[Football] King Of Europe

Simao Wigan headed to the Santiago Bernabéu stadium to scout with excitement.

As a football reporter, he is no stranger to this famous and legendary stadium. In fact, before today, he had visited twice as a tourist.

But this time is different. This time, he still has the identity of a reporter for the "Porto Commercial Daily".

As a crazy fan, he only had yearning and longing for this white palace, but today, when his position changes, he can't help but look a little more.

From the palace in the dream to a powerful opponent.

The young Portuguese boy sighed, hey, who knows, what kind of arrangements their coach, Jose Mourinho, will make?

You know, at the Porto press conference before, the proud Porto young marshal didn't reveal anything.

Facing such a behemoth, facing this star-studded team, facing Florentino's confident Galacticos——

The young Portuguese guy stopped in his tracks, but he didn't look abrupt in the bustling crowd of people, because around him, many people stopped at the same place after they came to this place.

Their gazes were fixed on the confident and powerful Spanish words on the ornate gate:

"The best club in history - Real Madrid"

This is the trophy room of the Los Blancos, the Madrid people so proudly claim.Simao Vigan came here more than once, and it was by no means the first time he saw this sentence, but there was never a time when he felt more deeply in his heart than now.

Is it the history of football in Spain, or the history of football in this world.

The best club in Spain, or the best club in the world...?

"Of course the best club in the world!"

A hearty voice came from the side, and Simao Vigan was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that he had asked the question unknowingly!The staff with the nameplate had a warm smile on their face and answered without hesitation: "Hi, lad, we are the best club in the world!"

What a dazzling...and enviable confidence!

"Real Madrid are the best, our players have won us the best and they deserve the best."

Words that are more babbling than tongue twisters seem extremely relaxed in the mouth of the staff.Leading visitors into the showroom, the goal is rows of shining trophies.

Generations of players, relying on their own sweat and hard work, have earned honors.

Castilian pride.

Pure white glory.

The La Liga championship, the Copa del Rey, the Super Cup, the Toyota Cup... The heavy glory constitutes a glorious history, but the most eye-catching thing that makes Simon Wigan stop is one place——

Champion cup.

Nine big ear cups are placed in the quiet glass wall, each of which is enviable.The young Portuguese boy stood in front of the Champions Cup, tracing their fascinating shapes with his eyes. He stood for so long that his legs and feet were a little numb when he finally recovered, but this was not enough to make him leave.

Because around him, there are also a large number of tourists stopping by.

"This is our nine European Cups!"

A familiar voice sounded, and it turned out to be the same staff member from before. He may have remembered the young man who was muttering at the door of the showroom, and smiled at him.

"Do you have any questions?"

Simon Wigan paused.

He had many questions, and he wanted more answers. In the past, he would have been more than happy to ask this enthusiastic staff member his own questions. However, at this moment, he suddenly changed his mind.

Yes, Real Madrid have honors to look up to.

However, those are not theirs!

What championship cup, what honor, has nothing to do with them at all, why should he be envious!

Simao Wigan coughed lightly and said, "I'm wondering when my home team will win the Champions League."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly saw the astonishment on the staff's face, as if he had never expected that this tourist would ask such a question, which was completely beyond his expectations.

Such a slightly astonished expression put Simao Vigan in a good mood, so that the young Portuguese guy smiled.

He looked relaxed and natural, as if the problems that had plagued him for a long time disappeared, and a faint smile appeared on his face, and he changed from a contemplative person to a sunny one in an instant.

"Yeah, I'm wondering when my home team will get the Champions League."

Simon Vigan, clear and forceful, repeats itself.

The staff in Madrid were puzzled by his change, but it didn't prevent him from hearing what the tourists said.The long time of receiving people and things gave him good qualities, so even if he felt uncomfortable about this question in his heart, he could still answer decently: "I think, there will be such a day."

Simon Wigan didn't miss it, the smile on the face of the person in front of him faded a little, but this didn't prevent the corners of his lips from widening.

The surrounding tourists looked at the young man curiously, and most of them sensed the delicate atmosphere between the staff and him.

Alas!

Very, very confident young man!

But on the football field, in the green world, what is needed is such a strong self-confidence, isn't it?

Otherwise, how can the black and white elves be subdued?

Simao Wigan turned his head with a smile and put a wall of big ear cups behind him.What Real Madrid have, they also have, the difference is only the difference in numbers.But, who knows what will happen next?

Many years ago, Porto's predecessors were on the podium of the European Champions Cup. Today, many years later, they are also moving towards this goal.

He believes that in his lifetime, he will definitely be able to see the dragon soaring to the top of Europe.

As long as Mourinho is still forging ahead.

As long as everyone in Porto works together.

if only……

The emerald eyes looked at him from afar, and Simao Vigan's smiling face froze instantly.

Spring's lake-like eyes, jet-black half-length hair, although wearing a very rustic peaked cap, but, but...

God!

Why did he appear here!

Isn't it time to prepare for the upcoming game!

Simao Vigan seemed to have thousands of grass and mud horses roaring and galloping in his heart. If he was a character in a cartoon, then there must be countless black lines on his forehead, accompanied by surprise and shock, and even more explicit, or An even weirder reaction: gnashing of teeth.

So when the staff calmly and carefully asked which team his home team was, the stunned Portuguese guy casually gave the answer.

Amidst the sound of gasping all around and the unkind eyes, the dull Simao Wigan finally realized that there seemed to be something wrong with the words he blurted out just now.

What did he just say?

"Porto!"

His home team is the dragon from Portugal, the Blue and White Legion Porto!

Who is Real Madrid's upcoming match against?

Porto.

At this point in time, this sensitive time, when the big battle is coming, in the trophy room of Real Madrid, before the nine big ear cups, declares that he really wants to win the Champions League, and declares that his home team is Porto——

Simao Wigan... moved his Adam's apple with difficulty.

He felt that something seemed, seemed, should, and must be something bad.

He saw the pair of emerald eyes suddenly widen in the distance, and he also showed the same astonishment.

Come on, God!

Why did he say such a sentence in this place!

One hundred percent will be regarded as a provocation!

Isn't this, stepping on the corpse of Real Madrid to get to the top!