The club has issued tickets to every player. However, it is now a critical time in China to prepare for the college entrance examination. Obviously, my mother cannot be separated. Only my father can come. The father and son have made an appointment to meet in Romania and will give the tickets then. give him.
As soon as the parent-child interaction ended, Draxler called.
"Yang, do you still have tickets? Give me one."
"Huh? Where's yours?"
"They're all given away," Draxler said, "but Lena has a friend who also wants to watch the game, so, you know."
"You tell me first whether she is pretty or not, and then I will decide whether she has a ticket."
"I sent you the photo," Xiaode smiled brightly, "You will thank me, brother."
Yang Feng looked at the photo and gave up on his aesthetics. He replied coldly: "My tickets are gone too."
"Isn't it? You don't even like this?"
"I'm not as hungry as you think."
"Then I can't help you. If your vision is always so high, maybe Toni Gamm is the only one in Germany who can meet your requirements."
"Who is Toni Game?"
"Someone who can make you forget about football."
"Believe me, that person hasn't been born yet."
"Haha, don't be so sure..."
Just as Xiaode's call was hung up, Raul's call came again.
Perhaps because he gave people the impression of being too withdrawn before, everyone seemed to have concluded that his tickets would definitely not be given away. The first person who wanted tickets thought of him, but his tickets were actually gone long ago.
Children love to compete with their father, and parents love to show off their children. This is a common truth at home and abroad. Yang Feng has now reached the first peak of his life. Of course, Yang Yunsong seizes every opportunity to show off. The ticket has already been taken away before it was sent to him. The allocation is empty.
If a son can't show off, what will he do to raise him? Extubation?
Three days before the game, the whole team set off for Bucharest to adapt to the venue and prepare for the game in advance.
Bucharest is the capital of Romania and the political, economic and cultural center of the country.
The bus was driving in the middle of the city, and what Yang Feng felt most deeply was how well done the greening was.
In addition to various libraries, opera houses, museums, etc., there are various parks, gardens and green spaces everywhere.
Of course, the biggest theme here during this time is football.
There are probably more than 30,000 fans from both sides traveling with the teams. They have already gathered all over the city. Flags and logos of the two teams are everywhere. The roads are also full of fans wearing Schalke and Atletico Madrid jerseys, blue and red and white. It has become the main color of the city.
Check into the hotel, recuperate for a day, and then start training the next day.
Yang Yunsong arrived a little later, and Yang Feng had already booked a room for him in the hotel where the team stayed.
Father and son are about the same height, but Yang Yunsong, who is nearly 45 years old, looks stronger.
The national character does not like to hug each other affectionately after a long separation. Yang Yunsong just looked at his son a few more times and nodded with satisfaction.
He is full of energy, and his whole body is filled with vitality and confidence. He is much more pleasing to the eye than the depressed ghost look when we last met.
"After the game, come back to China directly with me or should you go back to Geirkirsenchen first?"
"Go back to China directly, and then take my mother out for a tour after the college entrance examination."
"That's fine," Yang Yunsong nodded, "but it's best to keep a low profile and go back secretly, otherwise I'm worried that you won't be able to get out of the airport."
"That exaggerated?"
"...It shouldn't be that exaggerated now, but maybe it will be if you win the day after tomorrow."
"Then it's really time to go back secretly."
"Huo?" Yang Yunsong glanced at him in surprise, "So confident?"
"Tactically, we should pay attention to the enemy, but strategically, we should despise the enemy," Yang Feng said. "That's what Grandpa Mao taught us."
Comrade Lao Yang couldn't help but laugh, "If you could understand his old man's tricks, why not go straight to the throne of the football king?"
"That's a dragon-slaying skill. Isn't it overkill for playing football? And I'm a forward and not a midfield commander, so I really don't need such high-end ideological guidance..."
"Oh, I remember that I trained you as a midfielder since you were a child, but why did you become crooked for no reason?"
"That's because you don't know how enjoyable it is to score goals..."
"I don't know? I remember back then..."
"He's the top scorer on the school team, I understand."
"It's good that you understand. I was born at the wrong time and didn't pursue the path of football. Otherwise, I would be a national football star now."
"Then you can have some fun, luckily it's not the right time."
"What do you mean?"
"That's what it means."
"What does that mean?"
"Just the same thing..."
Stevens' pre-game management was still very strict. Yang Feng didn't even have a chance to have a meal with his father. He hurriedly met and rushed to training.
On the first day, I just warmed up, played games, and mainly stayed in shape. Then I practiced tactics, rehearsed penalty shootouts, etc., and then entered the stadium to adapt to the venue the next day.
The Bucharest National Stadium was officially opened last year and is the main stadium of the Romanian national team. It can accommodate 55,000 spectators, including 270 special seats specially set up for spectators in wheelchairs.
The stadium fully complies with UEFA standards and is equipped with an openable and closable roof and four liftable large screens of nearly 40 square meters. The seats for players and coaches are equipped with heating devices, and there are also heating devices at the bottom of the lawn.
It's a pleasure to play football in a place like this.
"It's the finals..."
Only Raul, Metzelder and Hildebrand in the team have really seen the big scene. Others, including captain Hwedes, have played in the biggest final in the German Cup.
Draxler was in a state of excitement all day long and was already thinking about Feifei, "Tomorrow's Europa League final, July's European Cup final, next year's Champions League final, two years later the World Cup final, what is this kind of person called in your country?" ?”
Yang Feng said: "Winner in life?"
"Yes! Winner in life!" Draxler thinks these Chinese people are quite interesting. They can always invent some novel words. Although sometimes the translation is nondescript, it is quite fun after ignoring some strict grammatical errors.
"I'll teach you a new word."
"What?"
"I want to eat shit!"
"..." He knew that Yang Feng was probably laughing at his wishful thinking, but he didn't understand the connection between this and wanting to eat shit.
"Okay, boys, come here!"
Stevens clapped the folder in his hand and called the team members into a circle, while he stood in the circle.
"You all know what kind of opponent we are facing tomorrow. Simeone will build a wall in front of his penalty area, and then his players will destroy you fiercely and use various small means to harass and harass you. Provoking you includes but is not limited to all kinds of trash talk and petty actions, so I only have two requirements: don’t be afraid and don’t be fooled! Do you understand?”
"I understand, boss!" Everyone replied loudly.
"Very good, I hope you really understand," Stevens nodded and looked at someone worriedly, "Especially you, Yang! I don't want you to become the second Beckham!"
There were several famous scenes in the 1998 Anglo-Arab war. The most famous ones were Zanetti and others' free kicks to score, Owen's long-distance run to seal the throat with a sword, and Beckham's red card being sent off - which caused this scene The current coach of Atletico Madrid is Simeone.
"Don't worry, boss, as long as he doesn't scold my country and my mother, I won't kick his balls to pieces."
Draxler couldn't help but said: "Where's dad?"
"Dad is thick-skinned and can scold me."
"...How can I rest assured when you are like this?" Stevens shook his head, "Hevedes! Raul! Watch him carefully!"
The two nodded, naturally knowing that watching actually meant protecting.
Stevens emphasized other precautions before disbanding the team. Raul said to Yang Feng: "Are you ready, top scorer? What we will face tomorrow are Godin, Gabi, and Juanfran. The top defensive players are experienced and fierce, and they will definitely pay special attention to you... As long as you have watched La Liga, you should know how they defend players like Ronaldo, Ronaldinho, and Messi. Trust me, you’ll be eating their Care for Aliens meal tomorrow.”
"Don't worry, brother, they can't guard against me," Yang Feng boasted casually, "I cross them just like crossing the road."
"...If you don't brag, will you die?"
"Didn't you say that? I am an alien," Yang Feng said. "If you don't brag, you will die from the aliens."
Bragging is contagious, and Raul couldn't help bragging himself, "Damn it, you feel more and more like Ibrahimovic. Your role models should obviously be model players like Kaká and me. Be humble." Polite, low-key and pretentious.”
"Then I will try to be like Ibrahimovic," Yang Feng grinned, "and strive to achieve all the things I have boasted about."
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