Chapter Seventy-Nine: Let the Poles Taste the Iron Fist of Justice

Unexpectedly, after winning the three teams in Moscow, it was a big gift from heaven.

Lin Supo suddenly felt that he was not the same person he used to be.

It just so happened that the opponent on the next match day was Legia Warsaw, and Lin Supo was not very familiar with this team, but he did not have a good impression of Poland as a country.

After all, a country that repeatedly jumps sideways in different camps is already disgusting, and it can only be said that it deserves to be blitzked.

Before he wore it, Robert Lewandowski showed off another wave of what is called a double-standard dog, so that Lin Supo understood what football has nothing to do with politics, especially when you don't need it, it has nothing to do with it, and it is relevant if you can use it, and the position is comparable to that of a tumbler.

As for the grievances between Russia and Poland, not to mention.

Russia led the three Polish annihilations, and Poland was the vanguard of the upheaval in Eastern Europe that led to the collapse of the Soviet Union.

The appearance of the conflict between the two countries is that Russia believes in Orthodox Christianity, but in fact it is a divergence of interests.

The two countries are adjacent to each other and have a strong desire to expand, and they don't think that everyone will get along with each other at all, so the eldest brother doesn't talk about the second brother, but Poland's own cuisine has been destroyed three times. Poland was destroyed three times, and Russia, Germany, and Austria all participated, so why only remember Russia's hatred? Austria was divided, and Germany also lost a large amount of territory, but he didn't get any benefits in Russia.

These are Lin Supo's opinions, and it doesn't matter if it's right or wrong, the important thing is that he and his teammates don't have a good impression of the Pole.

That's it!

This home game obviously ignited the emotions of Spartak fans.

The Russians smeared the Soviet Union in all kinds, but they were very unhappy with Poland, which probably means that I can solve my own family's affairs by myself, and if you betray me, I will die.

The whole of Moscow was looking forward to the Champions League match, and even fans of other teams joined the camp in support of Spartak.

In the face of the Poles, all Russians are one.

So football is not about politics?

That's a joke!

"Spartak Moscow must have the courage to fight to the end against the Polish team in the Champions League, and the whole country awaits a victory" - Izvestia

"It is reported that a number of officials visited the Spartak club and are very concerned about the upcoming Champions League match, and it is reported that the outcome of this game is related to the eligibility of Spartak Moscow's home field." - "Russian Gazeta"

"Against Poland, there is no room for compromise, the Spartak players should know that this is a war without gunpowder, the victory or defeat of the game is a matter of national face, and on the day of the match, we are all Spartak fans." - RIA News

"Champions League tickets are hard to come by, and it is reported that Spartak's home match against Legia Warsaw has multiplied several times, and it is still difficult to buy, and the enthusiasm of the fans has been completely ignited." - Kommersant

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Walking on the streets of Moscow, Lin Supo sensed the subtlety of the atmosphere.

Pent-up excitement.

Yes, the whole of Moscow was as calm as before the storm, and the hairmen rarely did nothing, except to paint the whole city in the red and white color of Spartacus.

Lin Supo, who was already familiar with their style, knew that on match day, not only the Luzhniki Stadium, which was used as the home stadium, but also the whole of Moscow, would change color.

Lin Supo is very suspicious that Spartak can use the Luzhniki Stadium in the Champions League because he is in a group with Legia Warsaw.

That stadium was the National Stadium, which was used by Moscow torpedoes and CSKA before, and the grassroots class like Spartak didn't have that fate, otherwise they wouldn't have to play in the league and always change their home stadium.

On the day of the competition, September 27, Lin Supo really thoroughly experienced the enthusiasm of Moscow.

From the team bus to Luzhkini, the city of Moscow is boiling.

Fans on both sides of the road frantically waved the Spartak flag and jerseys, and they sang the "Spartak March" that had been circulated, and the majestic and passionate song was very suitable for today's game, and Spartak carried the expectations of the whole of Russia.

The atmosphere inside the bus was a little stagnant, and even in the derby, the players were not so silent.

Even if they don't like CSKA or Dynamo Moscow anymore, it's their internal contradictions, and in the face of the Polish team, there is no way back, even a draw is a shame!

This pressure has made the whole team lose its former vitality, and the young Spartak team is rarely stable.

But this is not what Romantsev wants, he is afraid that the team will be under too much pressure and the game will be abnormal.

Seeing that he was about to arrive at the Luzhniki Stadium, he quickly got up and stood in front of the bus.

Since they are all preoccupied, there is no way to relieve the pressure on the players at this time, so they will do the opposite.

"I don't need to say much about the importance of today's game, Legia Warsaw is a Polish giant, but the Polish giants are a fart? They are nothing in front of our reigning champions of the Russian Premier League, Blackburn are a hundred times better than them, even the defending champions of the Premier League have lost to us, and they are even worse. So I only have one request for today's game, a goal difference of more than two goals ahead! ”

Finding that the team was even more silent, Lin Supo felt that Romantsev had taken it for granted.

Mr. Coach, as an older generation born in the Soviet Union, naturally has no problem with this situation, but the new generation of Russian youth is undergoing the baptism of Western thought, and even a team with a sense of honor like Spartak cannot be compared with the older generation of the generation who pay without asking for anything in return and have a full sense of honor.

In fashionable parlance, it is the generation of calves, and it seems that the older generation looks at the next generation like this.

But it has to be said that Russia is indeed in a special period.

Lin Supo had the heart to say something, but he didn't choose this time.

You always get up after the coach and talk, whether it works or not. The coach's words don't work, your words do, what's it called?

In case the coach has a small heart, just wait to wear small shoes.

And the captain didn't speak, so it's not good for you to get up.

As a mature man, although he is occasionally willing to show a young mentality, Lin Supo is still very attentive to how he behaves in the world.

When everyone arrived at the locker room and changed their jerseys, Lin Supo pretended to ask.

"I heard that Poland was destroyed by Russia three times, right?"

"That's right!"

"No, they're always looking for something, and they can't beat us in the end."

"Those damn shit, and killed prisoners of war, and my grandfather's dad hid down there and escaped in the end."

"Sukabule, the Poles should all pay the price, they are a capricious bunch of villains."

Romantsev watched from the sidelines, his eyes lit up, and he only felt that Lin Supo was smart, and he ignited the emotions of the whole team with a single question.

Lin Supo saw that the timing was just right and gave Shaparev a look.

The number one horse boy who understood raised his thin arms and raised his arms and shouted: "Let them taste the iron fist of justice......"

"Ulla!"