When Fat John and Thin Bill woke up from their sleep, they found that it was almost eleven o'clock in the afternoon. They rushed out the door and knocked on the doors, and in a few moments the hallway went from quiet to noisy. A group of Englishmen yawned and came out of their rooms. I drank too much alcohol last night and my head still hurts.

"Damn, eleven o'clock? I'm going to be late for work now...... "Some people are still confused and can't tell where they are.

"Wake up, Gary. We're in Spain now! In Madrid! John tapped the confused worm on the head.

"Madrid?" The confused worm was stunned for a moment, then covered his head and shouted: "Champions Cup final!" ”

The people next to him laughed when they saw him waking up like a dream.

The smile also dispelled the remaining bit of sleepiness they had.

"Alright, guys, it's a holy war today! All give me a little bit of energy. Pack yourselves and let's head out to dinner! ”

This is not a high-end hotel, and a group of ordinary people in a small city in the middle of England can't afford to stay in a big four-star or five-star hotel. But even such a small hotel is hard to find. The Champions Cup final was held in Madrid, which directly stimulated hotel accommodation here.

The hotel where John and his group stayed was located in the south of Madrid, which is a relatively economically backward part of the city. The hotel environment is not good, but the price is cheap, and it is the best choice for those who are not wealthy.

As soon as John's scarf around the Nottingham Forest came out, it caught the attention of the surrounding Spaniards.

The Englishmen weren't nervous, though, and chanted to the Spaniards: "Nottingham Forest will win!" ”

It's not a provocation, because they didn't drink much, it's actually flattering.

Then there was a Spaniard who responded: "Death to Real Madrid!" ”

It's all a bunch of Atletico Madrid fans. Both Spaniards and Madrid, what they want most is for their sworn enemies to lose at home.

"We've got a good place." John laughed. "Let's go, let's eat, guys!"

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Javier. Thomas, a teacher who teaches history at a secondary school in Madrid, is a Frenchman, but now he is a fan of Real Madrid.

At the height of Real Madrid's glory decade ago, he was still teaching in France and had no interest in football. At that time, Real Madrid was star-studded and star-studded, known as the "Galaxy Battleship", and they won two European championships in three years, and they were in the limelight for a while. It's the best team in the world.

In 2005 he came to Madrid to continue teaching, he had already heard of Real Madrid's prestige, but unfortunately what he saw was the Real Madrid of the rest of his life. It's as if what was once a splendid palace is now an overgrown ruin.

But his life circle is still full of Real Madrid fans, and he is puzzled and surprised. He decided to get to the bottom of what was going on. Since he was a history teacher, he started his research with history. The history of Real Madrid is the most worthy of their pride, studying history, contacting the Real Madrid fans around them, and going to watch Real Madrid's games in person.

However, what made him truly fall in love with Real Madrid was not those glorious histories, but the spirit and fighting spirit that Real Madrid showed in the following seasons. They were able to come back from 15 points behind Barcelona to win the title, showing the spirit of Real Madrid, which had been overlooked in previous years. When he saw Gonzalo Higuain score a late goal at the Bernabeu to win 4-3 against Espanyol, his gentle-tempered gentleman was also excited, hugging and screaming in the stands with those around him.

Far from being a two-game comeback, he fell in love with a team from then on.

Today, he is a staunch and avid Real Madrid fan. He has a dual identity, he is a polite teacher in the school, he never argues with people, and even his body language is very gentle. But by the end of the week, he's become a dangerous and easily agitated person, and everyone had better stay away from him.

Even his wife, who had been with him for twenty years, could not understand his transformation.

She can only blame football for being a maddening sport, but luckily their child is a daughter, and if it were a son, she would have kept him away from football......

"It's finally going to end." The wife sighed when she saw her husband in the room checking over and over again the "equipment" for going to the game at night. For her, her husband's regular intermittent psychosis can also be cured without treatment. The husband is just a Real Madrid fan, not a fan of the French national team, nor a fan of the Spanish national team, so the summer World Cup has nothing to do with him. Today's game will be Real Madrid's last game of the season and whatever the outcome, her husband will soon be back to normal.

The husband came out of the bedroom after packing up his equipment, looked at his wife and daughter sitting in the living room, and leaned in to touch his daughter's head.

"Don't want to take her to the game." The wife was vigilant.

Thomas smiled wryly, "I'm just touching my head." Don't look at me with a nervous look, Celea. ”

"You're a psychopath on this day."

The six-year-old daughter watched curiously as her parents argued about something she didn't understand. She likes her mom and her dad, but she seems to have two dads and two moms. On a day like this, her gentle and beautiful mother suddenly becomes nervous, and her father, who is always smiling, becomes grumpy. In her young mind, she remembered that there were times when her father would suddenly lose his temper and throw things, and she didn't know why. Sometimes, her dad would suddenly be very happy and happy, buy her gifts, or play games with her until late, and hug her very hard, making her a little uncomfortable, and she didn't know why.

Thomas didn't want to quarrel with his wife in such an important day. He chose silence.

The wife didn't want to bother with her, so she sat on the sidelines and hugged her daughter to watch her favorite cartoons.

Thomas sat like this for a while, and he felt that the atmosphere was awkward, and when he wanted to open his mouth to say something, his wife would immediately glare at him with her eyes. So he decided to just go out early, wander around, find a bar, have a drink with the Real Madrid fans and discuss the evening's game, and then set off for the Bernabeu when the time was almost up.

Then, for two hours, he completely forgot that he still had a wife and children at home, and enjoyed the joy of football, which of course could be painful......

Before going out, he didn't forget to kiss his wife and daughter on the forehead. This time, his wife didn't hide from it.

"I'll be back soon." With that, Thomas pulled the door open and walked out.

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"Ah...... Madrid in two colors, you don't often see a city like this. To the north is the white Madrid, and to the south is the red Madrid. Now they're all going to meet here, even though the red isn't coming from the south......"

A tour guide said to the crowd following him in front of the Bernabeu. This group of yellow-skinned and black-haired tourists with oriental faces are holding mobile phones, cameras, and DVDs to shoot at the magnificent Bernabeu Stadium, and their mouths are sighing in amazement. No one cared what the tour guide said.

"Hey, look at those guys, they're not Spaniards, they're fans from England...... Don't take a picture! Don't point your camera lens at them! The tour guide hurriedly waved his hand to signal these curious babies to put down the shooting equipment in their hands.

"England fans, God knows if they just drank ten gallons of beer each. Drunk England fans are the most dangerous! ”

As if to match his words, the police officers on patrol next to him slowly leaned towards the group of England fans in red jerseys, separating them from the people around them. England fans don't mind the treatment, and they are still saluting the police, shouting English slogans in their mouths.

"What are they shouting?" Questions were raised among the tourists.

Spanish guide shrugged: "Nottingham Forest wins...... That's it. Tonight is the UEFA Champions League final, but unfortunately you don't have tickets, otherwise I would be happy to take you to see one of the best football matches in Europe. ”

In fact, he really wanted to watch this final, but unfortunately he had to lead the group......

"Mr. Martin, can I still buy tickets now?" Again among the tourists asked.

Martin smiled at the questioner, "Tickets for this game were sold out a week ago. He pointed to a tree not far away, where a number of people, men and women, dressed differently, all dressed differently, had the only thing they had in common was that they were holding a sign that read, "I need a ticket."

"Let's go, ladies and gentlemen, our next stop is the Harvest Goddess Square......" Martin glanced back at the Bernabeu pitch in the afternoon sun, the white walls glaring in the sunlight. He is really reluctant, as a Real Madrid fan, it is a pity that he can't watch the game in person.

After settling the group in the evening, he must find a chance to laze himself and watch live TV.

Some of the tourists looked back at the Bernabeu with reluctance. It's not a good time for them to come, and if it's a non-game, they'll have the chance to get a glimpse of Lushan and visit the Bernabéu Stadium's Hall of Fame to see how it compares to Nottingham Forest's Room of Fame......

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"The weather today is awesome, it won't rain at night, maybe there's a cool breeze." Pierce. Bruce sat outside a café across the street from the Bernabéu with a cigarette in his mouth. Next to him was the assistant who had come with him to cover the game.

His expression was laid-back, while his assistant was sweaty. The approach of such an exciting game made him nervous and excited.

"Mr. Bruce, do you think the Forest will emerge victorious?"

"How do I know that?" Bruce shook his head, "I'm not a prophet, and I'm not a magician with a crystal ball. ”

"Why don't we go to the hotel and stay guarded, we don't get any news here." The assistant was extraordinarily talkative, and he seemed genuinely nervous and excited.

"You've been with me for two years, Paul. Do you still know what kind of person we're interviewing with? Bruce glanced at his assistant with some disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes. Such an important game Tony. Don will definitely chase away the reporters who are gathered in front of the hotel like a swarm of flies. He protects his team as if it were a lactating she-beast, not allowing anyone to get even a step close to his team. Got the news? You describe Tony over and over again. There is nothing new about Donn's rudeness and unreasonableness, and readers are tired of it. ”

"Then we'll just wait here and have a coffee and see...... Scenery? ”

Bruce nodded: "Rest, relax." You're busy in the evening, boy. ”

In Tony. In front of Donne, he honestly looks like an intern reporter, but in front of a real rookie, he can still regain the feeling and dignity of "Celebrity".

The young man muttered a few words, drank the coffee in his cup, and then turned his head to look at the growing number of fans in the street. His eyes gradually locked on the minority of female fans, and after half an hour of research, he came to a conclusion - Real Madrid has a majority of female fans, and there are also many beautiful young female fans. He even saw female fans who clearly didn't belong to European faces...... These people are crazy, running from the other side of the world to watch a final.

Comparatively speaking, the majority of Nottingham Forest's fans are from England, and they don't have the same global influence as Real Madrid, even if they win more titles. On the one hand, their football is not good, and on the other hand, Tony. Donne's unique surname will cost them quite a few neutral fans. The third reason is that Nottingham Forest is still a small club, and there is no money to expand the global market and spread global influence. The fourth reason...... Real Madrid can woo fans by constantly buying in established superstars, but who is Nottingham Forest's biggest star? George. Wood, the robot who doesn't smile......

It's really a contest of disparity...... Nottingham Forest defeated.

It's a dismal result — there are so few beautiful women, the young journalist lamented in his heart.

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After half past five in the afternoon, two buses departed from two five-star hotels.

The white one was followed by a group of media who followed the bus towards the Bernabeu Stadium like sharks behind the slave boat.

The red buses had nothing but a few police cars that were driving the way. Just like Pierce. As Bruce said, the reporters gathered outside the hotel were chased away by Donn. He didn't want his team to be disturbed in such an important game. When the reporters cursed Tony under the blazing voice. Donn, while he leaves helplessly, Bruce and his assistant are cosy under the umbrella drinking coffee, admiring the beautiful women and enjoying a leisurely afternoon.

Bruce looked at the watch in his hand, patted his assistant on the shoulder, and stood up, "It's time to work, boy." ”

In the square in front of them, there was a sudden sound of tickling.

Soon, a white bus appeared in the afterglow of the sunset, its milky white body dyed ivory yellow by the sun. The fans became excited, and the shouts spread through the square.

The sounds ignited excitement around the Bernabeu, and Bruce finally felt the Champions League final approaching.

The two men walked briskly across the road and ran towards the square. His assistant holds the camera, changing lenses as he runs, while he searches for the best position.

The Real Madrid players' bus slowed down in the square, and the players on the bus waved to the fans, prompting a flurry of screams. It's as if everyone here is a Real Madrid fan.

"That's home field advantage...... Bruce muttered. His assistants were taking pictures constantly.

Javier. Thomas was also in the crowd, excitedly waving and shouting to the players in the car.

"Hooray, Madrid!"

The roar resounded around the Bernabeu, with tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans gathered here to witness their night of glory.

Later, the Nottingham Forest car arrived, and they were greeted by about 10,000 Nottingham Forest, who were much smaller than the Real Madrid fans. Coupled with the fact that the police at the scene strictly controlled the range of the England fans, they could not even get close to the Forest bus, and could only watch from a distance as the car crossed the square unhindered and turned towards the parking lot behind the stadium.

John and Bill shouted from the crowd with their own men: "Nottingham Forest will win!" He stopped. They watched as the policemen with bad expressions spat on the ground: "It's time for the game, let you see!" ”

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Martin could even hear shouts coming from the Santiago Bernabeu stadium, even though his location was more than a dozen kilometres away. He is now wondering how he will get rid of a crowd of Chinese tourists and go to the game. If the group of tourists had dinner and found what they wanted to see at night, he really didn't know if he should refuse.

As he was alone in the bus, he heard a knock on the window.

A Chinese member of the team stood outside the car and smiled at him.

"You're done eating? How does it taste? This is the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid! Although Martin's face was still sad in the last second, he smiled heartily at this time. I'm not lying! ”

"It's really authentic, worthy of the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid, Mr. Martin. But we wanted to ...... in the evening."

The corners of Martin's mouth twitched twice, and his worst fear was still coming. Ahhh The thought of not being able to tune in to such an important game made him hate that his profession had come. In the Champions League final at the Bernabeu, the participating side is still their favorite team, Real Madrid! How many times can you come across such an opportunity in a lifetime?

"Aha, where do you want to go? How about shopping on Serrano Street? It's the best brand street in Madrid! If you don't want to go, you can go......" Martin interrupted the other and began to gush on and on, doing his duty as a tour guide.

The Chinese listened quietly to Martin's introduction to all the places worth visiting in Madrid before shaking his head and saying, "We don't want to go to those places, Mr. Martin." In fact, we discussed finding a cheap but lively place to spend the night and experience the most ordinary nightlife of Madridians. Especially on a night like this......"

The Chinese have already given enough hints that Martin is not a fool, and he continued with a smile: "I have a good idea!" How about taking you to the Real Madrid bar with the best atmosphere here to watch the football and drink? There are beautiful and enthusiastic Spanish girls, and there are even more passionate football and beer than them! Ha ha! ”

It was a fantastic night.

(To be continued)