[Football] King Of Europe

How could this be?

When the big man hit him with a fist like a hammer, Sebastian still couldn't believe it for a moment. He had heard of extreme fans, but he had never met them. Violence has only been seen in newspapers!

What attacked was a terrifyingly large face. Under the broad nose, there were two dark holes with disgusting dark hair, and the beast-like mouth had white teeth reflecting white light.

Everything was disgusting, and what he endured seemed logical under such a comparison, Sebastian felt a sharp pain in his eye socket, and then his body fell back uncontrollably.

"Sebastian!"

Someone called his name loudly, and a strong arm held him firmly.

Sebastian's eyes were spinning for a while, but the next moment, the hand covered with thick black hair didn't stop, and directly grabbed the hem of his clothes.

"Bah...you sissy!"

"Beat these Porto people to death!"

The noisy voice was full of ridicule and malice, and the surroundings were full of strange things. The bar that seemed calm just now seemed to be boiling with water in a short period of time, and they were the group of Hannover 96 fans who unfortunately fell into the frying pan. water!

A thick arm appeared in his line of sight, swung directly towards the pair of black holes that were steaming thickly, and McCarthy hit the hideous face with a fist: "Son of a son of a bitch! I thought it was your fist hard?"

While McCarthy was yelling, he pushed him desperately to keep up with the people in front of him. Sebastian was staggered by the push, only to hear his teammates yelling from behind:

"Run!"

Everyone knows how to run, but... can they all run out?

Now we are outnumbered, and they are in the bar of Hannover 96 fans. If they drink too much alcohol, they can do anything!

The teammate behind Sebastian hesitated a little, but McCarthy grabbed his arm directly. He picked up a glass of beer from nowhere and poured it towards the one in front of him!

The people in front of them subconsciously dodged one after another, but instead gave them a way.McCarthy grabbed him and rushed forward. Before the people at the door of the bar realized what happened, they rushed out of the door!

The cold wind outside the bar made people shiver, but it was much better than the frantic atmosphere inside the bar.Sebastian was shocked, and looked back to see Porto players rushing out, but most of them were fanatical fans of Hannover 96!

The group of Germans in dark green followed them, chasing them endlessly, as if they would never go back unless they were caught!

The heartbeat was extremely fast for a while, and even the brain was a little hypoxic.Sebastian didn't know where he went, so he could only blindly follow McCarthy in front of him, shuttling through the streets and alleys of Hannover.The shouting behind him became less and less, and after turning into a small alley, it gradually faded away. Only then did McCarthy stop and take a breath of breath.

Sebastian lowered his head and found only two elongated shadows on the ground.

"...Just the two of us?"

"Scattered, Sebastian..." McCarthy breathed heavily while leaning on the wall, his face turned red, "Deco and the others rushed out first, but they didn't know where they went... There were many pursuers behind, I changed my way."

"Make a call?"

McCarthy nodded, so Sebastian wanted to get the phone, his hand fumbled in his pocket, and his face froze suddenly.

McCarthy realized that there might be an accident: "What's wrong, the phone can't be found?"

Sebastian shook his head, felt his body all over, and finally realized this tragic reality.

"……Lost."

"It's too messy in the bar...it might be that time." McCarthy nodded, but he didn't bring his mobile phone when he went out.

The two looked at each other, the excitement of escaping gradually disappeared, and then, they had to face the reality.Now, on the streets of Hannover, they have lost contact with everyone.

Sebastian raised his head, but he could only see the dark night sky, and there was constant pain in the eye socket where he was hit, and he guessed it must be swollen now.

Everyone was in high spirits when we went out today, and even later in the bar, we were still making jokes about him.Ten minutes ago, they were still watching the game comfortably, drinking beer and juice, and looking forward to the blueprint for the new season; To be able to blow cold wind in this remote place.

"What about them, captain?"

"Those who ran ahead got scattered on the road..."

They shuttled in the streets and alleys, but they didn't see any traces of their teammates at all. Instead, they almost ran into fans of Hannover 96 several times and had to flee to the alleys to avoid them.

McCarthy cursed something in a low voice, and when they passed by, he spat bitterly.

The South African was very annoyed. He was chased by the fans before he played an official game in the new season, and he didn't know what would happen if the news spread.

Sebastian was helpless, and made a suggestion to him: "Let's take a look near the bar?"

"Can you find your way?"

"Probably can..."

"it is good!"

However, they were still lost in the maze-like streets and alleys. McCarthy followed the young man in front of him around, and finally turned away the anger that was churning in his heart before. Now, he has nothing but helplessness: "Sebastian , you can’t find your way!”

Sebastian: ...

The one who led the way became McCarthy, but obviously, he came to Hannover, Germany for the first time, and he had no good way.

The two of them were running around like headless chickens, when they suddenly heard footsteps again!

Both Sebastian and McCarthy were startled, and wanted to run away without even thinking about it, but McCarthy suddenly stopped Sebastian from running, raised a finger, and signaled only one person to come over.The two carefully hid at the base of the wall, only to hear that person's footsteps getting closer!

——What if you are a Hannover fan?

——There is only one person, catch him and beat him up!

Sebastian paused.

--That's not good!This is not Portugal, we are players, it is best not to cause trouble!

——They all messed with us!

Sebastian glared at him.

Not to be outdone, McCarthy stared back, and pointed to his blue eye sockets.

Sebastian: ...

--it is good!

--now it's right!

After some eye contact, the two finally reached an agreement. If the person who came was a Hannover 96 fan, they would be caught and beat up. There are no cameras here anyway!As a result, when they tensed their muscles and put on their postures, they suddenly saw a familiar face.

stop stop stop!

Here comes Anderson Deco!

Although they are not Hannover 96 fans, they were overjoyed!

The two hurried out to stop Deco, but Deco was taken aback. He wandered on the road for a while, and was almost caught by Hannover fans several times.

As soon as Deco stretched out his hand, Sebastian saw a familiar object appearing on the palm of his teammate.

"Ah, my phone!"

What about birthday presents!If it's gone, some people will feel distressed!

"I saw it on the road, so I knew it was yours!" Deco smiled and handed the phone to Sebastian.

He had already called his teammates on his mobile phone on the way, but most of them couldn't be contacted. It is estimated that they dropped and fell, and very few answered.

The three of them thought together for a while, and decided to go back to the bar to find their teammates. However, they had to call the coach after they got around the bar.

Things are out of control.

For Porto as a whole, it was a day like a nightmare.

When Mourinho and Brito hurried to the bar, they received a call halfway and had to rush to the hospital. When he saw his players in the hospital, he couldn't believe it. s eyes.

Almost everyone has a color on their body, there is only a difference in severity!

I have never seen them so miserable, either with bruises or swollen faces, or pain. The 20 or so people who went out in Porto were all gathered in that corridor, but Mourinho looked around and couldn't see a single person who was Intact.

The situation is obvious.

Brito hurried over, his eyebrows furrowed tightly; "Jose, maybe we should contact the Hannover 96 club! Let them explain this... It's unimaginable that the fight was actually a fight! There are still broken beer bottle!"

The two looked at each other, and their expressions became serious.Beer bottle after bottle...anything can happen!

Mourinho exudes low pressure all over his body, which is more terrifying than being kicked 0:3 behind in the game. The players were still talking in low voices at first, but now they are completely silent.Where his gaze swept, everyone couldn't bear it, and they all lowered their heads.

This made Porto's young marshal even more angry. He rushed up during the fight, why did he get scared when he came back?

Where is the captain? !Where is the captain? !Why didn't the team members be held back, let them fight outside, and spread the news that everyone has suffered!

"What about Jorge?"

"Still checking inside, his hand was injured..."

Mourinho frowned, glanced over, and stopped his players: "Sebastian!"

The injured boy raised his head, around his beautiful green eyes, there were unfortunately two extra black eye sockets, he looked as miserable as he wanted.

Among the group in Porto, only the teenager can speak German, and there is no better choice than him, so we can only ask him.

"What's going on in the bar! Tell me why you guys fought and got hurt? In Hannover—do you want to be caught and banned by the Football Association?!"

Mourinho is well aware of the boy's weakness, and sure enough, the boy's eyes widened as soon as the word "banned" was uttered, but his face was not scared, but completely wronged.

This reassured the young marshal of Porto a little. From this point of view, it shouldn't be his side who was wrong.

"They did it first! We didn't know what was going on at first, sir! The fans were too arrogant... We planned to go to the bar to relax for a while and then come back, but we didn't expect to go to Hannover 96 fans At the bar where we gathered, the boss happened to be playing a video of us playing against them... and we were recognized! They stopped us from leaving and started swearing at people. The captain didn’t think of the conflict and let us go, and a fight broke out!"

The facts could not be simpler, but the consequences are unacceptable.Mourinho originally had two friendly matches against Bayern Munich and Kaiserslautern in his "Germany Tour" plan, but now, he has to consider canceling all of these.

His players were injured massively, completely unplanned, and had to recuperate.Although most of the players were only injured on the flesh, there were some like Alenichev, who was unfortunately beaten to the head with a beer bottle by a fanatical fan.But whether it is a minor injury or a serious injury, what suits them now is just to recuperate.

The game has been crossed out of their dictionary for the time being!

"José!"

Assistant coach Faria came back with the medical report, worried: "Your guess has come true, Costa's hand bone has a little fracture... a week of rest is considered easy!"

The young marshal of Porto rubbed his temples, saying that he already knew this.

No matter the injury was mild or serious, all were kept in the hospital for observation.Faria looked at his tired expression, hesitated to speak, and finally said: "The situation is not good, not only in terms of the players...Jose, you didn't know before, the tickets for the two games we have left have been sold out. [-]% sold out."

Fully [-]% of the tickets!If it is canceled by then, it will be a headache to appease the fans.

The only thing that can be counted on is the two clubs Bayern Munich and Kaiserslautern, who will also contribute to the tickets.

If you can, it's better to let the game go as planned, but for now...

"Cancel it!"

His voice was also a little helpless.

Looking at the situation of the team members one by one, it was already late at night when it was over.

Injuries, friendly matches, tickets, conflicts... A series of things made people tired of coping. The coaching staff went back to the hotel exhausted, but the next morning, they ushered in another big news.

"Evil incident, Porto players and fans bar fight! "

"shame!Fans and players fought fiercely, and clashed late at night! "

The moment the big headline came into view, Mourinho turned pale.