Compared with the laughter and laughter at Schalke 04, the atmosphere at Atletico Madrid is much more serious.
After Simeone finished his training, he deliberately left four defenders to explain separately.
"Watch Huntelaar and Young, you know what to do, especially Young. He has scored enough goals and it's time to stop."
"Don't worry, boss," Godin said, "we know what to do."
"No, you don't understand what I mean. I mean, he is still very young. This is an advantage and a disadvantage, especially as far as I know, the child is very...well, bloody. I am a little bit concerned about this. I like him, but I need you to teach him a lesson."
Juanfran said: "How far can we go, boss?"
"As long as you don't put yourself out there, you can use any method," Simeone said meaningfully, "the way to the championship."
The four of them nodded tacitly.
The two sides entered the player tunnel, and Raul became the protagonist.
The status of the world is there, even if each one has its own master now, as long as it is a Spanish team, they will honestly come up to say hello to this banner figure of Spanish football.
Juanfran, who had played for Real Madrid, hugged him and said with a smile, "I heard you had a good time in Germany?"
"Yeah, much better than I thought."
"You can see you gain respect there."
"The most important thing is seeing the future."
As he spoke, he nodded his chin toward Yang Feng, "You mean that young man?"
They were speaking in Spanish, and Yang Feng didn't know what they were saying, or whether his action was a provocation or a greeting, but looking at Raul's smiling face, he probably wasn't scolding himself, so he nodded in a friendly manner.
"He's just one of them," Raul said.
"Schalke is indeed a very promising team, congratulations," Fran shook hands with him again, indicating that the reminiscences were over, and everyone below was starting to become enemies, "I wish you good luck."
"The same to you."
After he left, Yang Feng said, "Did he praise me just now?"
Raul: "He's making a bet with me that he'll make you call your mother in pain later."
Yang Feng's eyes widened instantly, "How much did you bet? I'll add a bet to myself."
"...The bet is the championship, isn't that enough?"
"To put it this way, barely is enough."
The Europa League theme song "Endless Summer" sounded, and players from both sides walked out of the tunnel and walked past the championship trophies placed on the sidelines.
Yang Feng didn't know what was going on, but he reached out and touched the trophy out of nowhere.
Huntelaar, who was walking behind him, swatted his hand away as if he was electrocuted. "Are you crazy?"
Shouts and cheers came from all directions. Yang Feng couldn't hear what he was saying at all, but he could basically guess it.
It's always taboo to touch the trophy before a game, but I just broke the taboo.
No matter what, every time I touch it from now on, it will be my exclusive mark.
I just don’t believe in evil, I just touch, I just win, what’s wrong?
Many Schalke 04 fans also noticed his little move and started to cry. In various comment sections, those who hadn't noticed were reminded by others to know what had just happened.
"Wori, Yang Feng touched the trophy! What should I do if I suddenly have a bad feeling?"
"Oh, no one taught Yang? You can't touch the trophy before the game."
"Kaka: Are you talking about me?"
"Damn it! Just lying down! What does it have to do with me?"
"I don't know, you upstairs? In Istanbul in 2005, Kaká and Plus-8 stole the trophy when they entered the field. Do you know what happened in the end?"
"Taiyang! Don't scare me!"
Most football players are superstitious. Huntelaar was immediately worried. When he saw Yang Feng acting like a normal person, he immediately got angry and couldn't hit him, but he couldn't hit or scold him. He instantly understood Stevens's feelings and almost lost his temper. Suffocate yourself to death.
Other newcomers to the competition were completely stunned by the atmosphere.
It stands to reason that playing games at a devil's home court like the Veltins Arena every day, no matter how fanatical the atmosphere in the stands, should be indifferent, but looking at the banners with slogans, I can't make out the meaning of the sounds. Many people were shouting and cheering, and their bodies were shaking slightly with excitement.
Yang Feng was naturally not immune to the vulgarity, and even had goosebumps on his hands.
While lining up for a group photo, Raul obviously saw that the mood of his teammates was not quite right. As someone who has experienced it, of course he knew why. He had no intention of enlightening him. Anyway, this state of affairs will gradually pass by the time he gets into the game. It’s just that Seeing Yang Feng's cowardice, he didn't know why Mao was so angry. He couldn't help but slap him on the back and shouted: "Calm down! It's just the Europa League! Why are you nervous?"
Yang Feng also shouted: "I love this atmosphere so much! If I don't do something, I feel like I will go crazy!"
"Then go ahead and make your boast come true!"
"good idea!"
He Shi and Zhang Lu once again sat in the Central 5 live broadcast room. They briefly analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of both sides, pressed zzzq to blow Yang Feng, and then started to really get into the topic.
"The game is about to begin, oh! Falcao looks at Yang Feng with a look that is really eye-catching..."
"Hehe, that's right, look at Yang Feng too. This is the world's top striker, and his eyes seem to have murderous intent."
It was a handshake before the game. Although Yang Feng and Falcao just looked at each other calmly when their hands were shaking, the intersection of their eyes still made countless flashes of swords and swords appear in everyone's mind.
A whistle blows and the game officially begins.
Atletico Madrid kicked off first.
The football was passed back to the backcourt, and Yang Feng, Raul and Huntelaar immediately pressed forward like crazy. The football was finally passed back to the midfield by Felipe with a long kick.
Huntelaar and Raul slowed down and continued to press forward on the defenders, but Yang Feng jogged and retreated to the midfield area.
Gabby glanced back and immediately ran near him.
Atletico Madrid's offense failed, and the football was blocked by Matip in front of the penalty area and passed to Atsushi Uchida.
Uchida took a few steps along the wing and immediately passed the ball to Farfan in front after encountering Falcao's pressing.
Farfan continued to accelerate and change directions but failed to get rid of Suarez's defense. In desperation, he prepared to pass back, but when he looked up, he saw Yang Feng's raised hand.
His right foot flicked as a conditioned reflex, and the football immediately rolled over.
Gabi started with a big move and immediately slid over from the side without hesitation.
Yang Feng backed away slowly, and when the football came to him, he suddenly turned around, took the ball slightly with the inside of his right foot, and headed towards Atletico Madrid's goal.
Gabby slipped right behind him, raising her right foot high without even touching a hair, looking funny like a clown performing in the air.
(The first ball of the Easter Egg Chapter)
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