It's a very ordinary, but not so ordinary, T-shirt.

It's called ordinary because there really is nothing surprising about this white dress, ordinary fabrics, ordinary styles, and many cheap and inferior T-shirts sold in many small shops on the street.

If it's different, it's that it has his head on it, but it's not surprising, I think Pablo helped little Luna find someone to print it.

And to say that it is not ordinary, because the T-shirt has a line written on it with a red stamp - this is a record that belongs to Fan, this is a myth that belongs to Fan!

And after this line of words, there is a big number - 14!

"It's ......"

Fan Bizhuang was a little puzzled for a while.

Little Luna smiled and said, "Ha, do you see the number '14'?" Hehe, Brother Fan, if I'm not mistaken, you've scored 12 goals in the Champions League this season, and you're not far from 14 goals, right? ”

"14 goals?"

Fan Bizhuang was slightly stunned, and then quickly reacted, and then his face was stunned at first, and then full of joy.

Little Luna didn't remind him, he really forgot about it. Now, he finally understands that little Luna is reminding him that he is about to equal a record in a Champions League competition.

Of course, it's not that Villarreal are on the verge of equalling their club's record for the best result in the Champions League, but a real record, one that belongs to the Champions League.

In the decades since the inception of the Champions League, numerous records have been set in this highest-level and highest-stage competition between European clubs, and one of the most notable is the most goals scored in a single season in the Champions League. The record is held by AC Milan's Brazilian striker Altafini, who scored 14 goals in the 1962-1963 Champions League and scored twice in the final to help AC Milan win the Big Ears Cup.

In other words, the current record for the most goals scored in a single season in the Champions League is Altafini's 14 goals.

This is a very terrifying record, in the following decades, the world football has given birth to countless superstars, countless talented goalscorers, but their tireless pursuit and hard work, but has never been able to break this record, 14 goals in a single season, like a monument, standing quietly there, admired by countless younger players, but also waiting for future generations to break.

This season, the in-form Van Bizhuang has scored 12 goals in the Champions League, which is very close to Altafini's record, and the hope of breaking this record is endless.

The most important thing is that the 14-goal record created by Altafini is throughout the entire Champions League season that year, from the group stage to the final final, a total of 13 games, Altafini has not lost a single game, and Van Bizhuang, Villarreal has played a total of nine games, nine Champions League games, and has scored 12 goals, which is an efficiency that has thrown Altafini to Java.

With the efficiency of this crazy goal, coupled with the upcoming game and the two semi-finals after Villarreal advanced to the last four of the Champions League, it is not too difficult for Fan Bizhuang to score two more goals in these three games.

So tying the Champions League single-season goal record of 14 goals is almost a sure thing.

In this regard, Xiao Luna, Fan Bizhuang's most hardcore and loyal fan, is naturally full of confidence.

Of course, the line she wrote on the T-shirt is not just expected that her idol will only tie the record, "This is a record that belongs to Fan, this is a myth that belongs to Fan!" Obviously, what Xiao Luna is looking forward to is that Fan Bizhuang can break this record in one fell swoop, so as to surpass, and then truly stand at the top and stand out from the crowd!

"I forgot about it myself, you little ......"

Fan Bizhuang's eyes were full of emotion, and he squatted down again and hugged little Luna into his arms.

"It's an honor to have a fan like you, my little Luna."

"It's also my honor to have an idol like you, my brother Fan."

Xiao Luna smiled and pinched Fan Bizhuang's cheek, gave him a "kiss of encouragement", and then put her T-shirt on her body: "I will wear this dress to cheer for Brother Fan, so, Brother Fan, you must come on, you have to write your own myth!" ”

"Hmm. Yes, I'll wear the gift that Little Luna gave me and make new history with it. I won't let you down, because ah, it's a gift from the best fans in the world and it gives me the strength to move forward! ”

Fan Bizhuang said solemnly, kissed the little girl lightly on the forehead, stood up, and waved goodbye to Pablo and little Luna.

The "baseball cap" quickly disappeared around the corner of the street, and Pablo had picked up his daughter and walked slowly towards the stadium ticket gate with the crowd.

"We're going to cheer for Fan! After 90 minutes, the next time we come here, we have to cheer for the Champions League semi-finals this season! ”

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At the Love Song Stadium, a dull sound suddenly sounded, and the "baseball cap" that was walking briskly with its head down collided with an oncoming figure.

The figure of the "baseball cap" shook slightly, and the other person who was hit was "kicking and kicking~" took two steps back, couldn't hold back, and sat down on the ground.

Fan Bizhuang picked up the T-shirt that accidentally fell to the ground due to the collision, held it tightly in his hand, and then raised his head, looked at the "victim" not far away, and took two steps forward to help him up.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't pay attention, I was distracted thinking about something just now, you're okay...... Right? It's you? ”

Fan Bizhuang said apologetically while reaching out to help, but after seeing the man in the suit in front of him, his expression was slightly stunned, and then a wry smile appeared on his face.

He really didn't expect that when he entered the stadium and was about to return to the dressing room, he ran into the manager of Arsenal, and by chance, knocked the opponent to the ground.

Wenger frowned and stood up with the help of the other party, and when he was about to say something, a surprised expression also appeared on his face, and then he shook his head and smiled softly: "It's you, Fan." You're reckless. ”

Obviously, Wenger did not expect to meet the opponent's core players here, and was also "plotted" by the opponent.

He shook his head, facing the Chinese player who left a deep impression on him in the last game, the slight anger in his heart disappeared in an instant, but his expression was full of ridicule and ridicule: "The game hasn't started yet, what, Fan, don't you and your team have confidence in this game?" So now you're going to plot against me so that I can't be there to direct the team? But...... Bingo, that's a great idea, think about it, Arsenal manager Arsina. Arsene Wenger was unable to direct from the sidelines due to inexplicable factors, and the Arsenal soldiers were unstable and distracted in the game, and Villarreal won the game easily......"

Fan Bizhuang heard the ridicule in the other party's words, but he looked at the other party in surprise, he didn't expect the Arsenal coach to be such a humorous person. He apologized again, explaining: "I did think something was going wrong just now, so I'm sorry, Mr. Arsène...... You're okay, right? ”

"Although I am an old man, my health is not bad enough to fall to the ground after being hit." Wenger waved his hand unconcernedly, patted the dust on his pants and said with a smile, "Of course I'm fine." But, Fan, have you encountered something, although this is in your stadium, it is not good to be reckless like this. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arsène, I'll pay attention next time." Fan Bizhuang once again sincerely apologized, and after making sure that Wenger was fine, he offered his farewell, "I apologize again, then, Mr. Arsène, I will go first, my teammates are still waiting for me." ”

"Go ahead."

Wenger nodded, Fan Bizhuang turned around and was about to leave, and suddenly, Wenger suddenly stopped Fan Bizhuang again.

"Wait, Fan."

"Anything else, Monsieur Arsène?"

"It's not a big deal, I just wanted to ask, have you thought about it...... Well, forget it, it's okay. ”

Wenger's expression moved slightly, and he met Fan Bizhuang unexpectedly, and when the two were alone, he had an urge to invite each other bluntly, but in the end, he still gave up. While he's interested in the youngster, it's clearly not the time to talk about those things. Let's wait until this game is over, or when the summer transfer window opens.

Until now, the proud Wenger still has a glimmer of hope in his heart, even if the final result of the knockout round is not so satisfactory to him, he still wants to show his "muscles", at least in this game, he hopes that his team can play beautifully, and in this way, he will "attract" this young man with unlimited potential.

"Come on, we'll see you in the game later."

Arsene Wenger waved his hand again.

Fan Bizhuang glanced at the other party suspiciously, nodded, and left quickly.

"What an attractive little guy! Oh, an unexpected encounter is a good opportunity, but it's a pity that ......"

Looking at Fan Bizhuang's back gradually moving away, Wenger shook his head, sighed to himself, turned around, and slowly left.

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"Fan, are you back?"

"I said little rookie, you suddenly slipped away without saying a word, Mr. was still looking for you just now, fortunately we helped you cover up, saying that you went to the toilet. But you've been on the toilet for a long time, it's been almost half an hour, you can't be cowardly, right? ”

"Look, our Fan will also have timid times! Oh oh, it seems that at the moment of equaling the club's European record, our fan is not exempt from vulgarity, and he will also be nervous and worried! ”

"Hah! It's such a good story, I almost believed it! Will Fan be scared and timid? No kidding, this guy is a monster! ”

Pushing open the door of the locker room, the teammates who were doing their own things suddenly turned their eyes over, and a group of people teased and joked with Fan Bizhuang, who had just returned.

Fan Bizhuang and his friends laughed and cursed, and then walked to their wardrobes.