Seeing his teammates gradually becoming full of fighting spirit, all of them clenched their fists, their eyes flashed with fierceness, and Ai Luo's words kept popping up in his mind: Princes, generals, and ministers would rather have the guts. roar Hoho After a while, deafening roars rang out from inside the bus, but no one in the bus stopped them.
Instead, they gave a kind smile.
After such a drama, although the game has not yet passed, Ai Luo's image in the team has skyrocketed.
Ranieri turned his face sideways, smiled and said to Benetti: "Let me tell you, bring Ai with you, old man, you will definitely have more passion and fighting spirit."
Benetti also smiled, "Yes, what this guy said is so good.
Prince General Xiang Ning has the guts.
Maybe we will really have an upset tonight."
"No, no, no, we are not unpopular."
Ranieri shook his head and closed his eyes.
I began to think about how to deal with the reporters’ tricky questions at the pre-match press conference.
Half an hour later, the bus came to a stop at the west gate of the Bernabeu Stadium.
Before the Valencia players got off the bus, the entire bus was surrounded by reporters and loyal Valencia fans who had arrived in advance.
Spears and cannons were aimed at Ranieri, who was the first to get out of the car.
Ranieri was used to such big scenes.
He only waved to the fans wearing orange jerseys and turned a blind eye to the reporters.
Soon, the team's press officer turned to the reporters and said, "If you have any questions, please wait until the pre-game press conference to ask.
Now we are on the court, so please give way."
The reporters were very sensible and got out of the way to the stadium.
Although the road was opened, the camera in my hand did not stop, and the "chacha" sound continued.
"Chichi" At this moment, a white bus stopped in front of the Valencia bus.
The reporters cheered and quickly left the Valencia players in front of them and ran to where the bus stopped.
Except of course the local media in Valencia is still there.
Subsequently, the bus door was opened, and one by one the Real Madrid players followed coach Luxemberger and got off the bus.
The entire Real Madrid lineup is star-studded, with Raul, Zidane, Figo, Beckham, Ronaldo, and Carlos murdering countless films.
Reporters even resent their parents for not giving them an extra hand.
"Oh that's Ronaldo" "Oh Beckham is smiling at me" "Don't be silly, Beckham is smiling at me" . .
Ai Luo looked at everything in front of him, and he was imagining in his mind that he would also have such a day.
Every move he made would murder countless films, causing the fans to cheer, and then follow every move he made.
Waves of hands can cause vibrations like mountains and tsunami.
One day, I will become such a big star Ai Luo clenched his fists, looked at the so-called superstars, and murmured.
"Ai, I believe you will become such a big star one day."
Balaja fell more and more in love with the little guy next to him.
"team leader"
Ruben Baraja said nothing more, just smiled and patted Ai Luo on the shoulder.
Subsequently, the group of 28 people was divided into two groups.
Ranieri took captain Baraja to attend the pre-match press conference, while Benetti took the others to the Bernabeu Stadium for a walk on the field.
"Dong dong dong" "Who?"
Since tomorrow is Sunday, eight-year-old Erin hasn't gone to bed yet.
Although it is already twelve o'clock in the evening, after hearing the knock on the door, she stretched her head and asked instinctively.
"I'm your brother He, Xiaolin."
Then, He Wenxuan's voice came from outside the door.
After hearing that it was He Wenxuan, Irene happily put down the toys on hand and ran to open the door with a jump.
Father Ai, who was watching TV, looked at his lovely daughter and smiled, then quickly turned his face and focused on the TV.
After Irene opened the door, she called out "Brother He" kindly.
When she saw a few people behind He Wenxuan, she also called out "Brother Zhang, Brother Liu, Brother Li" kindly.
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After shouting, he jumped back to his toys.
Several people said in unison: "Xiao Lin is so good."
"Why are you still up so late, Xiaolin?"
He Wenxuan asked while changing his shoes.
"I won't go to sleep until I see my brother on TV."
Irene said with a milky but firm tone, but soon her attention turned to the toys again.
After changing their shoes, He Wenxuan and his party came to the living room.
When they saw Father Ai, they all called out cordially: "Uncle Ai, good evening" and then put the fruit snacks they just bought from downstairs on the coffee table.
"Really, it costs so much every time we come here."
Father Ai looked at his son's four good friends, who were so polite every time.
He felt a little helpless.
He stood up and pointed to the sofa and stools in front of him, indicating that everyone could sit wherever they liked.
Of course, in the end, these snacks were all cheap for little Erin.
"Why spend money?
Isn't it just to watch the game later and wait for Ai Luo to be bored, haha."
He Wenxuan did not shy away from stepping on Ai Luo like this.
Anyway, Ai Luo's father was used to it, because he knew that he and Ai Luo were the most stubborn.
Yes, Father Ai was young too.
After He Wenxuan put away his things, he sat on the sofa in the back, put his hands on both sides of the sofa, raised his head and said to the other three friends: "You can sit wherever you want, just treat it as your own home."
The three of them looked down upon each other and secretly extended their middle fingers towards He Wenxuan.
You really think this is your home.
He Wenxuan grinned, turned to Father Ai and said, "Well, where's Auntie?"
"Oh, she was a little sleepy and went to sleep first.
She asked me to call her after the game starts."
"oh" He Wenxuan turned to look at the clock hanging on the wall.
It was only half past twelve, and there was still an hour and a half before kickoff.
So he called three other friends, walked to the table in the dining room, and started playing Landlords.
As the game approaches and fans enter the stadium, the north and south stands of the Bernabeu Stadium are gradually shrouded in white, while the east and west stands are filled with giant posters of Real Madrid's six current superstars, sliding like waves and very vivid.
The orange-yellow one from Valencia only occupies a small corner of the Bernabeu, disappearing like a stone dropped into the sea.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh After seeing the Valencia players coming out, the home fans immediately booed harshly, allowing the away team players to fully feel the depressing atmosphere unique to the Bernabeu.
Aiello followed captain Baraja into the Bernabeu Stadium, but he was quickly stunned by what happened in front of him.
The entire Bernabeu was like a huge stage, with bright stars, shining lights, and various harsh sounds. sound.
"Uh-huh"
"Go to hell Valencia" "Come here and lick your uncle's big dick haha" . .
"Ai, leave them alone."
Baraja turned around and saw Ai Luo staying in place.
He turned back with a raised brow, patted Ai Luo on the shoulder, and said in an encouraging tone.
"Yes."
He clenched his fists with both hands.
Maybe I am an insignificant person at this moment, but I firmly believe that through my efforts, I will make the entire Bernabeu become silent because of me.
I must have clenched my fists again and made a crisp sound by twisting the joints.
Enrique Wein was standing on the edge of the court, holding a high-resolution camera, watching all Ai Luo's actions, and nodded, obviously very satisfied with this 18-year-old boy standing unyielding in the depressing Bernabeu Stadium. click Aiello runs to warm up, stretches, passes, shoots, in short, everything is done by Enrique.
The camera in Wayne's hand recorded it.
Come on Ai Like David challenging Goliath Half an hour later, Valencia ended its warm-up and returned to the locker room.
Of course, on the way back to the locker room, the visiting team must enjoy the boos.
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The boos from the Bernabeu Stadium, which accommodated nearly 80,000 home team fans, were astonishing.
After returning to the locker room, I found that coach Ranieri had not come yet, so the players were doing their own things.
Some were listening to music, some were doing their hair, and some were even shaving and tidying up before going out.
Final image.
Aiello had nothing to do, so he stood up, walked to the door of the locker room, and listened to the uniform singing coming from the Bernabeu stands to cheer for Madrid.
Come on, Madrid, wait for me to blow you up later.
The clenched fist made a clear sound again, as if the silent Bernabeu appeared in front of you.
About five minutes later, Ranieri and Benetti belatedly arrived at the visiting team's locker room.
After entering, they closed the door to the locker room, temporarily blocking out the sound from the Bernabeu Stadium.
They had to lament the financial resources of Real Madrid.
Strong, sound insulation facilities are really good After seeing the head coach and assistant coach arriving, the players stopped what they were doing and quickly gathered around.
Benetti quickly picked up the tactical board, pulled out the pen holder, and used a red pen to write the jersey numbers of the starting lineup on the tactical board.
Goalkeeper: Santiago Canizares Defenders: Favio Aurelio, Roberto Ayala, David Navarro, Curro Torres Midfielder: David Albelda, Ruben Baraja, Carlos Marchena, Stefano Fiore Forwards: Mista Ferrer, Mohamed Sissoko Although it was expected, when he heard that his name was not there, he couldn't help but shake his head, which made him a little disappointed.
And Ranieri talked about the tactics that would be used in the game later.
When the tactics were almost explained, he did the last job before the game to cheer up the players.
dong dong dong "Sir, it's almost time."
The fourth assistant referee of the game knocked on the door of the visiting team's locker room, reminding him that the game time was about to come.
Just when the referee of the game came over to remind him that the game would start in fifteen minutes, Ai Luo suddenly thought that this game would be broadcast live in China later, so Ai Luo began to pray: Almighty Lord, you must let me appear on stage: