[Football] King Of Europe

He thought his eyes were dazzled, so he rubbed it deliberately and observed carefully.But the more you look at it, the more familiar it becomes.

Sebastian tugged at Jorge Costa's clothes, and said in a low voice, "Captain, why does this game look so familiar to me..."

Jorge Costa didn't realize it at first, but looking at it again... Heh, good guy, isn't this the same game they played at the AWD Arena not long ago? !The blue and white striped shirts worn by one of the players of the two teams...isn't it their Porto home jersey?

Jorge Costa was slightly taken aback by this time. He never expected that he picked a bar on the side of the street and went in, and all he saw were his team's games.At this time, a wave of Porto's attack was broadcast on the big screen. Hannover 96 was very embarrassed to parry, and finally resolved the crisis.

There were murmurs from the fans around them. It was a language they didn't understand, but just by listening to the tone, they knew it was not a good thing.

At this time, the Porto players had already discovered the mystery of the video on the TV screen, so they all watched intently, even more seriously than the fans of Hannover 96.This game was played not long ago. Although the players occasionally watched their own games on video, it was the first time for them to watch a friendly match in a bar like this. It was so fresh!

Costa poked Sebastian and whispered: "...Sebastian, what are they talking about?"

"...It's nothing, it's just some bad words anyway, players are shit...something like that."

Sebastian sipped his pomegranate juice and shrugged.When the fans are upset, they swear in the same way, and everyone understands it, so there is no need to say it.

Suddenly there was a loud noise, someone slapped the table and said viciously, "Who do you call shit?!"

Sebastian was startled by the loud noise, subconsciously turned his head to look for the source of the sound, and saw a very ferocious face.

It was a tall and burly man, even sitting on a chair, one could feel his tallness.He was wearing a dark green dress, with one hand firmly pressed on the wooden table, and he was staring at him unkindly.

Sebastian's eyes fell on the logo on his skirt, with 96 drawn in the circle, which was the badge of Hannover 96.

He suddenly realized that the overall tone of this bar is dominated by dark green. Thinking about the messy "96" painted on the wall, he thought it was abstract art at the time, but now that he looks at it, it's all right. Hannover 96 Fan Club!

"Sorry, my friend doesn't understand German, I was translating with him just now. What did you say..."

Sebastian explained to him in a friendly voice, because he realized that the situation of his teammates seemed to be very bad now, they only played a game against Hannover 96, and now, on the opponent's territory, he recklessly Running in, not paying attention... is the consequence of comparison.

This guy is obviously drunk, maybe he will do something, and if there are football hooligans here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fortunately, no one in Porto recognized him yet. He explained carefully and finally got back with a cold snort from the big man, and then turned his head away.

But at this time, a critical moment was played on the big screen, and the commentator was trying his best to introduce the situation on the scene. His string of cannonballs was aimed at Porto's attack this time, because their No. 15 was breaking through with the ball!

A thrilling scene appeared on the screen. The Hannover 96 players tackled the No. 15 Porto from behind.But Sebastian was depressed to hear that the fans here were all applauding, shouting that the boy's leg should be cut off!

Seeing that they are Hannover 96 fans and Porto also scored a goal, don't care about them...

Sure enough, the next moment, there were scolding in the bar one after another, and some fans slapped the table angrily, yelling very loudly, why the No. 15 player in Porto had his leg not broken!

Sebastian: ...

He saw insulted expressions gradually appear on the faces of his teammates who were close to him, and they looked around viciously. He probably guessed that what those fans said was not a good thing.Sebastian advised them not to care in a low voice, so as not to cause accidents. Anyway, he didn't care, so Jorge Costa pulled his arm.

As soon as he looked up, he saw an idea substitution card played on the sidelines, and he ran towards the sidelines with small steps.For some unknown reason, the camera specially gave a close-up of his face, so on the TV screen, the face of the black-haired and green-eyed boy took up all the space.

Sebastian felt something was wrong.

The next moment, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the big man sitting at the other table turn his head, staring at him with extremely ferocious eyes!

"... Shit, it's this kid!!!"

Sebastian had a hard time describing how he felt at that moment.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it has attracted a lot of attention.

The moment the big man finished speaking, many people turned their heads, and their eyes were all glued to him!

Sebastian has experienced a lot of situations where people noticed him. He usually puts up guns and short guns like this when he is interviewed, but he never thought that one day he would be scrutinized by many people because of this situation.

He subconsciously put on a smile, but he felt that his face was going to freeze!

The big man just stared at him without blinking, someone held down the big TV screen, and it just happened to freeze at the scene when he was replaced!The young man just raised his head at that time, so his face was fully captured by the camera.

He saw the big man rubbing his fingers, then suddenly kicked the chair away with a "swipe", and stood up abruptly!

It was as if a hill suddenly lifted up, and for a moment Sebastian couldn't find words to describe it.The light in front of him was all covered by the burly figure of the big man. This guy was at least 1.9 meters tall, and most of the players in Porto were not as tall as him!And with such a strong physique, even the South African McCarthy, who has just been transferred to the team and is unmatched in terms of physique, can't compare!

His eyes were red, and he was obviously caught in some kind of excitement, so he slapped him with a slap!

This palm was extremely powerful, and it slapped towards him suddenly with the whistling sound of the wind. Sebastian was stunned, and a hand suddenly came out from the diagonal stab, and grabbed the big man's hand.

But even so, his speed was only a little slower!

Sebastian ran away in embarrassment, Jorge Costa couldn't hold him up, and McCarthy stood up and grabbed the big man.But the opponent didn't let go, instead he dragged Costa and slapped McCarthy!

"...Fucking Porto! How dare you act wildly on our territory!"

"...Did you see that group of shameless Porto people on TV! Shit!"

The burly man's voice was like rolling thunder, rumbling to silence everyone, covering all the sounds in the bar for a while.His eyes were completely red, and when he twisted his hands, he fought with McCarthy!

"...So they are Porto!"

"... just won once, and dared to run to the territory of Hannover!"

"Give them a little bit of color and let them know whether the people of Hanover are afraid or not!"

The bar was visibly ebullient, and the fans of Hannover 96 stood up one by one, panting heavily, and stared at them viciously.The scuffle between McCarthy and the big man was like a fuse, igniting everyone's emotions.

Porto is facing an enemy, and everyone is extremely nervous.

They didn't know what happened, but they ran to the Hannover 96 fans' lair, and judging by the appearance of this group of people, they were probably extreme fans, and they could do anything!

"...Captain, what should we do?"

Jorge Costa and McCarthy pushed the big man staggeringly, and his heart couldn't be more tense.He looked around, his heart hanging in his throat.

Damn, just go out for a drink, and this will happen to me!

What else can I do?They are obviously at a disadvantage in terms of manpower, and it is impossible to beat this group of Hanoverians.He is the captain, and when he came out, he promised the coach that he would bring back everyone who is not bad.

Jorge Costa made a fuss, just one word.

"run!"

hotel.

Mourinho's temples were throbbing, making his head ache.He felt that he had been working too hard during this period of time, designing tactics and goals, so he put down the information in his hand and wanted to rest for a while.

However, his temples throbbed even more violently, and he even became uneasy, as if something bad would happen next.

no, no...

As he thought about it, he looked out the window, not even the stars could be seen in the dark night sky.He let his players out in the afternoon and asked them to play for a while so that they could concentrate on playing football in the future.

Haven't come back yet? !

Yes, the time has not yet come.At that time, I can go with Brito to pick them up at the hotel entrance a little earlier.Last season, when I was still in France, I did just that.

Well, by the way, let's see if that damn kid will drink again this time, last time he tossed the whole of Porto enough.

……

Mourinho now thinks of his players, and can no longer read these tactical materials, so he simply put them aside.At this time, he suddenly heard the sound of hurried footsteps, which resounded in the entire corridor!

what happened?

Who is in such a hurry? !

Could it be that Brito couldn't wait to be like this in order to meet the players?

Also, they have a lovely group of lads, although there were some bad signs at the beginning of this pre-season training, but now, those are gone.Mourinho saw everything in his eyes, and there was only joy in his heart.

Pushing the table, he intends to stand up, go to Brito now, and wait for the lovely boys in Porto at the door of the hotel.However, the moment Marshal Porto stood up, his door was suddenly pushed open, and the wooden door was slammed against the wall with a loud bang!

Mourinho was taken aback. All the documents on his desk were blown up by the gust of wind, and many of them fell to the ground.

"...Jose, Jose, it's bad, it's bad!"

Mourinho's eyelids twitched. He and Brito's friends for many years have never seen him so nervous, so he rushed in in such a panic.

"What's wrong!"

"The team members..." Britto paused, feeling his throat burning all the way to his heart and lungs, full of panic, "...our team members got into a fight with someone in the bar!!!"