Foggia, the Little Devil Bar, the base of the Little Devil Legion.

Fat Cagelow, the leader of the Legion of Little Devils, a die-hard fan group of Foggia, was gulping beer into his mouth without saying a word.

Around him, the old guys were silent, even if someone spoke, it was quiet, and the atmosphere of the whole bar was very depressing.

Just a day earlier, at the end of the penultimate round of the 2013/2014 Italian Serie B season, Foggia suffered a 5-0 defeat at the feet of leaders Palermo, missing out on the relegation play-offs and relegating early.

Last season, Foggia was only relegated in the final round of the league, and this season finally did not escape the fate of relegation back to the Italian third division.

……

"If Jiang is still in the team, are we already playing in Serie A now?" Fat Pete said suddenly.

Everyone was stunned, they were very familiar with this name, of course they would not forget, this is their Foggia star, the same star as Signoli and Di Biagio back then, no, even better than them.

They don't watch the Bundesliga games, but Dortmund's Champions League games, they often go to watch them, and see the Chinese young man who almost single-handedly led Foggia from the relegation zone of the Italian third division back to the Serie B league, and killed all sides on the highest level stage in Europe, they are proud of it, that is their star from Foggia.

When they talk about Jiang Chenxi, they will also be full of emotion, you must know that back then, Jiang Ke was taken in by Foggia without a ball, who would have thought that in three years, this Chinese young man has gone from the Italian C League to the Bundesliga giants, to the Champions League, and won the Champions League Golden Boot last season and the Bundesliga Golden Boot this season.

"Stop dreaming, Pete." Juanito said, "A genius like Jiang is not something that we Foggia can keep. ”

"I know, I know." Pete took a sip of his beer and said, "I just think about it, think about it, how beautiful it is." ”

Everyone stopped talking, and some people were also thinking, yes, if Jiang was still in Foggia, they might have been playing in Serie A now, no, they must have been promoted back to Serie A, not like now, after two seasons in Serie B, and finally returned to the abyss of the third league.

……

"You say, Borussia Dortmund or Atletico Madrid, who can win the European championship?" Fat Pete asked.

"Dortmund for sure!"

"That's right!"

"It's Dortmund!"

Everyone said that of course they were not Dortmund fans, and they chose to support Dortmund only because there was a player there who was their own!

The bald head Carchilo muttered impatiently, "What's the noise, the Germans and Spaniards are fighting, what's the matter with us." ”

"Boss, don't think we don't know, you still secretly bought Dortmund jerseys." Fat Pete said, and then was glanced at by Cachiro, not daring to say anything.

"Don't tarnish people's innocence out of thin air." Cachiro said annoyedly.

The crowd burst out laughing.

At the moment of the team's relegation, Jiang Chenxi is now the only one who can bring them joy.

……

Just then, someone pushed open the door of the bar, it was a postman.

"Kachilo, your mail is from Germany." Postman Fisola shouted.

"Boss, when did you do business with Germany?" Fat Pete shouted.

"Shut up." Cagelow signed for the email, scolded Pete, and was surprised that he had no friends in Germany.

Tearing open the mail, Cachiro shook it, and a piece of letterhead and a ticket fell out of it.

Cachilo picked up the ticket, his eyes widening and stunned.

"What, I'll see." Pete snatched the ticket and glanced at it, his drunken eyes widened suddenly, "God, this is the ticket to the final between Dortmund and Atletico Madrid." ”

When a group of guys heard this, they were shocked and gathered around to take a look.

……

"It can't be fake."

"yes, the newspaper said that the tickets for the finals had been sold out for a long time."

"I watched the news and the cheapest ticket of 80 euros is now sold online for 998 euros."

"It's true." Cachiro said.

"Ah, boss, you are dishonest, you just said that you were not interested, and you actually bought a ticket." Fat Pete shouted, in fact, the tickets for the final were mainly bought by Dortmund fans and Madrid fans, and it was difficult for neutral fans to buy them.

"It was sent by Jiang." Cachiro said calmly, slowly picking up his glass and taking a sip, the wheat yellow wine just covered the smile on his lips.

"What?" Fat Pete snatched the letterhead that Cagelow had placed on the table:

“…… To my friend Cagelo...... I also learned about the team's situation through the Internet, and sincerely wish Jia a successful relegation...... Greetings to all my friends for me......"

……

When everyone saw this short letter, they were silent for a while, obviously when Jiang Chenxi sent this letter, he was still wishing the team to relegation, and now that the email has arrived, the team has been relegated in advance.

However, thinking that Jiang Chenxi was still concerned about Foggia and them, everyone's hearts were also warm.

After Signoli and Di Biagio left, although it cannot be said that they forgot all about their hometown team when they turned around, they did not write back, let alone send tickets back.

"See, Jiang greets me." Fat Pete shouted, and then he looked flattering, "Boss, didn't you say you weren't interested in this game?" Give me the tickets. ”

Jiang Chenxi sent a printed version of the electronic ticket, which needs to be registered on the Internet, re-enter personal information to confirm, and then print it out before it can be used, and it can also be used with an electronic code and password. So, Fat Pete immediately got the idea of this ticket to the finals.

……

"I don't want to go." Cachilo snatched the ticket, took the letterhead back, folded it carefully and put it in the envelope, "However, Jiang personally invited, I naturally want to give him face." ”

"Boss, don't be reluctant." Fat Pete shouted.

"Get out!" The bald head Cagelow roared, staring at Pete, "This is an invitation to the little devil boss, you are a fart." ”

"I can be the boss too." Pete shouted eagerly.

The bar fell silent in an instant.

……

Piccolò. Devero training base.

The office on the second floor of the training base, the office of the head coach of the team.

Foggia head coach Walter. Bonacia looked out the window at the training ground and let out a long sigh.

Two seasons ago, the team was promoted back to Serie B, and after two seasons of struggle, they finally returned to the Italian third division.

The team was relegated ahead of schedule after yesterday's heavy defeat at the feet of Palermo. He also received a notice from the club's manager, Pavoni, that he would be sacked after the next round of matches, that is, at the end of the season.

……

In the year when the team was just promoted to the second division, despite Jiang Chenxi, Bonazia still has confidence in the team, and he believes that at least the team is still possible in the middle of the Serie B league.

However, the cruelty of reality gave him two slaps in the face, and in the final round of last season, he was finally relegated by virtue of goal difference......

He is also leaving the position of head coach of the Foggia team.

Bonacia pulled open a drawer, and in the drawer lay a piece of paper for a ticket, and a piece of letterhead.

There was a half-silence.

Bonacia picked up his phone and called, "Hello, I want to book a ticket to Lisbon on the 23rd......"

Hanging up the phone, Bonacia's mood suddenly improved a lot.

He closed his eyes, full of scenes of the young Chinese boy celebrating his goal two seasons ago, and he still remembered that the kid pounced on him after scoring the crucial goal for promotion, hugged him hard, and remembered the cheers of the whole stadium, the cheers of the whole city......

That summer, that young face, no one can forget.

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