Chapter Ninety-Seven: Epilogue
"Man City won! ”
"Manchester City's first ever Champions League title!"
"Roberto Mancini and Manchester City are the biggest winners in football this year because they won the leaf!"
"Oh my God, I can't believe that Real Madrid lost to Manchester City's new style of play"
By the time the referee's final whistle blew, the City fans were in a complete frenzy, waving flags and humming all the City anthems over and over again, while outside Wembley Stadium, more City fans gathered together. (Marshmallow)
The whole of Manchester City has been completely transformed into a city that never sleeps, and everyone has walked out of their homes to start their city-wide celebration with the blue jersey that marks Manchester City.
The reporters stationed in Manchester had already started early, following the Manchester City fans into the streets and then using their cameras to record the historic scene of Manchester City.
It's just that while they are walking and interviewing, many people have begun to discover one of the details, that is, basically every Manchester City fan is holding a small flag in their hands.
"Hello, sir, don't mind if I ask you what the flag means."
"Oh? You say this? ”
"Yes"
"Well, you have to look at this" After speaking, the interviewed fan turned over the other side of the flag, and a huge No. 30 was immediately presented in front of the reporter.
"Sorry sir, this is ...... Maybe I don't understand."
“…… Please, are you a sports journalist? 30, 30 don't understand? ”
The reporter's head bowed even more.
"Ye Xin, Ye, do you know?"
"Know, know"
"It doesn't seem too stupid," the City fan smiled dismissively, but he continued. [Marshmallow updates quickly, the website page is refreshing, there are few ads, no pop-ups, I like this kind of website the most, be sure to praise]
"You look around and see that everybody's jersey isn't there, each of us has a different number on the front of the jersey, that's a player that represents our personal favorite, but everybody's flag has only one number, and that's number 30."
"And today, the glory of the whole of Manchester City belongs to him"
……
And not only Manchester City, far away on the other side of the world, China, the atmosphere of celebration is not inferior to Manchester City, every city in China has people shouting, although it is still in the middle of the night before the sunrise everyone should be asleep, but there are many sleepless people.
Ma Qingguo picked up a cigarette in the cigarette case in a daze, but did not light it for a long time.
He thought a lot in his mind, from the third place in the Asian Cup in '76 to the runner-up in '84, from the Olympic Games in '87 to the World Cup in '02, but in addition to these flashes, the rest of Ma Qingguo's memory is almost dark days.
Endless fiascos and outs.
Alas, Ma Qingguo let out a long sigh.
But suddenly, he suddenly laughed.
Finally, he lit the cigarette that he had been holding in his hand for an unknown amount of time and took a comfortable puff.
……
Outside the field is carnival, how can it be quiet inside the field, Manchester City's players have long broken free of all the shackles on their bodies, under the leadership of Tevez and Dzeko, they ignored any objections from Ye Xin, directly lifted him, and then more than a dozen people carried him around the court.
"Glory to you, Leaf"
"Glory to you!"
"Ye, your glory!"
The firm words alleviated Ye Xin's initial discomfort a lot, he didn't really need this feeling of being picked up, but when his Manchester City teammates said this sentence one by one, Ye Xin finally chose to lie down quietly.
As his teammates lifted him, he stared blankly at the streamers falling in the sky.
Is the glory mine?
It feels so good.
……
Whew, my head hurts.
Ye Xin patted his cheek and sat up from the bed, he couldn't remember how much he drank last night, even though he drank an amazing amount, but he was still drunk in that carnival atmosphere, and finally realized the legendary word - fragment.
But he can still remember what should be remembered, after all, a large number of people have begun to lose consciousness long before he breaks it.
Tevez and Dzeko, who are throwing up a mess on their shoulders and backs.
Joe Hart, who took the initiative to drink himself and drank cup after cup, although he poured faster than anyone else after drinking.
And then there was the howling and crying Mancini.
And then I don't remember.
Ye Xin shook his head again, and then slowly climbed off the bed, but the faint noise outside the room still made him sober up a little.
"Ye, it's time for us to go, I'm sorry to bother you for so many days" Juan Carlos saw Ye Xin walk out and immediately greeted him.
"Oh, it's okay, it's okay, uh, are you leaving today?"
"Well, the Champions League is over, and we should withdraw according to the agreement, and congratulations"
"Thank you," Ye Xin and Juan Carlos shook hands and nodded.
"Ye, you're the best goalkeeper I've ever seen, there's no one" Luis Garcia also walked over.
"Thank you"
At this time, Connie Pacheco finally came over, but she was not like Juan, she just silently took out her notebook and put it in Ye Xin's hand.
"Your Chinese food recipe tastes good, but it may not be the best nutritional pairing, I have changed some Chinese recipes in combination with your taste, and the nutrition and taste can be retained"
"Forehead......" Ye Xin looked at the notebook in his hand that he once hated so much, and he didn't know what to say for a while.
But Connie Pacheco didn't wait for Ye Xin to speak, she said again: "Your daily itinerary and records are in it, from the first day I came here, well, well, there are still ...... in it"
At this point, Connie Pacheco suddenly bit her silver teeth hard.
"There's also my diary in there, and I hope ...... Can you take a good look at it."
Connie Pacheco immediately left the living room and returned to her room, banging at no idea what she was packing.
It's just that Connie Pacheco's strange performance made the three of them look at each other, and finally Luis Garcia broke the silence.
"Ye, Connie is a little willful, but I hope you can understand, she has been a Barcelona fan since she was a child, just like me"
"Well, it's okay, I'm not angry"
"Okay, it's not early, we should go too, you can leave here tomorrow and go back to your apartment, it's nice to meet you"
"Me too"
After saying that, Juan Carlos and Luis Garcia picked up their suitcases and walked towards the door, and Connie Pacheco immediately walked out with a mess, Ye Xin stepped forward to help her pick up some items, and then several people walked to the door together.
"Ye, there's your surprise outside the door" Juan Carlos, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped, and then gave way to Ye Xin, and Luis Garcia also took down what Ye Xin was helping to hold.
"Really?" Looking at the encouraging eyes of several people, Ye Xin slowly walked towards the door.
And the moment he opened the door, a cheer suddenly resounded over Manchester City. (To be continued)
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