fans of the previous two scenes of winning the trophy here.
"Haha, coach, I think the result will be the same this time."
The little tiger yelled directly, which made the other team members laugh.
"I think so."
Pulling out the tactical board on the side with ease, Wenger began to put stamps on it one by one.
"Then now, it's time to announce the starting lineup."
In a word, all the team members sat up straight in an instant.
Everyone looked at the professor eagerly, and no one wanted to be the first to appear in such a grand event.
"Then, let's announce the first player first, the left winger~"
"maple!"
This is an arrangement that is undisputed and no one will object to it. Liu Feng has already faintly become the spiritual pillar of the team.
As long as this man is on the court, the Gunners will feel extremely stable in their hearts.
Chapter 1 here!Thank you for your great support! ! !
(End of this chapter)
