Hotel business in Madrid is getting better, and it's impossible to book any more empty rooms at this time. The main reason for this was the English.

The fact that the England national team reached the final of the World Series for the first time in 50 years caused a huge repercussion in England, and many England fans who had no plans to come to Spain to watch the game in person packed up their bags and flew to Madrid. Tickets for the final have long been hard to come by, but the Englishmen are still hoping to meet the refunders outside the Santiago Bernabeu.

As for not having a place to live? That's not a problem, it's okay to sleep on the street just to watch the game. Many England fans carry tents with them, as if they are going to camp in the mountains and old forests. The frenzy of England fans is evident.

Due to the influx of England fans, Madrid's municipal axe had to issue a temporary order to allow the major parks to be open at night for fans who had not booked a hotel room to camp.

"When I see them, I feel so happy!" In his seat at an open-air bar, Skinny Bill exclaimed, pointing to the spectacular rows of colorful tents across the street. "We don't have to sleep on the streets, and we have tickets to the finals!"

His voice was a little louder, and it immediately attracted the attention of the people around him. John noticed that each of them had a glint of eagerness in their eyes, and he knew that none of them had tickets yet, and that hearing anything about tickets at such times would be very sensitive.

"Be quiet, stupid! Do you want us to be under siege? John slapped Bill on the head.

"Uh......" Bill craned his neck and bowed his head to drink. But after not being honest for a while, he stretched again: "There are still five hours before the start of the game, and the time is really difficult...... Why don't we go to the hotel of the England team and wait like everyone else? Maybe we can even get the player's autograph......"

John glared at him, "Have you forgotten what kind of person Tony is?" At this time, not to mention the fans, even the reporters were driven away by him, do you think you can gain anything by going? ”

"Ah, that's right...... It's the case every time Nottingham Forest have a final. Hey, do you think Tony gets nervous? ”

"Nervous?" Others were puzzled.

"yes, he's not a rookie on his first day in charge, but it's his first final as head coach of the national team, and it's a European Championship final we've never won."

When Bill said this, everyone pondered. It was a moment before someone muttered, "Has anyone seen Tony nervous?" ”

He looked at the group, and they shook their heads in return.

"I don't think Tony was afraid of anyone. The first day I went to Burns' bar, I dared to fight with Michael, haha! You know, Michael is our famous fighter! Someone laughed.

But as soon as Michael was mentioned, everyone's emotions suddenly sank. They all remembered this old friend they hadn't seen in a long time. Now that he is working hard for his family in the United States, he doesn't know if he is still following football or if he knows that England have reached the final of the European Championship. Each of them is an avid fan, it's just that football brings a different story to each of them, and the sadness it brings to Michael is only once, but it is unforgettable.

The person who spoke also realized that he had mentioned a name that he shouldn't have mentioned, and he laughed dryly a few times, bowing his head and drinking to cover it up.

"I know that every time Tony makes it to the final, he sends Michael a ticket. It's a pity that he hasn't had such a chance since he resigned from the Forest team, and I wonder if it will be the same this time? Fat John took the initiative to bring up their old friend.

John mentioned the past, but the crowd became more and more silent. They all seem to wonder if their old friends on the other side of the world have received tickets.

※※※ Michael wears a suit at the entrance and puts a briefcase next to it. It's seven o'clock in the morning EST and he has to go out to work.

His wife saw him off at the door with the child in her arms.

"If there is no party in the evening, I will come back for dinner......" He kissed his wife, who avoided her.

"You're going to come back for dinner today anyway." His wife glared at him, "You can't even remember Shannon's life, do you?" ”

"Ah......" Michael's face showed an apologetic expression.

"What the hell have you been thinking these days, Michael? Always absent-minded. You can get distracted while eating. The wife complained dissatisfiedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy at work. Recently, there seems to be a personnel adjustment in the company, and the pressure is high...... "Michael can only comfort with kind words. "After this busy time, I will definitely take a few days off to go out with your mother and daughter." Speaking of which, he pinched the pink face of his little daughter who was being held by his wife. "I'm sorry, Shannon. Dad forgot about your life, don't be angry. ”

The little girl, who was only three years old, replied in a milky voice, "No—yes—"

Michael smiled at his wife: "You see, our little princess is not angry. ”

"I can't help it." The wife pouted helplessly, and this time she took the initiative to send a parting kiss.

After an affectionate kiss, Michael opened the door and walked out.

Sitting in his Ford, Michael was waiting for the green light at the intersection. With his hands on the steering wheel, his eyes caught a glimpse of the black briefcase in the passenger seat. His wife's observation is really careful, he is really absent-minded these days, but it is not because of the pressure of work, he is definitely busy, but he has been so busy for so many years, and he has not forgotten his son Gavin. Bernard's sacrifice.

The reason why he has been restless for the past few days is lying quietly in his briefcase at the moment.

Michael looked up at the traffic light in front of him, the red light seemed to be a bit long this time, and it was normal for traffic jams to be on duty. He took the briefcase and pulled out an envelope from it. The handwriting on the envelope was familiar, and seeing the words was like seeing his face.

Michael opened the envelope and pulled out the contents – a ticket to the European Championship final.

Americans' enthusiasm for soccer is still pitifully low compared to Europe's, and they are even less interested in the European Championship, which has little to do with the United States, and the news media rarely reports about it. Some time ago, the media was paying attention to the NBA Finals, and the Lakers and the 76ers fought to the death, making basketball fans all over the world crazy, and it was like two completely different worlds from Europe.

Michael is not a basketball fan, not before, not now, and probably not in the future. But it's true that he hasn't cared about football for a long time. Now when he sees this ticket, he knows Tony. Don must have led LinkedIn Gran to the final of the European Championship.

This is something to be happy about, given that England have not reached any World Series final in 50 years. But this ticket brings back more memories, memories that don't belong to England at all, and they don't belong to the European Championships.

He still kept his promise to his wife back then, so in the past two years, when Don stopped sending him tickets to the finals, his life had nothing to do with football. He is like any ordinary person, working hard every day to get promoted and support his family. Three years ago, his wife gave birth to a daughter for him, and the focus of the family shifted to his daughter Shannon. Bernard. He loved this daughter of his own, poured all his love into it, and did not want Gavin's story to happen to Shannon. The wife also loves her daughter very much, and every time she sees her daughter's innocent smiling face, she can forget the pain of losing her beloved son.

But two years later, a ticket from the European continent reminded Michael of the bloody years when he was crazy about football.

He began to seriously consider whether there was a place for him to watch a game without being disturbed during the lunch break.

The shrill sound of the horn woke up Michael, who realized that the traffic light in front of him had turned green, and a long queue had already formed behind him. The sound of horns was urging the bastard in front of him.

Michael put the ticket back in the envelope and staggered the car out.

※※※ Chrislak stands alone in the quiet cemetery. There were really few people here, the thick shade of the trees obscured the sky, the temperature was a degree or two cooler than outside, there were a few birdsong occasional birds, and other than that, no other creatures could be heard.

It was only his second visit, the first time was in Gavin. Bernard's funeral. All the members of Nottingham Forest were in attendance, and even the old club president, who was old and frail, sent his assistant, and he was not absent as the youth team coach.

He hasn't been here since. For some, the child who died that day was one of the most important people in their lives, but for David. Chris Rac said he didn't feel that way.

Two days ago, Chris Lack, who was on vacation at home, suddenly received a call from Donn. On the phone, Don asked Chrislak to do him a favor, because in the past, Don did it himself, but now that Donn was far away in Spain, he couldn't leave the team and fly back to Nottingham alone, so he had to ask a friend in Nottingham for help.

The next day, Chris Rac received an express mail with a ticket in it.

Today, he's here to give Gavin. Bernard gives away tickets.

Of course, he hadn't forgotten to buy a bouquet of flowers, which wasn't Donn's request. Since he came to visit Gavin, it was necessary etiquette to send a bouquet of flowers.

As the flowers were carefully placed in front of the tombstone, Chrislak also noticed the small line of writing underneath the tombstone.

He suddenly felt that the world was impermanent. Nottingham Forest's most loyal fans are buried here, while he himself has left the Forest team where he worked for more than a decade and is still at home.

Don doesn't know if he'll ever be back, but maybe the time in his life at Nottingham Forest has come to an end and he's starting to seriously consider offers from several other clubs.

"Gavin. It's the first time I've talked to you, and I didn't expect this to be the case. Chrislak smiled self-deprecatingly, "Tonito, I'll give you a ticket, and I want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to you." Thank you for your support of the team, but you're sad to see Nottingham Forest now, right? I tried my best, but alas...... That's fine, at least we're in the Super League. Think about it fourteen years ago, we were all struggling in the First Division. Perhaps this is the position of Nottingham Forest, no team can win unbeaten, no team can always dominate European football. We've done it, and there's nothing to regret. ”

He pulled out the ticket and lit it with a lighter the way Donn had told him, waiting until the flames reached the tips of his fingers. The burned black and gray ticket fell and fell on the flowers, completely reduced to ashes.

"It's good to just be a fan...... Goodbye, Gavin, remember to watch the final. ”

Chris Rac waved at the tombstone and turned to walk towards the exit of the cemetery.

A gust of wind behind him blew the flowers in front of the tombstones, and also blew up those black ashes, and the dense woods made a rustling sound, as if to say goodbye to Chrislac.

※※※ Tang Jing sat on her husband's lap and coquettishly, their son had just been taken back to his hometown in China and handed over to his grandparents. Couples can enjoy a world for two. In her plan, she and her husband will have a romantic candlelit dinner tonight, and then put on her newly purchased erotic lingerie and fight him in bed.

However, her plan was blocked by her husband before she could say anything.

"I can finally watch the game at night without interruptions." Tang hugged Tang Jing and suddenly came to this sentence, and Tang Jing's heart suddenly cooled.

"It's not a game for the Chinese team, what do you seem to do?"

"I'm a football coach, so I have to know anything about football." Tang was still very curious why Tang Jing would ask such an unqualified question.

Tang Jing gave him a blank look. "But people ...... tonight," she wanted to say and stopped, and Don must have known what she meant.

Sure enough, Tang knew, but the reaction made her very angry.

"It's okay every night, the European Championship final is only once in four years......"

Tang Jing was so angry that she smoked, but she had to admit that there was nothing wrong with this sentence itself. It's true that every night, but you'll have to wait four years for the next European Championship final.

"You...... Can't you just watch the video! ”

"Of course, you have to watch the video, but it's also important to broadcast the game...... Don still sticks to his principle - in this evening, football is more important than **.

Tang Jing angrily stood up from Tang's thigh, and didn't forget to pinch Tang's shoulder hard. Tang grinned in pain, but it did not alleviate the resentment in Tang Jing's heart in the slightest.

She had already decided to interfere while Don was watching the game.

For the innocent Don, tonight is a football night. But for Tang Jing, tonight is a white-knuckle battle between her and the football to compete for her husband, and she wants to see whether she is more attractive or the football is more attractive.

Robbing a man with a mother? I'm going to make you look good, football!

(To be continued)