"Bambi! Bambi! Bambi!"
Jeff Locke raised his hands high, clenched them into fists, waved them while shouting, and used his back to knock open the bar door, and then waves of excited voices surged through the bar space. After the echoes overlapped, the momentum doubled and instantly became the focus of the entire bar.
The quietness in the bar space was beyond Jeff's imagination, as if his intrusion had disturbed the comfort and enjoyment here. Jeff couldn't help but pause for a moment, hesitant and confused. After looking around in confusion for a week, he looked towards Chris Wilson, who came in next, lowered his voice and said cautiously, "Didn't you say this is a fan bar?"
The so-called fan bar is not really a bar that only serves fans. In fact, it is just the name of the fans themselves.
On every match day, fans with season tickets or football tickets go to the game site to watch the game. Fans without tickets gather in familiar bars to find other like-minded fans to watch the game together. , collective carnival.
Competitive ball sports are definitely an important representative of "having fun alone is not as good as having fun together"; rather than watching the TV at home, the atmosphere in the bar can always make the game more exciting.
The bar in front of you is located in the area where San Francisco's Little Italy and Little Tokyo meet. The western decoration style of dark brown oak and rough leather is low-key and simple, rough and wild, revealing the traces of years of polishing and precipitation, but overall it is still a bit monotonous, without too many stylized and typical decorations, just An ordinary bar on the side of the street.
"Joe's Bar" is a simple and vulgar name with no characteristics at all; however, for the local indigenous residents, this is a family bar accompanied by neighborhood memories and historical traces. It has been more than half a century since its birth. It is run by a family tradition, and the current owner is the third generation. The "Joe" in the name of the bar is his great-grandfather.
The Wilsons were regulars at the bar. When he was a child, he watched the game for the first time. Chris sneaked out with his father without telling his mother and came to "Joe's Bar", where he experienced the noisy atmosphere of fans watching the game for the first time.
They used to live nearby, just two blocks away, but later they moved to the church district a dozen blocks away. Despite this, Chris was still used to watching football here. About the San Francisco 49ers Most of the memories are related to this bar.
"Guys, what's going on? Shouldn't we have a good time?" Chris looked at the bar with excitement on his face and excitedly incited the atmosphere with his words.
There were fifty or sixty people gathered in the bar today, and the small bar space was packed to the brim; but at this time, there was no imaginary wanton celebration, no imaginary crazy party, no imaginary wild singing, and people seemed a little a little bit It's too calm, but there is a strong sense of violation.
Chris' eyes widened, and he clenched his fists with both hands excitedly, dancing up and down, as if he was using all parts of his body to express his emotions, "We just won the game! And it was a last-minute buzzer beater!" That catch, didn’t you see? That catch!”
Following Chris's footsteps, Nate Chandler and Danny Reese also walked into the bar, then stood next to Jeff and stopped. Immediately, they found that they had become the center of attention in the entire bar.
Within the field of vision, looking around, the patrons in the bar were all wearing the red jersey of the San Francisco 49ers home court. The vast red looked spectacular, like a flame, igniting the air; fans of all ages and young and old were all voting. He looked up and down, looking at Jeff and the other three people. In the silence, the strong sense of exclusion became more and more obvious, and an invisible barrier seemed to be formed.
Lowering his head, Jeff realized at this moment that they were wearing the pure blue jerseys of the UCLA Bruins, which stood out among the red. In the Bay Area where San Francisco is located, Stanford University and the University of California, Berkeley are the absolute protagonists. Obviously, they stand here and are out of place.
"Chris, we know, of course we know." A bearded middle-aged man standing at the bar, supporting himself on the bar with his hands crossed, said with a smile, "In fact, we have celebrated three rounds. You missed."
Anthony-DiNozzo, the current owner of "Joe's Bar" and also the bartender, spent most of the day in the bar, mingling with regular customers.
Chris still raised his hands high, with an expression of surprise on his face, "Is this the end of the celebration? Shouldn't it be an all-night party? What we defeated was the Dallas Cowboys! And it was a reversal! God, this is the season of this year. This is the most exciting game since it started, how could we end the celebration now? You guys are such a letdown!"
"For the 49ers!" Chris shouted in a high-pitched voice. The next moment, everyone in the bar raised their beer glasses high and cheered in unison, "For the 49ers!"
At this time, the fan atmosphere in the bar was finally revealed, and everyone's brows were filled with joy and excitement. At any time, a victory is enough to dispel fatigue and worries and brighten the whole day, and today is no exception.
During the celebration, a little old man sitting at the bar did not join in. He picked up the wine glass in front of him and walked towards them with slow steps.
This little old man looks skinny, slightly hunched, with a messy beard on his chin. He is simply wearing a worn-out jersey, which is not brand new, but has traces of time. It looks like it has been aged for a while. They were either senior fans or homeless people who found jerseys from trash cans or donation boxes and put them on casually.
He walked up to Chris, shook his head, and then sneered, "Don't be too happy too early. Everyone regards this Chinese quarterback as a savior, but I have to pour cold water on you, he is not."
"Jonathan, don't spoil the fun!" Chris spread his hands and complained wailing, "What's more, he is just a rookie quarterback and performed so well. Can we ask for more? He has led us for two consecutive weeks. When the victory comes, why can't you just enjoy it and give it a little bit of support so the rookie can feel the warmth."
This little old man is called Jonathan Baldwin (Jonathan-Baldwin). He is also a die-hard San Francisco 49ers fan. He has liked and supported this team for his whole life, and has experienced its peaks and troughs.
After the millennium, he, like all fans, has been looking forward to the team finding a top quarterback to lead the team to a resurgence. But apparently, they've been disappointed for eight years straight.
"What he needs is not warmth, but a truly clear self-understanding." Jonathan criticized mercilessly, "Did he win the past two weeks of games? Yes; did he perform well? Yes. But. , this is all, this is just the beginning, I must remind you that Alex’s rookie season also gave us hope for a time, but in the end it was all extinguished."
"Are you kidding me?" Chris raised his hands in disbelief. "Alex Smith's rookie season was a disaster. He played in nine games and only threw one touchdown. Eleven interceptions! That's a nightmare!"
"However, after he became the starting quarterback, he passed three touchdowns, no interceptions, and 814 yards in the first three games!" Jonathan fired back fiercely.
As the No. 1 pick in the 2005 draft, Alex was not the starting quarterback in his rookie season, but the second quarterback.
Alex himself also suffered from injuries that year, and Cody-Pickett, the starting quarterback at the time, was in good and bad form, so the two took turns playing during the season. Overall, Alex played less than a quarter of Cody's minutes.
In 2006, Alex officially served as the starting quarterback. Hence, the controversy between Chris and Jonathan.
Jonathan continued, "That's what I mean. Alex was the No. 1 pick in the draft. We even gave up on Aaron Rodgers and had high hopes for him. However, rookies are rookies. They lack polish and experience. We don't There should be too much expectation in return.”
Chris glanced around the bar in disbelief and said in surprise, "I can't believe that Lu Ke just led us to our second victory and two consecutive victories, and now you are here to criticize Lu Ke's lack of ability? Oh my gosh, what are you guys expecting? Sweeping both games? This is the NFL, not the NBA!"
"Chris, what Jonathan said makes sense." Someone in the crowd echoed, "Two wins, this is a fact; but the rookie already lacks experience, and the quarterback looks too thin, with explosive muscle and... The muscular endurance is way off. We just lower our expectations."
Chris opened his mouth wide and his eyes were full of astonishment, "Two wins, but still can't get your support? So what do you want to see, win the Super Bowl in your rookie season? Ridiculous!"
"Chris, you misunderstood. We just lowered our expectations. It's nothing. This quarterback has done really well in the past two weeks, and the catch at the last moment today was really wonderful." From another corner shouted, followed by whistles and cheers.
But Chris still felt unhappy, "So what do you mean, Alex should play in this week's game?"
Jonathan nodded in affirmation of course, "A rookie is still a rookie after all. We won the game today by relying on luck; in the next game, we still need Alex's leadership. His experience and experience are crucial. "
"Bullshit!" Chris scolded him directly. "Why didn't I know when did you start liking Alex? In this year's draft, you still wanted to replace him with Colin Kaepernick. Smith. What, now you're rooting for Alex? And when the rookie quarterback is doing so well? Ridiculous! It's so ridiculous!"
