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Watching his teammates gradually become full of fighting spirit, all of them clenched their fists, their eyes flashed with fierce light, and Ailuo's words kept coming to mind: Princely generals, would you rather have a kind?

Roar!

Roar!!

After a while, a deafening roar sounded from inside the bus, but no one in the car stopped it, but let out a good-natured smile.

After such a play, although he has not yet gone through the game, Iroh's image in the team has skyrocketed.

Ranieri turned his face sideways, smiled at Benetti and said, "I'll just say, old man—take Ai, that's right!" What a passion and fighting spirit! ”

Benetti also smiled, "yes, this kid said it so well!" The prince will have a kind of Xiangning!! Maybe we're going to have an upset tonight!! ”

"No, no, no, we're not unpopular!" Ranieri shook his head and closed his eyes. I began to think about how to deal with the reporters' tricky questions while waiting for the pre-match press conference.

Half an hour later, the bus came to the west gate of the Bernabeu Stadium and stopped, and before the Valencia players could get off the bus, the whole bus was surrounded by reporters and Valencia loyal fans who had arrived early.

Spears and cannons were aimed at Ranieri, who was the first to get out of the car, and Ranieri was used to seeing such big scenes, waving only to the fans in orange and yellow jerseys, ignoring the reporters.

Soon, the team's press officer turned to the reporters and said, "If you have any questions, can you wait for the pre-match press conference?" Now we are stepping on the game, please let go! ”

The reporters were very acquainted and got out of the way to the stadium.

Although the road was out of the way, the camera in his hand did not stop, and the "click" sound continued.

"Whew-"

At this moment, a white bus stopped in front of the Valencia bus, and the reporters cheered, hurriedly left the Valencia players in front of them, and hurriedly ran to the place where the bus stopped. Except, of course, that the local media in Valencia remained there.

Then, the bus door was opened, and one by one Real Madrid players walked down the bus with head coach Luxemberg. The entire Real Madrid lineup is star-studded, with Raul, Zidane, Figo, Beckham, Ronaldo, and Carlos murdering countless 'Filins', and reporters are even 'grudging' their parents for not giving them an extra hand.

"Oh - that's Ronaldo"

"Oh-Beckham is smiling at me!!"

"Don't be stupid! Beckham is smiling at me!! ”……

Iroh looked at the Qiē in front of him, and in his mind at this time, he was fantasizing that he would also have such a day, and his every move would murder countless 'films', causing a burst of cheers from the fans, and then with every wave of his hand, he could cause a tsunami-like vibration.

One day, I will be such a big star!

Iroh clenched his fists, looked at the so-called superstars, and muttered.

"Ai, I believe in you!! You're going to be one of those big stars one year! "Baraha is getting more and more fond of this little guy next to him,

"Captain—"

Ruben Baraha didn't say anything more, just smiled and patted Arlo on the shoulder.

Afterwards, the group of 28 people was divided into two groups, Ranieri took captain Baraja to the pre-match press conference, while the others were taken by Benetti to the Bernabeu Stadium for a stampede.

"Knock Knock"

"Who??" Since tomorrow is Sunday, eight-year-old Erin has not slept yet, although it is already twelve o'clock in the evening, after hearing the knock on the door, the old man with his head stretched out, instinctively asked.

"I'm your brother He, Xiao Lin" Then, He Wenxuan's voice came from outside the door.

After hearing that it was He Wenxuan, Erin happily put down the toy in her hand and ran to open the door. Ai's father, who was watching TV, looked at his lovely daughter and smiled, and quickly turned his face sideways to focus on TV.

After Erin opened the door, she shouted affectionately: "Brother He", and when she saw that there were still a few people behind He Wenxuan, she also shouted affectionately: "Brother Zhang, Brother Liu, Brother Li". After shouting, he jumped back to his toy.

Several people said in unison: "Xiao Lin is so good!" ”

"Why haven't you slept so late, Xiao Lin?" He Wenxuan asked while changing his shoes.

"I didn't go to sleep until I saw my brother on TV." Erin was milky, but firm, but soon her attention turned to the toy.

After changing their shoes, He Wenxuan and his entourage came to the living room, saw Ai's father, and shouted affectionately: "Uncle Ai, good evening!" Then put the fruit snacks I just bought downstairs on the coffee table.

"Really, every time I come, it's so expensive!" Ai's father looked at his son's four good friends, who were so polite every time, a little helpless, stood up and pointed to the sofa and stool in front of him, and motioned for everyone to sit casually.

Of course, in the end, these snacks were cheaper for little Irene.

"Where to break the bank, isn't it to be bored when you wait to watch the game and wait for Iro, haha." He Wenxuan didn't shy away from 'stepping on' Ailuo like this, anyway, Ai's father was used to it, because he knew that he was the most iron-clad with Ailuo, and Ai's father was also young.

After He Wenxuan put his things away, he sat on the sofa in the back, put his hands on both sides of the sofa, looked up and said to the other three friends: "You can sit casually, just be your own home." ”

The three of them were disdainful for a while, and secretly stretched out their middle fingers towards He Wenxuan, you really regard this as your own home.

He Wenxuan grinned, turned his face sideways to Ai's father and said, "Huh? What about Auntie?? ”

"Oh, she was a little sleepy and went to sleep first, and she told me to call her when the game started."

"Oh-"

He Wenxuan turned his head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, it was only half past twelve, and there was still an hour and a half to kick off, so he called the other three friends, walked to the table in the dining room, and played the landlord-

As the game approached and the fans entered, the north and south stands of the Bernabeu Stadium were gradually shrouded in white, while the east and west stands were hung with giant posters of Real Madrid's current six superstars, sliding like waves, very vivid. The orange-yellow of Valencia occupies only a small corner of the Bernabeu, like a stone falling into the sea, and suddenly disappears.

Shhhh

After seeing the Valencia players come out, the home fans immediately let out a shrill boo, so that the visiting players can fully feel the oppressive atmosphere that only the Bernabeu can have.

Iroh entered the Bernabeu Stadium with captain Baraja, but he was quickly stunned by what was happening in front of him, and the whole Bernabeu was like a huge stage, with bright stars, shining lights, and all kinds of cacophony sounds.

"Uh-shhh

"Fuck off Valencia—"

"Come and lick your uncle's big dick! Haha-"......

"Ai, leave them alone—" Barahar turned to see Iroh stay where he was, turned his head with a raised brow, patted Eloodi on the shoulder, and said in an encouraging tone.

"Yes!" Both hands are clenched in fists.

Maybe at this moment I am an insignificant little person, but I am convinced that I will make my efforts and I will make the whole Bernabeu silent because of me, definitely! The fists clenched again, and the joints twisted with a crisp sound.

Enrique Wien stood on the sidelines of the pitch, holding a high-resolution camera, watching Iello's movements and nodding, clearly pleased with the fact that the 18-year-old stood on the oppressive Bernabeu pitch.

'Click'

Iello runs to warm up, stretches, passes, shoots, in short, a qiē action, all by Enrique. Vane's camera recorded it.

Ai - Come on!

It's like David challenging Goliath!

Half an hour later, Valencia finished warming up and returned to the dressing room.

Of course, on the way back to the dressing room, the visitors had to enjoy the boos in place. The Bernabeu Stadium, which accommodates nearly 80,000 home fans, booed amazingly.

When I got back to the dressing room, I found that the manager Ranieri hadn't arrived yet, so the players were doing their own thing, some were listening to songs, some were doing their own hair, and some were even shaving their beards and tidying up their last image before they came out.

Iroh had nothing to do, so he stood up and walked to the door of the dressing room, listening to the neat singing "Come on!" coming from the Bernabeu stands. Madrid.

Go for it, Madrid! Wait a while for me to blow it up!! The fist made a crisp sound from the clenching again, as if it was the silent Bernabeu in front of him.

After about five minutes, Ranieri and Benetti belatedly arrived at the away team's dressing room, and closed the locker room door after entering, temporarily isolating the sound from the Bernabeu stadium.

After seeing the head coach and assistant coach coming, the players stopped what they were doing one after another and quickly surrounded them.

Benetti quickly picked up the tactical board, unplugged the pen holder that held the pen, and used a red pen to write the shirt number of the starting lineup on the tactical board.

Goalkeeper: Santiago Canizares

Defenders: Favio Aurelio, Roberto Ayala, David Navarro, Curro Torres

Midfielders: David Albelda, Ruben Baraja, Carlos Marchena, Stefano Fiore

Forwards: Mista Ferrer, Mohamed Sissoko

Although it was expected, he couldn't help but shake his head when he heard that there was no name of his own, which made him a little disappointed.

Ranieri, on the other hand, said that he would use the tactics to be used in the game later, and when the tactics were almost the same, he said that he would do the last thing before the game - cheer up the players!

Knock knock

"Sir, it's almost time!" The game's fourth assistant referee knocked on the door of the visitors' dressing room, reminding them that game time was approaching.

Just as the referee of the game came over to remind him that the game would be played in fifteen minutes, Elo suddenly thought that this game would be broadcast live in China later! So Iroh began to pray:

Almighty Lord, let me appear!