When Fat John and Thin Bill woke up from their sleep, they found that it was almost eleven o'clock at noon. They rushed out to knock on the door one by one, and within a short while, the corridor went from quiet to noisy. A group of Englishmen yawned one after another from their rooms. I drank too much wine last night and my head still aches.

"Damn it, it's eleven o'clock? I'm going to be late for work now..." Some people are still confused about where they are.

"Wake up, Gary. We're in Spain now! In Madrid!" John tapped on the head of the bewildered.

"Madrid?" The confused bug was stunned for a while, then cried out, clutching his head, "Championship Cup final!!"

The people nearby laughed when he saw him waking up from a dream.

This laugh also dispelled the rest of their sleepiness.

"Well, guys, today is jihadist day! Give me a little bit of energy. Pack yourselves, and then we set out to eat!"

This is not a high-end hotel, and a group of ordinary people in small cities in central England cannot afford to stay in a four-star and five-star hotel. But even such a small hotel is hard to find. The Champions League final was held in Madrid, which directly stimulated hotel accommodation here.

The hotel where John and his group lived is located in the south of Madrid, where the economy of Madrid is relatively backward. The hotel environment is not good, but the price is cheap, which is the best choice for those who are not wealthy.

As soon as John and the others came out around the scarf in Nottingham Forest, they attracted the attention of the surrounding Spaniards.

But the English are not nervous, they also shouted to the Spaniards: "Nottingham Forest will win!"

This is not a provocation, because they did not drink too much, but it was actually to please.

Then the Spaniard responded: "Real Madrid die!"

This is a group of Atletico Madrid fans. Both Spaniards and Madrid, what they want to see most is their rivals lose at home.

"We found a good place." John laughed. "Go, eat, guys!"

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Javier Thomas is a teacher who teaches history in a middle school in Madrid. He is a Frenchman, but now he is a Real Madrid fan.

When Real Madrid was at its best ten years ago, he was still teaching in France and had no interest in football. At that time, Real Madrid's superstars gathered, the stars flickered, and they were called "Galactic Battleships". They won two European championships in three years, and they were all in the limelight. It is the best team in the world.

In 2005, he came to Madrid to continue teaching. He had heard of Real Madrid's reputation before, but it was a pity that the Real Madrid he saw was the surviving Real Madrid. It is as if the once magnificent palace has now become a weedy ruin.

But his life circle is still full of Real Madrid fans, and he was puzzled and surprised. He decided to explore the root cause of all this. Since he is a history teacher, he started his research from history. The history of Real Madrid is most worthy of their pride. They study history, get in touch with Real Madrid fans around them, and go to watch Real Madrid matches in person. This tall Frenchman with glasses and gentleman has since become a Real Madrid fan.

But it was not the glorious history that made him really fall in love with Real Madrid, but the spirit and fighting spirit shown by Real Madrid in the following seasons. They can finally reverse the championship when they are 15 points behind Barcelona, ​​showing the spirit of Real Madrid that has been neglected in the previous years. When he saw Higuain score a goal at the Bernabeu at the last moment and beat the Spaniard 4:3, his gentle-natured gentleman was also very excited, in the stands and the surrounding people who did not know each other. The people hugged each other and shouted.

And such an exciting reversal is far from being a game or two, since then he has fallen in love with such a team.

Today he is a determined and fanatical Real Madrid fan. He has a dual identity. He is a gentle teacher at school on weekdays. He never argues with others, and he is very gentle with his body language. But at the weekend, he turned into an easily agitated dangerous man, and everyone had better stay away from him.

Even his wife, who has been with him for 20 years, can't understand his transformation.

She can only attribute it to the fact that football is really a crazy sport. Fortunately, their child is a daughter. If it is a son, she will definitely let him stay away from football...

"It's finally over." Seeing her husband checking the "equipment" used to watch the game at night in the room over and over again, the wife sighed. For her, her husband's regular intermittent psychosis can be cured without treatment. The husband is just a Real Madrid fan, not a fan of the French national team, nor a fan of the Spanish national team, so the summer World Cup has nothing to do with him. Today's game will be Real Madrid's last game of the season. No matter what the result is, her husband will soon return to normal.

The husband, who had packed his equipment, came out of the bedroom and looked at his wife and daughter sitting in the living room. He leaned forward and touched his daughter's head.

"Don't want to take her to the game." His wife became wary.

Thomas smiled bitterly: "I just touched my head. Don't look at me with neurotic eyes, Seleia."

"This day you are a neurotic."

The six-year-old daughter curiously watched her parents arguing about things she didn't understand. She likes her mother and her father, but she seems to have two fathers and two mothers. On a day like this, her gentle and beautiful mother will suddenly become nervous, and the dad who always smiles will become grumpy. She still remembered in her immature mind that sometimes, her father would suddenly lose his temper and throw something, she didn't know why. At other times, her father would suddenly be very happy, buying gifts for her, or playing games with her until late, and when he hugged her very hard, it made her feel a little uncomfortable. She didn't know why.

Thomas didn't want to quarrel with his wife on such an important day. He chose silence.

The wife didn't want to pay attention to her either, and sat aside, holding her daughter to watch her favorite cartoon.

Thomas sat like this for a while. He felt that the atmosphere was embarrassing. He wanted to open his mouth and say something, and his wife would immediately stare at him. So he had to decide to go out ahead of time, wander around, find a bar, and have a drink with Real Madrid fans to discuss the evening game, and set off to the Bernabéu when the time is almost up.

Then in these two hours, I completely forgot that there was a wife and child at home, and enjoyed the joy that football brought him. Of course, it may also be pain...

Before going out, he did not forget to kiss his wife and daughter on the foreheads. This time his wife didn't escape.

"I'll be back soon." Thomas finished speaking, opened the door and walked out.

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"Ah... Two colors of Madrid, you don't often see such a city. The north is white Madrid, the south is red Madrid. Now they will all meet here, although the red does not come from the south..."

A tour guide said to the crowd following him in front of the Bernabeu. These yellow-skinned and dark-haired tourists with oriental faces are holding their mobile phones, cameras, and DVs, and they are constantly taking pictures of the magnificent Bernabéu Stadium, and their mouths are exclaiming. No one cares what the tour guide said.

"Hey, look at those people, they are not Spanish, they are fans from England... Don't take pictures! Don't point your camera at them!" The tour guide waved to these curious babies to put down their shooting equipment.

"England fans, God knows if they just drank ten gallons of beer. Drunk England fans are the most dangerous!"

As if to cooperate with him, the policemen on duty nearby also slowly approached the group of English fans wearing red jerseys to separate them from the people around them. England fans do not mind such treatment, they are still saluting the police, chanting English slogans.

"What are they shouting?" Someone among the tourists asked a question.

The Spanish tour guide shrugged: "Nottingham Forest will win... this kind of thing. Tonight is the UEFA Champions League final, but unfortunately you don't have tickets, otherwise I would be happy to take you to a football match with the highest water quality in Europe."

In fact, he really wants to see this final, but unfortunately he has to lead the team...

"Mr. Martin, can I still buy tickets now?" Someone among the tourists asked.

Martin smiled at the questioner, "Tickets for this game were sold out a week ago." He pointed to a shade of trees not far away where many people stood, including men and women. , Dresses are different, the only thing they have in common is that they both hold a sign in their hands that read: "I need a ticket".

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, our next stop is the Plaza of the Harvest Goddess..." Martin looked back at the Bernabéu Stadium in the afternoon sun. The white walls were a little dazzling in the sun. He is really reluctant. As a Real Madrid fan, it is a pity that he can't come to watch the game in person.

After setting up the group at night, he must find a chance to watch live TV lazily.

Some of the tourists looked back at the Bernabeu reluctantly. They are not here at the right time. If it is a non-match day, they will still have a chance to get a glimpse of the true face of Lushan, visit the honour room of the Bernabeu Stadium and see how it compares with the honour room of Nottingham Forest...

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"Today's weather is great, it won't rain at night, and maybe there will be cool breeze." Pierce Bruce sat outside the cafe on the opposite street from Bernabéu with a cigarette in his hand. Next to him is the assistant who will report the game with him.

His expression was laid back, and his assistant was sweaty. Such an exciting game approached every minute, making him feel nervous and excited.

"Mr. Bruce, do you say the Forest will win the final victory?"

"How do I know this?" Bruce shook his head, "I am not a prophet, nor a magician with a crystal ball."

"Why don't we go to the hotel to watch, we can't get any news here." The assistant said a lot, and he looked really nervous and excited.

"You have been with me for two years, Paul. Do you still figure out what kind of person we are interviewing?" Bruce glanced at his assistant, a little disappointed and dissatisfied in his eyes. "For such an important game, Tony Dunn will definitely drive away the reporters who are around the hotel entrance, just like driving away a group of flies. He protects his team like a breastfeeding mother, and no one is allowed. Half a step closer to his team. Get the news? Apart from describing Tony Dunn's rudeness and unreasonableness over and over again, you have nothing new, and readers have long been bored with such things."

"Then let's just wait here, drink coffee and see... the scenery?"

Bruce nodded: "Rest, relax. You will be busy at night, kid."

In front of Tony Dunn, he honestly seemed to be an intern reporter, but in front of a real rookie, he could still regain the feeling and dignity of "famous".

The young man murmured a few words, drank the coffee in his cup, and then turned his head to look at more and more fans in the street. His eyes gradually focused on the minority of female fans. After half an hour of research, he came to a conclusion-Real Madrid has mostly female fans, and most of the young female fans are beautiful. He even saw female fans who are obviously not European faces... These people are crazy, running from the other end of the earth to watch a final.

In comparison, the majority of Nottingham Forest fans are from England, and they do not have the world influence of Real Madrid, even if they have won more championships. On the one hand, their football is not good-looking, on the other hand, Tony Dunn's unique personality will make them lose many neutral fans. The third reason is that Nottingham Forest is still a small club. There is no money to expand the global market, and no money to spread global influence. The fourth reason... Real Madrid can attract fans by constantly buying famous stars. Who is the biggest star of Nottingham Forest? George Wood, that unsmiling robot...

This is really a contest of disparity in strength... Nottingham Forest is completely defeated.

This result is really frustrating-there are so few beauties, and the young reporter sighed like this in his heart.

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After 5:30 in the afternoon, two buses departed from two five-star hotels.

The white one was followed by a group of media, and they followed the bus towards the Bernabéu Stadium just like the shark behind the slave ship.

The red bus has nothing but a few police cars clearing the way. As Pierce Bruce said, the reporters who were surrounding the hotel were all driven away by Dunn. He doesn't want his team to be disturbed in such an important game. When the reporters cursed Tony Dunn while leaving helplessly under the scorching sun, Bruce and his assistant drank coffee comfortably under the parasol, admired the beautiful women, and enjoyed a leisurely afternoon.

Bruce looked at the watch in his hand, patted his assistant on the shoulder, and stood up: "It's time to work, kid."

There was a sudden commotion in the square in front of them.

Soon, a white bus appeared in people's field of vision in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the milky white body was dyed ivory yellow by the sun. The fans became excited, and one after another shouts spread across the square.

These voices ignited the passion near the Bernabéu, and Bruce finally felt that the breath of the Champions League final was approaching step by step.

The two quickly crossed the road and ran towards the square. His assistant is holding the camera and changing lenses while running, while he is looking for the best position.

The bus taken by the Real Madrid players slowed down in the square. The players on the bus waved to the fans, which caused screams after another. As if everyone here is a fan of Real Madrid.

"This is home court advantage..." Bruce murmured. The assistant next to him kept taking pictures.

Javier Thomas was also in the crowd, waving excitedly to the players in the car.

"Hurray, Madrid!"

This roar resounded all around the Bernabéu, where tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans gathered here to witness their glorious night.

Later, the cars from Nottingham Forest came, and there were about 10,000 people in Nottingham Forest who greeted them. Their momentum was much smaller than that of Real Madrid fans. In addition, the on-site police strictly controlled the scope of activities of this group of English fans. They couldn't even approach the forest team bus. They could only watch the cars pass through the square without hindrance and turn to the parking lot behind the stadium. .

John and Bill took their own people in the crowd and shouted a few words: "Nottingham Forest will win!" Then they stopped. They watched the policemen with bad expressions spit on the ground: "It's the game, let you see!"

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Martin can even hear shouts from the Bernabéu Stadium, even though he is located more than ten kilometers away. He is now worrying about how to get rid of a group of Chinese tourists and go to the game. If the group of tourists had dinner and found what Madrid he wanted to admire at night, he really didn't know whether he should refuse.

When he was worrying alone in the bus, he heard the sound of knocking on the window.

A Chinese in the team stood outside the car and smiled at him.

"Have you finished? How does it taste? This is the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid!" Although Martin's face was still melancholy in the last second, he smiled graciously at this time. "I am not a lie!"

"It's really authentic. It's the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid, Mr. Martin. But we want to..."

The corners of Martin's mouth twitched twice, and the thing he feared the most was still coming. Ahhhhh! The thought of not being able to watch such an important game makes him hate his career. In the Champions League final held at the Bernabeu, one of the participants was his favorite team, Real Madrid! How many times can you encounter such an opportunity in your life?

"Aha, where do you want to go? How about shopping on Via Serrano? It is the best designer street in Madrid! If you don't want to go, you can go..." Martin interrupted the other party and began to talk. The introduction, to perform the duties of a tour guide.

The Chinese listened quietly to Martin's introduction of all the places worth visiting in Madrid, and then shook their heads and said: "We don't want to go to those places, Mr. Martin. Actually we have discussed and wanted to find a cheap but lively place to spend time. For one night, experience the most common nightlife of Madrid people. Especially on such a night..."

The Chinese have given enough hints. Martin is not a fool. He smiled and said: "I have a good idea! How about taking you to the Real Madrid bar with the best atmosphere here to watch football and drink? There are beautiful and passionate Spanish girls, There are football and beer more passionate than them! Haha!"

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