On the square, people come and go, and it is noisy.

The people of the small town, with excited and expectant looks on their faces, either wore yellow home jerseys, or carried flags and portraits, and slowly walked towards the Love Song Stadium in the distance.

Fan Bizhuang in the corner looked at the surging crowd, but his face was expressionless, and there was even a trace of anxiety and suspicion between his eyebrows. He looked up at the wall clock standing in the middle of the square in the distance, and the hour hand was almost six o'clock.

The game was to start at 7:30 p.m., and at this time, the fans were already preparing to enter, but the person he was waiting for had not yet come, which seemed somewhat abnormal.

If it had been this time in the past, Pablo and Little Luna would have arrived a long time ago.

There were doubts in his heart, but Fan Bizhuang didn't think much about it, after all, on the day of the competition, traffic jams on the road occurred from time to time.

"This Pabo, I don't know if I left Barcelona earlier, it's a bit of a problem at this time."

There was still more than an hour before the start of the game, but Fan Bizhuang couldn't stay here longer, he had to join up with the team, and he had to go to the field to warm up, he couldn't stay outside all the time.

When the needle was about to point to 6:30, the familiar figure had not yet appeared, Fan Bizhuang could only shake his head and sigh helplessly, and then turned around.

"Forget it, let's go back to the stadium first, and ask the staff at the stadium to help you later, wait here for a while."

Fan Bizhuang slipped back to the court and was confronted by Mr. Reuben, who was looking for him.

"Fan!"

"You stinky boy, where did you go? Sir has been looking for you, and I'm angry at this moment. ”

"The game is about to start, and the gentleman is ready to make another explanation of the money on the spot, but the core of the team is missing. Are you trying to get yourself in some trouble? ”

Mr. Ruben grabbed Fan Bizhuang, who lowered the brim of his hat and was walking quickly, and reprimanded him unceremoniously, and when he stopped, he saw Fan Bizhuang's hippie smile.

"......" the corners of Mr. Reuben's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he rolled his eyes and said, "I really can't do anything about you, go ahead, don't hang out anymore." ”

"Yes, Mr. Reuben."

Fan Bizhuang nodded, but stood still and did not move.

"What, is there anything else?" Mr. Ruben asked curiously.

"I have two friends who want to come to watch my game, but ......" Fan Bizhuang raised his wrist and shook his head, "They haven't come yet, I don't have much time, I can't be outside all the time, so ......"

"You're trying to make me ......?"

Mr. Ruben was about to refuse, he was the team's assistant coach, and there were a lot of things to do near the start of the game, where was there time to help Fan Bizhuang pick up friends.

But before he could finish speaking, Fan Bizhuang had already stuffed him with the things he took out of his pocket.

"You've seen them, Mr. Reuben, that cute little fan, little Luna, and his father, Pablo...... Well, here's my phone, and the tickets, and they'll call you when they arrive, and you give them the stuff...... Ha, excuse me, Mr. Reuben. ”

After speaking, Fan Bizhuang didn't wait for the other party to respond, and ran away.

“……”

Looking at Fan Bizhuang's disappeared figure, Mr. Reuben, who opened his mouth wide and was full of astonishment, shook his head with a wry smile, "This stinky boy!" Yes, I can't refuse if I want to, so I can only run errands for him. ”

Mr. Ruben turned around, took Fan Bizhuang's mobile phone and two tickets, and slowly walked towards the outside of the court.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

It's a quarter past seven, and the Love Song Stadium is already full.

As soon as Fan Bizhuang, wearing jerseys and shoes, and his teammates stepped on the green turf, the stands erupted in cheers like a tsunami, and the whole stadium was plunged into a scorching atmosphere.

"This will be Villarreal's first step towards making new history!"

"At the same time, it could well be a night for Van to make Champions League history!"

"It is an honor for us to be witnesses to the dawn of a new era! Yes, an era that belongs to Fan! ”

Arces's passionate shouts and screams from the commentators' seats, his voice being heard through the live radio to every corner of the stadium, made the home fans even more excited and excited, and the cheers and roars went up a new level.

The home atmosphere at Love Song Stadium has always been very lively, and the biggest hobby, or habit, of the town's fans is to come here every weekend to cheer on their beloved team.

The same is true today.

However, what is somewhat different from the past is that looking at the stands on all sides, there are posters and portraits of Fan Bizhuang floating everywhere, as well as countless various slogans.

In addition to this, there were also a large number of fans, wearing white T-shirts with a few lines of handwriting clearly written on them.

"This is a legend that belongs to Fan!"

"This is a myth that belongs to Fan!"

"14 - this will be a beginning, not an end!"

In the last Champions League game, not many people remembered the single-season goal record in the Champions League that had been sealed for decades, but at the moment, everything is different.

That dusty history could be broken at any time!

And the person who broke the record was Villarreal's player, their hero - Fan Bizhuang!

In the last Champions League game, little Luna's white T-shirt can be said to be out of the limelight, and now, submarine fans will not let a little girl be beautiful, they also wear white T-shirts, they also want to use this gesture to pay tribute to a new legend that is about to be born!

On the court, Fan Bizhuang was doing pre-game warm-up activities with his teammates as usual, but every time he touched the ball and every time he ran, it would cause bursts of crazy exclamations from the fans.

And every time he stopped and waved to the stands, it caused the fans to scream.

"Today's love song stadium is a little different from the past, this atmosphere is really ...... It's crazy! I swear I've been here for five years and I've never felt such a crazy atmosphere! ”

"Ha, of course, today is the first step in history!"

"Of course, there is also Fan, and today will be a night for him to make history!"

"That's right! Fan, you're the absolute protagonist tonight! Ha, the limelight is about to be stolen by you alone! What a envy! ”

"Envy, jealousy, hatred! I propose that after tonight's victory, Fan must be hemorrhaged once, and we should go to the bar and celebrate! ”

"Agreed!"

"Hahaha!"

The teammates teased each other with a relaxed look, and Fan Bizhuang smiled slightly, but his eyes were constantly patrolling towards the north stand.

White T-shirts can be seen everywhere in the north stands, and finding a familiar figure in so many "whites" is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Fan Bizhuang wisely gave up this seemingly silly move, but there was not much disappointment, although he couldn't see it, but he knew that little Luna might be sitting in some small corner that was not noticeable, holding her little pink fist and cheering and screaming for him excitedly.

Fan Bizhuang raised his right hand and touched his chest, and under the yellow jersey was the white T-shirt that Little Luna had given him. In the second leg against Arsenal, he scored his thirteenth Champions League goal of the season, and today, in the presence of this white T-shirt, he is full of confidence that his fourteenth goal will be born at his feet tonight!

"You give me gifts and blessings, and I will give you gifts too."

"On the night of the birth of history, scoring goals is a gift for you, my little Luna!"

The corners of Fan Bizhuang's mouth were filled with a faint smile, and he suddenly turned around, raised his arms, vibrated his fists, and shouted loudly: "Victory!" ”

The teammates were stunned for a moment, although they didn't know what kind of madness Fan Bizhuang suddenly smoked, but seeing the excited and resolute look on the other party's face, such emotions also infected them.

"Victory!"

"Victory!!"

"Victory—"

……

"What's going on on the other side? Suddenly going crazy? ”

"Looks like they're very imposing! I'm so confident! ”

"Is this trying to give us a bad fight, to scare us? Is...... Immature! ”

"I think we need to raise our throats too, otherwise others will think that we are afraid of them!"

The sudden shouting of the Villarreal players on the side of the field attracted the attention of the Manchester United players, and everyone looked over in surprise, confusion or disdain, and some people pointed and whispered while pointing.

Cristiano. Ronaldo also noticed the situation over there, but only glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and then slammed the ball into the goal.

"Don't look at it! Concentrate on warming up! ”

C. Ronaldo dropped this sentence and turned around.

It's just that in my heart, I scoffed: "Full of confidence? Full of momentum? Hmph, no one can steal our victory, this game, you are doomed to lose! If you want to win, I'm not allowed to do it! ”

……

"Coming back? Did you give it to the little girl? ”

When Mr. Ruben walked to the sidelines, Manuel Pellegrini nodded at him and asked him in passing.

Van Bizhuang has already told the manager that Mr. Ruben is doing him a small favor, so Pellegrini has no blame for the assistant's "belated".

"Nope. I've been waiting outside the pitch until now, no one has come, and the phone hasn't rang. Mr. Ruben also had doubts on his face, and then said with relief, "Maybe there is a traffic jam on the road, maybe it will come a little later." But it didn't matter, I had a staff member wait outside, and if they came, the tickets would be handed over to little Luna. ”

"Yes." Pellegrini smiled, "That little girl is Fan's first fan, and it means a lot to him. Ha, this kid is really quite affectionate. ”

Mr. Ruben nodded, and smiled.