Ultimate Demon Sword

Chapter 72

On the eve of the finals, not only the clubs on both sides are nervous, but the fans are also quite restless.

After Waiters arrived in Rotterdam, he found a five-star hotel in the Feyenoord district and settled down, only a few kilometers away from the stadium, fully considering the needs of the team's training.

However, as soon as the day arrived, the home team fans showed their "enthusiasm".

As a centuries-old giant, Feyenoord has a group of diehards in this city, nicknamed the "Ancient Roman Legion".You can tell from the name that this is a rather difficult group to mess with.As soon as Waiters' bus stopped at the entrance of the hotel, these people gathered around him.It can be seen that they are all in their twenties, with hair dyed red, yellow and green in various colors, wearing Feyenoord jerseys, holding long swords similar to ancient Roman knights, and screaming.

Wen Zhihao glanced at such a scene and didn't want to watch it again.He does not deny that every country will have low-quality fans.But can this still be called a fan?Even the notorious football hooligans are better than this group of monsters.

At the same time, Wen Zhihao also had a bit of contempt for Feyenoord.Anyway, it is still one of the top three in the Eredivisie, a century-old club, and the following die-hard team is like this bird?
I bother!

But the group of lunatics in front of them didn't care about that much, and they happily carried out their "jobs". Some even threw stones at Waiters' bus, surrounded Waiters' players at the entrance of the hotel, and uttered all kinds of trash talk.

"Hahaha, kids, go back to your mother's stomach and drink milk."

"I still want to fight against our big Feyenoord, these rookies are crazy!"

"Come on, baby!"

The scene was very chaotic for a while, even though the hotel had been prepared to arrange a large number of security personnel to protect the players of the visiting team, it still seemed lonely in front of hundreds of fanatics.

"Hey, look, there are actually three yellow-skinned monkeys!" Someone yelled in the chaos, making the crowd who were about to leave the venue restless again.

In some European and American countries, there has always been more or less discrimination against Asians of yellow race.Especially on the highly confrontational football field, this kind of emotion is very easy to be incited.As long as it is a player on the opponent's side, it will often cause all kinds of interference and provocations from the diehard loyalists of the team.

The "yellow-skinned monkey" in that population, of course, refers to Wen Zhihao, Zhang Yuning and Ota Kosuke.When the three young men heard such humiliation, they wanted to fight on the spot. Fortunately, the surrounding team staff came up to stop them and dragged them into the lobby. However, Wen Zhihao turned around angrily and gave his middle finger vigorously.

The group of fanatics got even more excited, whistling and yelling strangely: "Oh! Little yellow-skinned monkey, don't be cowardly! Come on, come out! Come out and fight!"

"Hey, yellow-skinned monkeys know how to fight! Come on, suck! There are bananas here, come and eat monkeys... Haha!" Someone deliberately picked up half a banana on the ground and shouted at Wen Zhihao and the others.

"It's so bullying! If they didn't pull me just now, I would have to rush up and fuck him!" Wen Zhihao in the room was still indignant at what happened just now.

Although his mind is far more mature than his peers, he is only a teenager after all, so how can he be bloodless, not to mention that he has never been humiliated by pointing his nose like this.

He still remembers that on the first day he joined Inter Milan's youth training camp, he almost broke the contract because of a few words.

"Forget it, Wen, these are things we have to face, and all we can do is to beat our opponents in the game to shut their mouths."

After all, Ota Kosuke is a few years older and has a stronger psychological endurance.

Wen Zhihao replied half-jokingly: "Hmph, Ota, you are really good-tempered! You are included in what those guys said, and you can hold your breath. Are you Japanese so easy-going?"

……

Only at night did Wen Zhihao realize that everything in the afternoon was just an appetizer for his opponent.

First, the venue provider refused to provide Waiters with a venue for adaptive training on the grounds of routine maintenance and echelon training for all age groups.In the middle of the night, in the afternoon, the group turned back and played all kinds of rock music on a huge stereo on the street opposite the hotel. Coupled with the howling of ghosts and wolves, it seriously affected the normal rest of the Waiters team.

In the last practice before the game the next morning, Fraser clearly felt the team's fatigue, especially Wen Zhihao, who had not been fully adjusted due to the high intensity of the game, and even dribbled the ball frequently.

Fraser didn't blame the players.He shortened the originally scheduled one-and-a-half-hour training to half an hour, and then ordered all the players to go back to the hotel to catch up on sleep.

At the press conference at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, Fraser did not bring any players, but attended alone. The reporters present felt that it was abnormal.Fraser looked at the media present and said in a deep voice, "Everyone should have seen that there are no players beside me. Do you want to know what they are doing? Let me tell you, they are sleeping!"

The reporters in the audience were suddenly in an uproar.In particular, the local media in Rotterdam have a very bad face.They thought it was a great disrespect to the team.

Nima, the game is less than five hours away, and everyone is in bed!It's all for sleeping, what the hell are you saying, do you think we are so weak in your eyes?
A female reporter yelled at Fraser angrily: "Don't you think your words and deeds lack enough respect for your opponent? Feyenoord is currently the third team in the league!"

Fraser looked at the reporter like he was looking at a monster, and his tone was obviously angry: "Respect? Miss reporter, you actually said respect to me? Then, my team has been besieged by hooligans since we arrived here, obstructing our normal training for no reason, and disturbing the sleep of the players with loud noise late at night. If you want respect from me, who will give my players basic respect?"

Fraser's words were undoubtedly a revelation, and the reporters kept pressing the shutters one after another, while the face of the reporter who asked the question changed for a while, but he couldn't say a word, and sat back in his seat with an extremely ugly expression.

Regardless of the excitement and gossip of the people present, Fraser suddenly raised his voice and angrily angrily said: "I am very angry for what my team has encountered, and I solemnly protest against Feyenoord's desecration of the spirit of fair play! The actions of the opponent can only bring shame to this much-anticipated final. No matter what kind of off-the-ball tricks the opponent uses, football only depends on the performance on the field! See you in the game!"

After speaking, Fraser slammed the table and left the stage with an angry face.

There was a commotion among the reporters present, and excitement was written on everyone's face.They can also see that this is not an interview at all, this is to make trouble!
As a reporter, what you are least afraid of and even excited about is someone making trouble.

The major media have launched expedited channels.One hour after the press conference, the news about Waiters' encounter with off-the-board moves appeared in all the Internet, TV and print media in the Netherlands.

Everyone felt that Feyenoord's approach aroused Waiters' desire to fight, but the fans who watched the excitement were excited.

There were already so many contradictions before the game, but the smell of gunpowder on the field was still less?
(End of this chapter)