Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 349

The Champions League final is approaching.

On the global Internet, keywords such as 'Champions League', 'Finals', 'Real Madrid', and 'Tottenham Hotspur' have become hot searches, and all major portals are displaying posters about the Champions League, which is the highest ever.

And in the far east, Chinese fans can't wait.

WeChat Moments, Weibo, etc. have been flooded with news such as 'Champions League' and 'Yile Come on'. Everyone is paying attention to this battle of focus.

The UEFA Champions League storm swept the world, and fans waited eagerly.

Movie theaters, bars and other entertainment venues all set up Champions League activities. They sincerely invited fans to watch the game, and various activities took off.

What about 'the first bottle is free', 'a set of genuine Yile jerseys will be given when you spend more than you spend', etc.

It can be called the biggest football event since the 02 World Cup.

Along with this football festival, Yi Le's influence also reached its peak.

On WeChat, the activity of "Help Yi Le" was launched, and the red envelopes can be won by voting. There are three opportunities every day, and the fans are also enthusiastically participating.

Driven by many activities, this Champions League craze has been further pushed up.

Much anticipated, June 2017, 6 has come quietly.

The Champions League final is here!

Accompanied by the crisp chirping of birds in the early morning, the sky is covered with morning glow, a ray of sunshine shines on the earth, and the night is driven away.

In the early morning, there was still a midnight coolness in the air, but it was gradually replaced by warm sunshine.

The whole atmosphere is like the tranquility in the morning before the sports meeting.

After a while, the atmosphere of fanaticism gradually awakened in this modern and ancient city!

Crowds began to gradually appear in the streets and alleys, one by two, one by one, and it was already crowded at eight o'clock in the morning.

All kinds of shops started to open, and their opening time was obviously much earlier, and they were also preparing for this football event.

The figures of the fans gradually occupied the whole city. They talked loudly, called friends and friends, shouted loud slogans, and waited for the opening of the final.

Li Wen and other CCTV production teams also made arrangements early.

The first group started heading to the Millennium Stadium.

No one is allowed to enter the venue, but they can still take pictures outside.

When they arrived, journalists from all over the world came in droves. They looked up subconsciously. Accompanied by the dazzling sunlight, a Champions League flag fluttered. The golden flag radiated divine brilliance in the sun, which was extremely charming.

The second group went to the streets of Cardiff. They saw the figures of fanatical fans and placed the cameras at the intersections of the streets to take pictures. They were infected by the atmosphere, and their hearts were pounding.

The third group came to the hotels where the two clubs stayed to film the preparations of Tottenham and Real Madrid respectively.

Of course, they are not allowed to enter to disturb the players, so they wait at the hotel entrance.

Tottenham's players got up early and had breakfast together, then it was free time for activities, but the scope of activities was within the hotel.

The players were wandering around in twos and threes, some were playing cards and some were playing games.

They use their own methods to decompress. After all, the Champions League final is a very stressful game for everyone.

Of course, there are also people who have strange hobbies, such as Lori, who woke up early in the morning and began to pray for a full hour. Finally, he drew an inexplicable symbol on his gloves. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and his whole temperament changed.

This kind of thing is not necessarily true, but it has a great psychological effect.

Yi Le finished grooming, had breakfast, and waited in the hotel lobby around nine o'clock.

And the outside media also shot him through the window.

During the period, some waiters who came and went would also ask Yi Le for autographs, and Yi Le met everyone's needs with a smile.

About 10 minutes passed.

The reporters finally saw an old car coming slowly, and an old man in a dress, holding a "civilized stick" in his hand and wearing a top hat got out of the car.

He walked up the stairs and climbed up towards the hotel.

Under the curious gazes of the reporters, Yi Le went out to greet him. Looking at the old man with his hands open, he laughed and shouted, "Grandpa Miranda!!"

Miranda was also very happy. He stepped forward and hugged Yi Le gently. The two sat down in the cafeteria and chatted happily.

On the other hand, some reporters are a little puzzled, who is this?

However, some well-informed reporters recognized Miranda's identity as La Masia's youth training director. Suddenly, others suddenly realized that this kind of teacher-student relationship is a good story in football, such as Ferguson and Ronaldo.

For Yi Le's meeting in the morning, CCTV also carried out simultaneous reports, and some photos have been released on the UEFA Champions League special network.

"Meeting between Yi Le and his mentor! "

When the fans saw this report, they also commented one after another.

"I feel that Yi Le is very happy, how happy she is smiling!"

"I know this old man, Miranda, the boss of La Masia!"

"This is the person who brought Yi Le to Spain, right? Tsk tsk, I always feel that there is a Miranda-like leader between me and Yi Le. Who will discover me?"

"Brother, Gui Geng?!"

"45! What the hell! Look down on middle-aged people? I'm a fierce football player!"

Miranda didn't stay long, he left soon after.

Before leaving, Miranda untied his tie, revealing the jersey inside. It was Tottenham's jersey, but he didn't wear it outside.

Miranda smiled and blinked, and said, "This is the first time I've worn another team's uniform, so don't say it."

Yi Le nodded with a smile.

After seeing off Miranda, Yi Le returned to his teammates, waiting to go to the competition venue.

At 4 pm, Tottenham Hotspur are ready to go.

Led by Villas-Boas, they walked out of the hotel, bathed in huge cheers along the way, ready to board the bus.

The Tottenham fans were isolated on the periphery, and they spared no effort to cheer.

"Boys, come on!!"

"We will win!!"

"Victory! Victory!"

"Fight! Fight!!"

Amidst these cheering sounds, a sudden and rough voice came suddenly.

"Yi!!! If you lose!! I will kick your ass!!!!"

This nondescript cheering sound stunned the Tottenham fans, and they frowned subconsciously and turned their heads to look.

When they saw a naked upper body, with the number 21 painted in black charcoal on his chest, with a swollen face, a fierce and fierce man with one foot on the railing, confronting the security guards at the side, they fell silent.

Can't afford it!

Yi Le was also attracted by this familiar voice.

When he saw that Lard was pressing his head against the security guard's forehead like a bull, exhaling fragrance, he couldn't help laughing, turned his head to report to Boas, and then walked over there.

"Bastard! Believe it or not I pulled your gut out and tied it?!"

"You still dare to look at me? You don't respect me? Come on! Let's fight!!"

"Come on!!"

Lard kept yelling, while the security guard frowned and looked at him unkindly.

At this moment, Yi Le came over, and he yelled, "Lard!"

Lard immediately calmed down, pointed at the security guard and said, "Yi, I swear, he provoked him first!"

Yi Le shook his head helplessly, and turned to apologize to the security guard, who then turned his head and ignored Lard.

Yi Le walked up to Lalder and said, "I didn't give you the ticket to make you trouble!"

"I understand! Hehe." Lard looked at Yi Le with a smile, and then he stared at Yi Le with piercing eyes, and said, "You will win this game, right, just like you did in Millwall?!"

Yi Le smiled, but didn't answer. He patted the other person's shoulder and walked slowly towards the bus.

Lard still stared at Yi Le's back without blinking, until he saw Yi Le raised his index finger and slowly raised his arm.

Lard's body shook, and a strange emotion flowed in his heart. He took a deep breath, opened his arms, and roared loudly: "Forward!! Victory will eventually belong to us!!"

"Millwall!! Hooray!!!!—"

"Long live!!!--"

"Long live!!--"

Loud and clear slogans echoed in the air.

Lalder yelled towards the bus as if he was alone.

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people, he shouted the slogan alone, the slogan that belongs to the depths of their memory!

As the bus drove further and further away, Lard's cheers gradually faded away.

Inside the bus, Yi Le's expression became extremely serious.

he knows

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