[Football] King Of Europe

Hot summer.

The sun in Hannover in August is not too harsh, but it is still unbearable to stand in the wide square and receive the direct sun without any shade.

The unobstructed sunlight was so hot that it was unbearable. Pedestrians walked along the street shops in a hurry. In this way, the scene on the square was enough to attract the attention of many people.

Many people whispered and looked at the group of people wearing dark green jerseys and holding up slogans standing under the scorching sun.

"...hey man, what are they doing?"

"Protest, I guess...but what are they gathering here to protest?"

Someone interrupted the conversation: "Hey, haven't you heard? The Porto players and the Hannover 96 fans got into a fight in a bar last night, and there was a big fight... and now there is a demonstration!"

"When did this happen, why don't we know?" The two people said in unison before, with a look of surprise on their faces.

The young man who interrupted the conversation laughed, dusted off the newspaper in his hand, and winked.He was originally very handsome, but in this way, he seemed a little funny: "I don't know about such a big thing... You don't usually read newspapers, do you? It's already on the headlines!"

Sure enough, the first page of the local Hannover newspaper in his hand was a detailed introduction to this matter.

It is said that the Porto players went clubbing last night, but they drank too much and began to provoke the Hannover fans with words, and then they even fought against each other. As a result, the two sides clashed and started fighting in the bar!

The young man laughed, pointed to the building in front of the square, and whistled: "... Well, it is said that this is the hotel where the Porto players stayed."

"Really?" The person who spoke earlier looked suspicious, "No one of them has come out so far!"

"Hey...you don't dare to come out, don't you understand?" Someone immediately laughed with disdain.

More and more people gathered in front of the square, and people kept coming from all directions to join the protest team.They chanted all kinds of slogans mocking Porto, and just stood on the square with a grin, without even stopping their mouths, shouting all kinds of shocking words.

"Porto, coward!"

"Porto, coward!"

……

The uniform slogans gradually gained momentum, and a steady stream of sound waves hit the hotel. Even the players living on the seventh floor could clearly hear the ridicule below the hotel.

Sebastian pushed open the window, so the sound that had been isolated from the outside came into his ears clearly.Porto is a vocabulary that must be included in every sentence, but its prefix or suffix is ​​different.However, no matter what it is, the essence is similar, and they are all insulting words.

"Extreme fans?" Deco came over and wanted to close the window for him, "Stop listening, the coach will take care of it."

Sebastian stopped his hand and poked his head out to look down.

His good eyesight allowed him to easily capture the ferocious Germanic man. His face was full of gas except for the three holes for the eyes.The man waved his furry arm and held up a placard with the other.

Sebastian's eyes stayed on the half-raised hand, and the emerald green in his eyes gradually became thicker.

It was this hand that swollen his eye sockets.

Except for the fight with Cristiano a year ago, no one has ever dared to touch his face.

Deco noticed that his little teammate was looking at a certain place, so he followed the line of sight of his little teammate, and what he saw was a burly man.Even from such a long distance, it is enough to feel his strength. The man's waving arms are as difficult to parry as his unfriendly face and rough nostrils.

Deco wasn't sitting next to Sebastian at the time, so he didn't know who he was.But now that he is standing under the hotel and holding a sign, it is obvious that this is an anti-Porto person through and through.

"What's so special about the person you see?"

"He hit me."

Sebastian pointed to his eye sockets. On his fair face, his left eye was completely black and very swollen.His original appearance is very good, but there is still a childishness that has not yet grown up. His teammates often joke that when they see his face, they are afraid that they will kick him to pieces. On the skin, compared with the surrounding skin, it is indescribably scary.

Sebastian himself had seen the current appearance in the mirror long ago, and he had been beaten when it was even worse, so he didn't react much.On the contrary, it was Deco, who had never seen his face beaten so badly before, and asked several times before.

"It's okay, it's just scary, Anderson..." He looked at the man who was still vicious in the square below the hotel, suddenly rolled his eyes, pursed his mouth, and smiled.

Deco is very familiar with his expression, whenever his little teammate's eyeballs roll around, it means someone is going to be unlucky.

"Let him have a taste too."

Deco looked at his little teammate hesitantly, from the top of his black hair all the way to his feet.

The teenager was a little puzzled.

"Sebastian, it's not that I doubt you..." Deco swallowed hard, feeling that what he was going to say next would be beaten up by his teammates, "...can your body do it?"

The boy paused for the naked distrust in his teammates' words.

Deco suddenly felt that he had said something wrong, maybe Sebastian was just saying something in a fit of anger?Why did I talk about his height again!

"No, you're wrong, Anderson." Sebastian said with a serious face, "...I wouldn't use such low-level methods to deal with him!"

Deco: ...

Doubtful eyes.

Ignoring the suspicion in his teammates' eyes, Sebastian patted him on the shoulder: "Just wait!"

He wouldn't use such a low-level method as fighting!

The Hannover 96 fans gathered and demonstrated below the square hadn't left yet, as if they were determined to fight them, and a Porto person must come forward.But Porto doesn't seem to be interested in taking care of them. They let the group of fans move, love to sing, love to scream, love to protest, and love to demonstrate. They don't seem to care about them at all.

Sebastian was a little confused about the coaches' thinking. Generally speaking, he tried to suppress the situation as much as possible now, but judging from Porto's current attitude, he was a bit conniving at the fans, ignoring them and letting them fan the flames.

Such a strange attitude is worth thinking about...

What's going on in your head, sir?

Soon, things escalated.

A large number of reporters began to appear around the square. They picked up microphones and cameras, and interviewed the gathered fans.Sebastian turned on the TV and tuned to the local channel, but he didn't see the live broadcast report.

Maybe...the action has not kept up.

However, it is definitely not a good thing to let it develop like this!

No one knows the power of the pen in the hands of the reporters better than them. It can be used to speak volumes, and it can also turn black and white. As long as the cause and effect of things are slightly reversed, it may be to cover up some seemingly insignificant things, or to report When adjusting the order of two things, the result will be completely different!

Haven't they been cheated enough?

If you can't get it back, some Porto can drink a pot!

Sebastian stared down calmly, observing the development of the situation.The extreme fans of Hannover 96 are so arrogant, he wants to see what else the reporters will come up with!

I couldn't understand what was being said below, but the reporters pushed forward through the Hannover fan crowd, and soon found their leader—that burly fan with a ferocious face who looked like Tarzan!

The reporter was very excited, and the fan was obviously also very excited, and the two hit it off.I saw the reporter standing upright, smiling at the camera, saying something, and then handing the microphone to the fan.

Deco replaced a station with a remote control board.

A familiar scene suddenly appeared on the TV. The difference was that what they saw from the window was a bird's-eye view, but on the TV screen, it was a close-up interview.

Sebastian, who was not interested in nostrils, rough breath, and black hair, took a step back and let the vicious man out of his sight.

His hoarse voice came from the TV: "We think they should apologize! Apologize! Porto must apologize to us! We are the most loyal fans of Hannover 96, and we will not allow anyone to challenge our dignity... But Porto has repeatedly Challenge our bottom line again and again! Although they are players, we—Hannover fans will not be afraid of them! Everything we do is for Hannover, and it is the responsibility of every fan to protect her...We are obliged!"

"...they should not challenge the dignity of Hannover, they have no reason to humiliate us... We fight for glory and dignity, no one can defeat us, no one can tarnish the honor of Hannover...we must Make them pay!"

Extreme fans are indeed the most unreasonable group... How did Porto insult Hannover?

Sebastian listened to the interview on TV as if he was listening to a joke. Anyway, apart from his well-developed muscles, this fan probably has nothing in his mind.After repeating these few words over and over again, it turns out that the mind is simple and the limbs are well-developed.

"Annoying us will have unimaginable consequences..."

At that moment, on the TV screen, Deco saw the disgusting accuser inadvertently look up after a generous - but uninspiring - speech, and then, as if seeing His eyes widened at something unbelievable.

The despicable accuser turned his head back to the camera in the confusion of many people, showing a malicious smile as if he had caught something.

— even if it made him look more disgusting.

"...and that green-eyed, pale-faced, disgusting sissy in Porto."