[football] walk side by side

The moment Cyril threw the jersey onto the stands, the stand closest to him exploded immediately!

Fans far away could only secretly watch with envy as the fans over there scrambled wildly. At the same time, the flashes of various cameras also lit up one after another—after all, opportunities are rare.

At the same time, Porto's official forums were filled with various posts from Porto fans:

"Long live Porto!!! We are champions hahahahaha!! After 18 years, we finally won the Champions League again!! Long live Porto! Long live Mourinho!"

"It's not just the Champions League, okay? Did you forget that we are still the Triple Crown? Speaking of which, Porto seems to be the fifth team in the world to win the Triple Crown..."

In addition to such ecstatic posts celebrating the championship, there are also some fans who have leisurely focused on the details of the game.

"Speaking of which, I seem to see Cyril rushing to the stands with a goal to compare my heart? Wucao, I am a bit square, don't we know when the male god left the order? This way of celebrating is not after a player scores a goal. The 'this goal is for you' sign to your girlfriend?"

"Nonsense! Our Cyril is so obedient QAQ, so we won't fall in love early! And there is no news recently that he is getting close to any model or actor... Don't scare me upstairs, I don't want to fall in love, woo woo woo woo... ..."

"That's not necessarily true. With Cyril's character, even if he is with someone, he probably won't be caught by the media..."

"Ahhhhhhh I don't care! I don't want to listen to bastards chanting scriptures! The male god's heart comparison is obviously doing to us QAQ, you go away! Don't talk nonsense!"

"The male fan passed by and said that this goal may really be for the fans. Now that the Triple Crown has been won, the Portuguese Super League has become less challenging. Slade is so young, and he will probably transfer after this season. Did you go to the Premier League? That action is saying goodbye to us. I don’t know for certain. Although I knew that such a day would come...but I still feel a little sad. What will Porto look like next season? "

As soon as the word "farewell" was uttered, the originally bustling fan forum fell silent.

Yes, they won the Big Ears Cup in the 2003/2004 season. They created a miracle that many European giants have not created. They are the fifth team in European football to win the Triple Crown... Can you deny it? Unfortunately, they are always just a Portuguese Super League team.

The Portuguese Super League itself is doomed that their team cannot retain talents.

Whether it is Cyril Slade who grew up in Porto, Jose Mourinho who led Porto to create brilliant results for two seasons, and Anderson Deco, the core of the past few years, the defense Ricardo Carvalho on board.

As the UEFA Champions League comes to an end, and with the wonderful performance of these players in the UEFA Champions League, more and more teams are interested in them, and many of them are not joking, but sincerely want to take them away.

And now, the 2003/2004 season is coming to an official end, and parting has become a topic that must be mentioned.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for the Porto fans to regain their composure. They continued to express their joy for the home team's treble in various ways, but, maybe only they knew that the topic of "farewell" still stuck with them In the heart, lingering.

***

When the referee announced the end of the game, the entire Gelsenkirchen stadium became a sea of ​​cheers from Porto fans.As for the Monaco fans, as early as Porto led Monaco by three goals, they have already gone a long way.When the rest persisted until the end of the game, they didn't want to watch Porto toast to celebrate, so they got up and left the stadium one after another.

Cyril, who had finished throwing away his jersey, was only wearing a Porto training jacket at the moment. While his teammates were in the game of "throwing the head coach for fun", Cyril sneaked back into the locker room and changed into a shirt that he used to wear. The new jersey to celebrate Porto's Champions League win.

Cyril, who had changed his clothes, was not in a hurry to go to the stadium to celebrate with his teammates. At this time, the podium was still under construction. Cyril walked out of the stadium passage and stood quietly in the corner of the court .

Rather than being immersed in the joy of the championship with his teammates, he prefers to stand quietly and enjoy the warm atmosphere.

However, it didn't take long for fans to find Cyril standing alone in the corner, and they also ran over and stood on the edge of the stand closest to Cyril.

At first they were still happily asking Cyril for signing a contract or taking a group photo, and some people suggested that he also throw the jersey on his body (...), Cyril did it one by one. As for the jersey …Cyril smiled and shook his head and refused. This is the first triple crown in his career, and the significance of it is extraordinary. Of course, it is impossible to just give it to the fans.

Maybe it was Cyril's own aura, which had a quiet power, and now the fans who "surrounded" him through the railings also unknowingly quieted down.

The stadium at night was still dimly lit at this time, and the cheers from the crowd not far away came like waves.The young man here lowered his head halfway, and seriously wrote down his name stroke by stroke on the photos or notebooks handed over by the fans. Gradually grow more handsome face.

The Porto fans were silent for a moment, and then someone shouted: "Cyril, are you... leaving Porto?"

Cyril paused while writing, and as soon as he raised his head, he met countless pairs of puzzled and expectant eyes.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the fans seemed to get the answer from the moment of his silence, and their expressions immediately dimmed. In fact, many fans already knew the answer. It's just because there is still a ray of hope in my heart.

Then at this moment, Costa over there called him loudly: "Cyril! What are you still doing in a daze? You are ready to come over and raise your glass!"

Costa's voice was very loud, almost roaring.Cyril handed back the last notebook, apologized softly, then turned around and ran to the Porto players.

He didn't answer the fans' questions, facing their lost and sad looks, Cyril found it difficult to speak.

"Thank you, Costa." When approaching Costa, Cyril said softly. He knew that Costa did it unintentionally, but this did not prevent him from being grateful for his friend's rescue.

"I just asked you to come over to receive the medal. What is there to thank?" Costa rolled his eyes angrily, and said disapprovingly: "Have you forgotten that Mr. Porto was blackmailed by the society? Although It’s unlikely, but what if there are extremists among those fans who hate you because you want to leave?”

Cyril pursed his lips and only gave a low "um".

Costa saw that he was not in a good mood, so he didn't continue this topic. He hooked one hand around Cyril's neck, just like he has been doing for so many years: "Decided?"

He spoke nonsensically, but Cyril understood, and replied with an "um".

"Isn't that great?" Costa clasped his arm tightly: "Being able to play in the top European leagues is something that many players in the Portuguese Super League can't even imagine?" Get up: "As for Porto, you have nothing to worry about, don't you still have us?"

Cyril turned his head to look at him.

"Why this expression? Is there something wrong with what I said?" Costa touched his nose inexplicably: "Although not as good as you guys, but the defending league champion is still no problem...you can get out of here at ease. Make room for our second team!" At the end, he laughed out loud.

Intrigued by his last words, Cyril said lazily, "You think too much."

Costa: "...what do you mean?"

Cyril said implicitly: "Guess how much I, Ricardo and Anderson can sell in total?"

He didn't finish his sentence, but it wasn't difficult to understand. Costa said with a blank expression, "... Please shut up, and then go quickly to receive the award, and walk slowly, thank you."

After receiving the medal, Mourinho left first and did not participate in the celebrations of the players. Before the Champions League final, he received frequent death threats. Out of personal safety considerations, the Porto coach eventually Escorted by personal bodyguards, he left the stadium.

The head coach left the field first, and the remaining players did not celebrate at the Gelsenkirchen Stadium for long. Captain Jorge Costa held the Big Ear Cup and led the Porto players towards the exit bus. Not their home stadium, everyone unanimously chose to set the real celebration location in a restaurant near the Porto club.

At this time, the Porto fans in the stands still did not disperse.

Following the movement of the Porto players, they also walked out of the stadium one after another, intending to watch their heroes leave.

The bus door opened, and Costa carefully hugged the trophy up, and then within a few seconds, the captain of Porto poked his head out of the door again in doubt: "Did you hear any sound?"

"Yes, the fans are still having fun..." Cyril responded casually, then reached out and pushed Costa: "Get out of the way, I want to go up."

However, just when his hand touched Costa's shoulder, Cyril suddenly stopped.

Because he heard it too.

It wasn't the unfinished cheers of the fans, or some other random noise.

It was a series of high-pitched, determined singing, like the tide slowly coming in under the morning light, murmuring at first, then getting louder as more and more fans joined, and finally came ashore The moment he slammed into the boulder fiercely, it also clearly entered Cyril's ears.

[This is a song sung to the children of the dragon. 】

——"What the hell is Mourinho thinking? Portugal is so strong, Cyril is only 16 years old this year, what if he gets injured?"

【You have staggered forward in the dim morning light. 】

——"You are just in a bad state recently, don't care about those media who don't understand and pretend to understand, let the remarks like 'the worst of Portugal's Samsung' go to hell! What are Ronaldo and Quaresma! In our In my heart, you are the best player of Portugal's young generation!"

【It will also spread its wings under the boundless sky. 】

——"That halftime lob shot was so handsome that it exploded! Just now I couldn't help but look back at the match between Porto and the Portuguese youth team. What's the matter with the feeling that my family has just grown up?"

[You are invincible, you are destined. 】

——"Cyril will choose to evade because of the frustration of the attack? Don't be kidding! It is reasonable to say that he evaded, don't you think watching the ball is a waste of electricity?"

【You are ours. 】

——"Cyril, are you... are you leaving Porto?"

In the Porto team, every well-loved player or coach has a song that belongs to them, and this one is Cyril's "The Slade Song", which has been played countless times at the Dragon Stadium.

This was their first song of praise to him, and this was their last song of parting.

Cyril didn't look back.

Amid the melodious singing of the audience, Cyril stared quietly ahead, waved his clenched right hand in the air, and stepped onto the bus silently and firmly.

Goodbye, Porto.