But it was not the glorious history that made him fall in love with Real Madrid, but the spirit and fighting spirit shown by Real Madrid in the following seasons. They could finally reverse the championship when they were 15 points behind Barcelona, ​​showing the spirit of Real Madrid that has been ignored in previous years. When he saw Higuain score a goal at the Bernabeu. He defeated the Spaniard 4:3, a gentleman, was also so excited that he hugged and roared with those who had never known each other in the stands.

And such an exciting reversal is far from one game or two, and since then he fell in love with such a team.

Now he is a determined and fanatical Real Madrid fan. He has a dual identity. On weekdays, he is a gentle teacher in the school. He never argues with others and even has gentle body language. But on weekends, he becomes an exciting dangerous person, and everyone should stay away from him.

Even his wife, who had been with him for twenty years, could not understand his transformation.

She can only blame football as a crazy sport. Fortunately, their child is a daughter. If it is a son, she will definitely keep him away from football...

"It's finally over." Seeing the husband checking the "equipment" to watch the game in the evening in the room. The wife sighed. For her, the husband's regular intermittent mental illness 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 World Cup in the summer has nothing to do with him. Today's game will be the last game of Real Madrid this season. No matter what the result is, her husband will be able to return to normal soon.

After packing up the equipment, the husband came out of the bedroom and looked at his wife and daughter sitting in the living room. He leaned over and touched his daughter's head.

"Don't think of taking her to the game." The wife became alert.

Thomas smiled bitterly and said, "I just touched my head. Don't look at me with the look of a psychopath. Sereya."

"You are a lunatic on this day."

The six-year-old daughter watched curiously as her parents arguing about things she couldn't understand. She liked mothers and fathers. But she seemed to have two fathers, and seemed to have two mothers. On a similar day, her gentle and beautiful mother would suddenly become nervous, and the father who always smiled would also become irritable. She still remembers in her tender mind that sometimes, her father would suddenly lose his temper and throw things, but she didn't know why. Sometimes, her father would suddenly be very happy, buy her gifts, or play games with her until late, and use her special force when hugging her, which made her feel a little uncomfortable, and she didn't know why.

Thomas didn't want to have an argument with his wife on such an important day. He chose to remain silent.

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

Thomas sat there for a while and felt the atmosphere was very awkward. He wanted to open his mouth and say something, and his wife would immediately stare at him with her eyes. So he had to decide to go out early, stroll around, find a bar, and drink with Real Madrid fans to discuss the evening game. When the time is almost up, set off for the Bernabeu.

Then during these two hours, I completely forgot that I had a wife and children at home, and enjoyed the joy brought to him by football, which of course may be painful...

Before leaving the house, he did not forget to kiss his wife and daughter on the forehead. This time his wife did not hide.

"I will come back early." Thomas said this. He opened the door and walked out.

"Ah... Madrid of two colors, you don't often see such cities. The north is white Madrid, and the south is red Madrid. Now they will 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. The group of yellow-skinned and dark-haired tourists were holding their mobile phones, cameras, and dvs kept snoring at the magnificent Bernabeu Stadium, making a slight stuttering sound. No one cared about what the tour guide said.

"Hey, look at those people, they are not Spanish, they are fans from England... Don't take photos! Don't point the camera lens at them!" The tour guide quickly waved his hand to signal the curious babies to put down the shooting equipment in their hands.

"English fans. God only knew if they had just drunk ten gallons of beer. Drunk English fans are the most dangerous place!"

As if to cooperate with his words, the police on duty patrol were slowly leaning against the group of English fans wearing red jerseys and separating them from the people around him. The fans of England didn't mind such treatment. They were still saluting the police and shouting English slogans.

"What are they shouting?" Some of the tourists asked a question.

The Spanish tour guide shrugged: "Nottingham Forest will win...that's the kind. Tonight is the final of the European Champions League. Unfortunately, you don't have any tickets, otherwise I would be happy to take you to a football match with the highest quality in Europe."

Actually, he really wanted to watch this final, but unfortunately he had to lead a team...

"Mr. Martin, can you still buy tickets now?" another visitor asked.

Martin smiled at the person who asked the question. “The tickets for this game were sold out a week ago.” He pointed to a shade of trees not far away, where there were many people, including men and women, dressed differently. Their only thing in common was that they all held a sign in their hands, which read: “I need a ticket”.

"Let's go, ladies and gentlemen, our next stop is the Goddess of Harvest..." Martin looked back at the Bernabeu Stadium in the afternoon sun. The white walls were a little dazzling in the sun. He was really reluctant to leave. As a Real Madrid fan, it was a pity that he could not watch the game in person.

After settling the group of people tonight, he must find an opportunity to be lazy and watch live TV.

Some of the tourists were reluctant to look back at the Bernabeu.  They came here, but if it was a match day, they still had the opportunity to enter and see the true face of Mount Lu and visit the honor room of the Bernabeu Stadium.   Look at how it compares to the honor room of Nottingham Forest...

"The weather is great today. It won't rain at night, and there may be cool breezes." Pierce Bruce sat outside the cafe on the street opposite the Bernabeu with a cigarette in his arms. Next to him was his assistant who came to cover the game with him.

His expression was leisurely. His assistant was sweating all over his head. The exciting game was approaching every minute and second, which made him feel nervous and excited.

"Mr. Bruce, do you say the Forests 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 guard it? 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 understand what kind of person we are interviewing?" Bruce glanced at his assistant, with a little disappointment and dissatisfaction in his eyes. "Tony Don will definitely drive away the reporters surrounded by the hotel door, just like driving away a group of flies. His team protects his team as if they were breastfeeding mothers, and they would not allow anyone to get close to his team half a step. Get the news? You have no new things except for describing Tony Don't over and over again. And readers have long been tired of seeing such things."

"Then let's wait here to have coffee and see...the scenery?"

Bruce nodded: "Resting, relax. You are busy at night, boy."

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

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

In comparison, most of the fans of Nottingham Forests come from England, and they do not have the world influence like Real Madrid, even if they win many championships. On the one hand, their football is not good-looking, and on the other hand, Tony Donnn’s unique personality will cause them to lose a lot of neutral fans. The third is because Nottingham Forest is still a small club. Don’t have the money to expand the global market and spread global influence. The fourth reason... Real Madrid can win fans by constantly buying famous superstars, and who is the biggest star of Nottingham Forest? George Wood, that serious robot...

This is really a battle of huge strength disparity... Nottingham Forest was completely defeated.

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

After 5:30 pm, two buses depart from two five-star hotels respectively.

The white one was followed by a group of media, who followed the bus toward the Bernabeu Stadium like a shark behind the slave ship.

The Red Bus had nothing but a few police cars leading the way. As Pierce Bruce said. The reporters who surrounded the hotel were driven away by Donn. He didn't want his team to be disturbed in such an important game. When the reporters cursed Tony Donn while leaving helplessly under the scorching sun, Bruce and his assistant were drinking coffee and enjoying the beauty under the parasol.

Bruce looked at the surface of his hand, patted his assistant's shoulder, and stood up: "It's time to do work, boy."

In the square in front of them, a commotion suddenly sounded.

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

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

The two of them quickly walked across the road and ran towards the square. His assistant held the camera, changed the lens while running, while he was looking for the best position.

The bus that Real Madrid players were riding slowed down in the square. The players on the bus waved to the fans, which caused bursts of screams. It seemed that everyone here was Real Madrid fans.

"This is the home advantage..." Bruce murmured. The assistants around him were constantly taking pictures.

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

"Long live. Madrid!"

Such a roar resounded around the Bernabeu, and tens of thousands of Real Madrid fans gathered here to witness their glorious night.

Later, the Nottingham Forest cars came, and there were about 10,000 people in Nottingham Forest, which was much smaller than Real Madrid fans. In addition, the police on the scene strictly controlled the range of activities of these English fans, and they could not even get close to the Forest bus. They could only watch the cars from a distance passing through the square without any obstacles and turning to the parking lot behind the stadium.

John and Bill took their people to shout a few words in the crowd: "Nottingham Forest will win!" and stopped. They looked at the policemen with bad expressions and spit on the ground: "It's time for the game, let you see it!"

Martin could even hear the shouts from the Bernabeu Stadium, although his location was more than ten kilometers away. He was now worried about how he would get rid of a group of Chinese tourists and go to watch the game. If those tourists had dinner and found what nightly Madrid he wanted to enjoy, he really didn't know whether he should refuse.

While he was worried alone in the bus, he heard the sound of knocking on the car window.

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

"You finished eating? How does it taste? This is the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid!" Although Martin's face was still worried in the last second, he smiled very attentively at this moment. "I'm not lying!"

"It's indeed very authentic, it's worthy of being the best Chinese restaurant in Madrid, Mr. Martin. But we want to..."

Martin's mouth twitched twice, and the thing he feared the most was still coming. Ahhhhhhh! When he thought that he could not watch such an important game, he hated his career. At the Champions League final held at the Bernabeu, the participant was his favorite team Real Madrid! How many times can he encounter such an opportunity in his life?

"Aha, where do you want to go? How about shopping on Serrano Street? It is the best brand street in Madrid! If you don't want to go, you can still go..." Martin interrupted the other party and began to introduce him endlessly, fulfilling his duties as a tour guide.

After listening quietly to Martin introducing all the places worth visiting in Madrid, the Chinese shook their heads and said, "We don't want to go to those places, Mr. Martin. Actually, we discussed it and wanted to find a cheap but lively place to spend the night and 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 enthusiastic Spanish girls, and more enthusiastic football and beer than them! Haha!"
Chapter completed!