Chapter Seventy-Three: Extraneous Moves

On the eve of the final, not only are the two clubs nervous, but the fans are also quite restless.

When Vitesse arrived in Rotterdam, he settled in a five-star hotel in Feyenoord, just a few kilometres from the stadium, taking into account the needs of the team's training.

However, as soon as the day arrived, the home fans showed their "enthusiasm".

As a century-old family, Feyenoord has a group of die-hard loyalists in the city, nicknamed the "Ancient Roman Legion". As you can tell from the name, this is a rather difficult group to mess with. As soon as Vites' bus stopped in front of the hotel, the men crowded around. It can be seen that they are all in their twenties, their hair is dyed red, yellow and green in various colors, they are wearing Feyenoord jerseys, and they are holding long swords similar to ancient Roman knights.

Wen Zhihao glanced at such a scene and didn't want to look at it anymore. He does not deny that every country will have low-quality fans. But can you still call a fan like this? Even the notorious football hooligans are a grade above the monsters in front of them.

At the same time, Wen Zhihao also has a little contempt for Feyenoord. Is it still one of the top three in the Eredivisie, a century-old club, and the die-hard team below is this bird?

Phew!

But the group of madmen in front of them didn't care so much, they spread out and went about their "business", and some even threw stones at Vites' bus, surrounded Vites' players at the entrance of the hotel, and mouthed all kinds of trash talk.

"Hahaha, cubs, go back to your mother's belly and drink milk."

"You still want to go against our big Feyenoord, these rookies are crazy!"

“Come on,baby!”

The scene was chaotic for a while, and even though the hotel had already prepared for a large number of security personnel to protect the away players, it still seemed lonely in front of hundreds of fanatics.

"Hey, look, there are three yellow-skinned monkeys!" I don't know who roared in the chaos, making the crowd that was already ready to leave restless again.

In some European and American countries, there has always been more or less discrimination against Asians and yellow people. Especially on the highly confrontational football field, this kind of sentiment is extremely easy to inflame. As long as it is a player on the opponent's side, it will often attract all kinds of interference and provocation from the team's diehards.

The "yellow-skinned monkey" in that mouth is, of course, Wen Zhihao, Zhang Yuning and Ota Hongsuke. When the three young people heard such humiliation, they wanted to do it on the spot, but fortunately, the surrounding team staff came up to stop it, and they dragged the three of them into the lobby, but Wen Zhihao still turned around angrily and gave a middle finger.

The group of fanatics was even more vigorous, whistling and screaming: "Whew! Little yellow-skinned monkey, don't be cowardly! Come, come out! There's a kind of come out and do a fight! ”

"Hey, the yellow-skinned monkey will fight! Come on, ho-ho-ho! Uncle has bananas here, come and nibble on them, monkeys...... Ha ha! Someone deliberately picked up half a banana on the ground and shouted at Wen Zhihao and the others.

"It's too bullying! If they hadn't pulled me just now, I'd have to rush up and fuck him! In the room, Wen Zhihao was still indignant about what had just happened.

Although his mind is far more mature than his peers, after all, he is only a teenager, how can he not be bloody, let alone have never been humiliated by someone pointing at his nose like this.

He still remembers that on his first day in the Inter Academy, he almost didn't contract with Jin Guangxiang because of a few words.

"Forget it, Wen, these are the things we have to face, and all we can do is beat them in the game to keep them gag."

After all, Kosuke Ota is a few years older and has stronger psychological endurance.

Wen Zhihao half-jokingly replied: "Hmph, Ota, you are really good-tempered!" Those guys' words can also include you, and you can calm down. Are you Japanese people so good at talking? ”

……

In the evening, Wen Zhihao realized that everything in the afternoon was just an appetizer for his opponent.

First, the venue provider refused to provide Vitesse with a venue for acclimatization training on the grounds of routine maintenance and echelon training for all ages. In the middle of the night, in the afternoon, the group of people killed back to the horses, and on the street opposite the hotel, all kinds of rock music were played on a huge stereo, and combined with the wolf's howl, which seriously affected the normal rest of the Vitesse team.

In the last practice before the game the next morning, Fraser clearly felt the fatigue of the team, especially Wen Zhihao, who was very intense and had not been fully adjusted.

Fraser did not blame the players. He shortened the original one-and-a-half-hour training to half an hour, and then ordered all the players to go back to the hotel to catch up on sleep.

At the 3 p.m. press conference, Fraser did not bring any players, but attended alone, which was considered unusual by the reporters present. Fraser looked at the media present and said in a deep voice: "You should see, there are no players around me. Want to know what they're doing? I tell you, they're sleeping! ”

The reporters in the audience were in an uproar. In particular, the local media in Rotterdam have a very bad face. They see this as a great disrespect to the team.

Nima, there are less than five hours left in the game, and everyone is in bed! It's just a matter of sleeping, what do you mean when you say it, are we so weak in your eyes?

A female reporter turned at Fraser with anger on her face: "Don't you think that your words and deeds lack enough respect for your opponents?" Feyenoord are currently third in the league! ”

Fraser looked at the journalist like a monster, with obvious anger in his tone: "Respect? This reporter's miss, you actually give me respect? So may I ask you, my team has been besieged by hooligans from the moment we arrived, unreasonably obstructing our normal training, and disturbing the sleep of the players with loud noises late at night. You and I want respect, so who will give my team members basic respect? ”

Frasser's words undoubtedly broke the news, and the reporters kept pressing the shutter, and the reporter who asked the question changed his face for a while, but he couldn't say a word, and sat back in his seat with an extremely ugly face.

Regardless of how excited and gossip everyone present, Fraser suddenly raised his voice and angrily rebuked: "I am very angry about what happened to my team, and I protest against Feyenoord's desecration of the spirit of fair play!" The opponent's actions can only bring shame to the much-anticipated final. No matter what kind of off-the-board moves the opponent uses, football only relies on the performance on the field! See you in the competition! ”

After saying that, Fraser slammed the table and left the scene with a face full of anger.

There was a commotion among the reporters present, and excitement was written on everyone's faces. They also saw that this was not an interview at all, it was going to make trouble!

As a journalist, the last thing you are afraid of or even excited about is that someone is causing trouble.

Major media outlets have launched expedited channels. An hour after the launch, news of Vitesse's off-market offer was available on all the internet, TV and print in the Netherlands.

Everyone felt that Feyenoord's approach had aroused Vitesse's desire to fight, but the crowd of fans was excited.

Before the game, there were already such contradictions, and the smell of gunpowder on the field was still less?