May 1, International Labor Day.

In Spain, on May Day, all the shops are closed, so the entire city of Madrid is empty, and hardly any shops are open.

According to the Spanish lifestyle, their main entertainment and activity on this day is to drink and chat.

But this year's May Day is obviously different from previous years, because this year's Madrid is full of a solemn atmosphere.

Many foreigners who came from nowhere, wearing red and white quiver jerseys that clearly did not belong to Real Madrid, roamed around the city of Madrid, shouting slogans to kill Real Madrid in droves, and even waving various flags in solidarity with their team.

If it weren't for the police officers who are still on duty on holidays at every intersection, as well as the deterrent effect brought by the police cars with flashing police lights next to the police, I believe that some Real Madrid fans will rush forward and teach this group of Dutchmen a hard lesson.

As night fell, fewer and fewer pedestrians walked into the Santiago Bernabeu stadium or went home, watching the TV and waiting for the upcoming live broadcast, but the police did not feel relaxed at all, on the contrary, they patrolled every road in the city and set up temporary sentry posts at every intersection.

The helicopter circled back and forth over the city, but did not come close to the Santiago Bernabeu because they feared it would affect the game being played in the stadium.

Around the Bernabeu Stadium, surrounded by three layers of police officers and three layers of police officers, all the fans who couldn't buy tickets were divided into two groups, Real Madrid fans and Ajax fans, each in a different city square, watching the live broadcast on a huge screen that the city government had already prepared.

The night was getting dark, the game had already begun, and the streets were so quiet that there were no mosquitoes.

"I really envy Garcia, their team can be on duty in the stadium!"

At a sentry post at an intersection south of the Bernabeu Stadium, a young police officer complains to his colleagues.

"I don't think they're going to be happy because they have to have their backs to the court!" The colleague said with a smile.

The police officers who enter the stadium must have their backs to the stadium and face the stands, which is indeed a kind of torture for many police officers, because they can hear the movement, but they can't watch the game live, and this kind of depression that can be seen but not eaten is also very torturous.

"We can hear even the sound faintly!" The young police officer looked at the brightly lit Bernabeu Stadium not far away, and sighed in his heart, "By the way, what is the origin of the Ajax manager who came tonight?" ”

"Chinese, 28 years old, very young." The older police officer pouted when he said this, "But it seems to have offended the uncrowned kings of our Maca newspaper, so ......" After speaking, Ha Luha laughed tacitly.

In their opinion, the criticism of Ye Qiu by the reporters of the Marca newspaper in the newspaper was more of a fun mood to watch the excitement, and they had long been accustomed to the tone of the newspaper and the media that they were afraid that the world would not be chaotic.

"Can you beat our Real Madrid?" The young officer asked.

When he said this, the older officer's expression immediately became solemn, "I don't know, I heard that this team is very troublesome. ”

At this moment, a rustling signal came from the walkie-talkie on the shoulder of the older police officer, "Lima intersection sentry, Lima intersection sentry, Odeya, report the situation, OVER!" ”

The older police officer immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and brought it to his lips, "Lima intersection sentry Odeya, everything is normal here." But he didn't say OVER, but after a pause, he asked into the intercom: "Please ask the headquarters at the Lima intersection sentry, what is the score now?" ”

"Lima intersection sentry, the score is still 0:0, OVER!" Instead of criticizing, they answered.

"The Lima junction sentry hears!" Odeya smiled, "Please notify immediately if there is news, OVER!" ”

The walkie-talkie was quickly turned off, and the young police officer opposite Odeya scolded his mother with a worried face.

"Judging by the time, it should be the second half, right?"

Odea nodded, "Damn the Dutch, it's so worrying!" ”

He believes that at this moment, the fans of Real Madrid in the whole Madrid, the whole of Spain, and even the whole world must be the same as him, very worried, and they can't wait to screw off the head of the Ajax player and the Chinese who took a very awkward name.

"We have so many stars, we should be able to win!" The young police officer hoped.

Odeya was keen to tell the young colleague that having more stars sometimes doesn't necessarily mean victory, but he couldn't, so he felt that what Real Madrid needed at this moment was the prayers of their fans, not suspicion.

"If you can't even see a figure on the street, the headquarters shouldn't let us work overtime, we should be allowed to go to the game." The young police officer was clearly unhappy with working overtime on holidays, but not because of the hard work, but because he couldn't see the game.

Every minute, every second, seems to be very slow, very slow.

At the silent Lima intersection, they could only see the same boring intersection opposite, but they were all worried about their teammates.

Two people in a group, two teams are responsible for an intersection, if it is those larger, more people at the intersection, the police force will be more, and like some fans gather in the big square, it is a large part of the police force, for fear that a fan riot will occur accidentally.

When the time jumped to 22:20, the game time should have been 80 minutes into the second half, but there was still no news.

The whole of Madrid seems to have turned into a pot of hot water about to boil, and countless emotions are brewing and waiting to erupt.

Is it happy? Still depressed? Is it a success? Or a failure?

Just when everyone was a little lonely and impatient, the whole city, up to the helicopter in the sky, down to the sentry on the ground, all the walkie-talkies sounded almost at the same time.

A hoarse cry came over the intercom.

"The ball went in !!!!!!!!!!!!"

"The great Zidane has scored, the world's best friend!"

When Odeya heard the news, he was stunned at first, and then he was hugged tightly by his colleague who was so excited that he got carried away.

The whole city of Madrid turned into a pot of boiling water, and the madness spread rapidly in the city.

All the Real Madrid fans were celebrating wildly, venting the excitement of the team's goal.

Zinedine Zidane, the French superstar who joined Real Madrid for the first day in the world, showed his superstar value in this crucial game, and scored a great world wave for Real Madrid in the 83rd minute!

The whole city chanted Zinedine Zidane's name, and in this moment, he was Madrid's hero of the city.

"Attention units, attention to all units, enter the highest level of alert, and again, immediately enter the highest level of alert!"

The latest order from headquarters came over the intercom, and it was clear that the game was coming to an end and the police needed to worry about fans from the away team.

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When the Swedish referee blew the whistle at the end of the game, Ye Qiu squatted on the grass of the away team's coach's box at the Bernabeu Stadium.

Holding his head, he didn't let anyone see his expression at this moment, but everyone could easily feel the unwillingness and grief emanating from the young manager.

In the two legs of the game, Ajax performed better, the first leg at the Arena Stadium, Ajax had the advantage, but in the end it was a 1:1 draw, and in the second leg, Ajax was the main opponent, from the beginning of the fierce attack, again and again to threaten Real Madrid's goal, but the young Casillas in front of the goal is like a god, high block and low reception, at least to resolve Ajax's 3 must-score opportunities.

Ajax players are more combative and more victorious, so even in the second half, when their physical fitness is not continuous, they still maintain strong combat effectiveness, and frequently attack the hinterland of Real Madrid, but Real Madrid, the overall rhythm is restrained by Ajax, they are very uncomfortable in this fast pace, as well as Ajax's strong pressure and pressing to play, they are proud and proud of the beautiful football can not play at all.

But Ajax eventually lost.

In the last period of the game, the Ajax players were not reconciled to 0:0, because this score meant that Ajax would be eliminated, so they attacked more fiercely, and Real Madrid's sharp counterattack, Elguera and Robert? After Carlos combined on the left, the Brazilian left-back used his speed to force a press past McCone and cross underneath.

Zidane is in the area of the big penalty area, not waiting for Robert? Carlos' cross landed, and he fired a half-sideways volley directly into the left corner of the goal, and Van der Sar couldn't reach it at all.

Ye Qiu's mind is blank now, he doesn't know if Lu Dao's shot is the same as Zidane's kick in the final against Bayer Leverkusen in his previous life, he only has one feeling now, he wants to kill!

No one can accept such a failure, because it is too cowardly.

Isn't it supposed to be fair in this world to let teams that perform better, work harder and harder win?

Why did you win for Real Madrid?

On the pitch, the young Ajax players all collapsed on the turf of the Bernabeu, unaware that this was the temple of football, and at this moment they were the focus of attention of fans all over the world, and they let their tears slide uncontrollably, and many of them simply lay on the grass and cried loudly.

Lost, they lost!

I fought hard for a year, worked hard for a year, but lost after reaching the worst!

"Don't do that!" Bobby? Harms' face was grim, he walked out of the away team's coach's seat, came to Ye Qiu's side, squatted down, and patted Ye Qiu's head gently, he could feel Ye Qiu's mood at this moment, very sad and unwilling, but also very helpless.

"Football is like that, someone wins and someone loses, and whether you lose or win, you should accept it calmly." Bobby? Harms said lightly, "It was once said that people who have not experienced failure will not know how to succeed!" ”

So ...... "Bobby?" Harms was also suddenly a little pathetic, and his voice was even a little choked, but he quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down, "...... So, you're on the threshold of success, you should be happy, and, look at your players, they need a manager who is strong and can lead them out of the shadow of injury and failure! ”

In the stands of the Bernabeu Stadium, Eliza was red-eyed, she rarely saw Ye Qiu like this, in her impression, Ye Qiu's image should always be full of confidence, and it can even be said that it is a bit excessive, and the only time it is like this is now, it should be a year ago, the moment when Ajax finally lost the league championship.

Failure, for a confident man, really hurts a lot.

Eliza suddenly sympathized with this man, maybe this was a little bit of a close and distant emotion, and a little bit of a woman's natural preference for protecting the motherhood of the weak, but she really felt that Ye Qiu was really pitiful!

But she also knows Ye Qiu very well, she doesn't feel that Ye Qiu needs someone to comfort and support, in her impression, Ye Qiu will always be able to overcome these difficulties by herself.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see Ye Qiu standing up from the ground.

The live TV camera obviously hoped to capture Ye Qiu's crying expression, but unfortunately, they were completely disappointed.

Even if they adjusted the focus very close, and depicted Ye Qiu's entire face on the camera in every detail, the only thing they could see was the red thread in Ye Qiu's eyes, but they couldn't see any traces of tears.

But those red, bloodshot eyes can make everyone easily feel the sadness and unwillingness, but at the same time, they can also feel a sense of strength.

I saw Ye Qiu walk into the court, pulling his players up from the ground one by one, not caring about their sweating, hugging them tightly, and constantly saying something in their ears, obviously encouraging them.

After calming his players, Ye Qiu walked to the home team's coach's bench, and in the process, he met Zidane, Figo, Raul and other Real Madrid superstars, and this group of stars gave Ye Qiu respect.

On the football field, respect is earned by strength.

Although Ye Qiu and his Ajax were eventually eliminated in this game, they earned respect.

"Congratulations, Mr. Bosque!" Ye Qiu chose to congratulate Bosque very graciously.

He has always been like this, he will talk about demeanor for those who are pleasing to the eye, and those who are not pleasing to the eye, get out of the way.

Bosque shook hands with Ye Qiu, but at this moment, he did not have the smile of a winner, but a flat face, which made Ye Qiu feel more comfortable, because no matter whether Bosque was happy or sad with Ye Qiu at this time, it would make Ye Qiu feel uncomfortable, especially the latter, which was very fake and hypocritical.

On the contrary, his face was indifferent, which made Ye Qiu feel comfortable.

"Your team is very strong, and I firmly believe that you will win sooner or later." Bosque said politely.

"Thank you!" Ye Qiu thanked him, but he didn't talk to Bosque much, turned around and left.

This is the Santiago Bernabeu Stadium, and it's also the stage for Real Madrid to celebrate as a winner, and as a loser, Ajax shouldn't be left here to bring shame on themselves, not just at the Bernabeu, but also in the city called Madrid.

But at the moment when he walked into the players' tunnel with the players, Ye Qiu stood at the entrance, turned around to look at the huge and spectacular Bernabeu Stadium, and secretly swore in his heart, "Sooner or later, I will definitely come back!" ”

In the post-match press conference, Ye Qiu surprisingly became the protagonist, obviously in the eyes of these media people, Ye Qiu and Ajax, who are tragic colors, are more news gimmicks, and Real Madrid's victory is a bit of a matter of course.

But Ye Qiu did not be as angry as everyone guessed, or impulsively confronted the reporters, the last time he competed with Spanish reporters at the Arena Stadium, it was more to boost the morale and fighting spirit of the players, and now there is no need for this.

"Real Madrid are even better, they are a very good team, they have a group of superstars who are outstanding and can decide the outcome of the game in an instant, I think they have a very good chance of having the best laugh in this year's Champions League, I wish Mr. Bosque and his Real Madrid!"

The day before this match, the other semi-final was finally decided, Leverkusen successfully advanced to the final and became Real Madrid's opponent in the final, and Leverkusen is also very hopeful of winning the treble this season, everything seems to return to Ye Qiu's previous life.

As the winner, Bosque is also full of praise for Ajax and Ye Qiu, he believes that Ye Qiu has proven his strength very well and should not be questioned and blamed, and Ajax is a very young, but at the same time talented team, he firmly believes that this team will continue to grow under the leadership of Ye Qiu.

"They have proven their quality game by game, they are already an emerging force to be reckoned with in European football, and I believe that in next year's Champions League, Ajax will remain very competitive, even more mature and stronger than they are now."

But it's clear that not all Spaniards are as friendly as Bosque, at least the one from Marca is called Luis? Kano's reporter obviously wanted to disgust Ye Qiu, and once again angered Ye Qiu with a very provocative question at the press conference.

"Mr. Ye Qiu, a week ago, you once boasted about Haikou and said that you were going to conquer the Bernabeu Stadium, now what? Do you think you've succeeded? "Louis? Kano looked at Ye Qiu with a European arrogance and contempt.

Ye Qiu couldn't wait to tear this Spaniard to shreds now, but he had to endure it, so he stood up directly, didn't say a word, turned around and left the Bernabeu press conference.

This is his second early departure, and behind him, there is still an unbridled sneer.