Chinese players in Europe

Chapter 717 We Are All Here (Part [-])
This is the national flag of China!
The group of people who came was the members of the Murphy Fan Association who had received more than 200 invitations from Murphy for the finals tickets!
"Could it be! Could it be!"

"Xiao Mo, hey, I'm here!"

"Xiao Mo, look this way, look this way!"

A group of people scrambled and shouted, attracting the attention of everyone on the scene for a while.Seeing how excited they were, if it weren't for the many security guards at the scene to maintain order, maybe they would have rushed over in a daze.

Could it be that he saw those people, Liu Pitang's beard disappeared, his whole face was covered by the logo of Tottenham Hotspur, Hoffenheim and the pattern of the Chinese flag, and he was waving a Chinese flag and clamoring vigorously, Could it be that he laughed loudly and waved his hand over there: "Ha, are you all here?"

"Your old friend?" Seeing Mo Fei's reaction, Redknapp immediately understood.These people all have an oriental face, they must be Mo Fei's compatriots, and they are old acquaintances even if they are not fans.

Mo Fei nodded, then pointed to the group of people and Redknapp and said, "I'll go say hello to them."

Redknapp agreed, and Mo Fei walked out of the crowd and came to the group of Huaxia fans.

"Why are you here? I thought I wouldn't be able to see you at the Allianz Arena until the start of the final." Mo Fei gave a high-five to the first few familiar faces and greeted them with a smile.

"I think the people who came to the airport to pick up the plane today are probably more Barcelona fans. After all, Tottenham is not as influential as Barcelona, ​​which has been brilliant for more than 100 years... Don't be angry when I say that, Xiao Mo." Liu Pitang said, "We are not afraid of your loneliness. Haha, but now it seems that we are too worried. I forgot that this is Germany, and Barcelona is a bird here. You are the leader here! Ha ha!"

Could it be that he laughed, Liu Pitang was right, if it weren't for Germany, Tottenham's supporters here would certainly not be half of Barcelona's.Even so, most of the reporters waiting here are still waiting to interview Barcelona.But he didn't care, as long as they beat Barcelona in the final, these "fools" would run over immediately, crying and asking to interview them.

"It's a pity that many brothers have not come to Germany at this time, only more than 50 people have come... Seriously, thank you for the tickets you sent us, otherwise our association doesn't know how many people will come Here." Liu Pitang continued with a smile.

"I can be regarded as a member of the association... Ha, in fact, I also have selfish intentions. I want to hear the familiar Chinese language during the competition! On the final stage of the top competition in Europe, I heard myself The sound of cheering from the country, just thinking about it makes me feel energetic!" Mo Fei laughed loudly.

"No problem, we will let you hear our voice in the finals... Xiao Mo, you have to work hard! We are still waiting for us Huaxia people to stand on the podium of the top competition!"

"OK, it's settled like that, you guys are in charge of raising the flag, and I'm in charge of charging... Ha, the division of labor is clear, let's work hard together for the Champions League trophy!"

"You kid...haha!"

When Mo Fei was talking with Liu Pitang and others, another group of people appeared from the street entrance far away—this can no longer be described as a group, because their number is too large, at least two to three thousand people at a rough look .This group of people blocked the streets, densely packed, as if the blue sky had fallen to the ground, printing the whole world into a piece of sky blue.

"Mo! Here we come!"

"All the villagers from Hoffenheim are here! Everyone in our village is here!"

"Oh, oh, Mo, you don't think we have! We miss you very much, and we are still waiting for you to return to Huo Village!"

This mighty team of men slowly moved in front of Mo Fei, shouting and yelling once again attracted the attention of everyone in the audience, they held up high "We are Hoffenheim!" "Mo, welcome back!" Mo Fei, you will always be the hero of our village" and other banners, and even gongs and drums were brought, shouting Mo Fei's name while shouting.

"Damn, this is going to be a riot!" Liu Pitang and the members of the association behind him were stunned, and when they forgot to turn to Mo Fei, they saw Mo Fei rushing over with red eyes.

"Major Pipit, you..."

Mo Fei ran over and hugged Pipit in front of him tightly, and next to Pipit, the big dog named Ruby jumped up and down excitedly, and kept biting Mo Fei's trousers.

"Ruby, you're here too..." Murphy let go of Pipit's arms and patted Ruby's head, "And Mr. Watts, Mr. Hongke, the old Hoffenheim gatekeeper, Miss Janice...you all come gone?"

"Of course, the whole village has come!" Pippet patted the shoulder of Mo Fei, who was already a head taller than him, and said with a smile, "It's really..." But he didn't realize that his eye sockets were a little moist, "Welcome home, Mo!"

"Welcome home, Mo!"

"Hey, we never forgot you, Mo! You didn't forget us!"

The villagers of Huo village behind them became noisy again.

"Of course not, you are my relatives..." Mo Fei murmured, but his eyes turned redder.

At this time, several figures emerged from the crowd, and hugged Mo Fei tightly.

"Man, we're here too!"

"Boss, I'm here! I'm here to cheer you on!"

"Nimma, this kid looks stronger than me!"

"Forget it, Dario, with your small arms and legs, how can you compare with a pervert like Mo?"

These people who suddenly appeared were Mo Fei's teammates when he played for Hoffenheim, Salihovic, Obasi, Serna, Sukulini...as long as Mo Fei was familiar with them, they all came.

"You guys..." Mo Fei tapped everyone's chest lightly, wanting to say something, but found his voice choked up.

"Okay, okay, we know you are very touched. If you want to thank us, then take back the Champions League trophy! Our players from Hoffenheim will be the best in the world! Mo, we are optimistic about you Oh!" Hoffenheim captain Salihovic said with a smile.

"We know that the teams participating in the finals must never lose their momentum before the game, so we are here to cheer you up!" Pipit stopped everyone from looking for Mo Fei to reminisce about the past, and waved his fist in front of Mo Fei, " Come on, Mo! Come on, Tottenham! Beat Barcelona and win the Big Ears Cup!"

More than 3000 people behind them yelled together: "Back to Barcelona! Win the Big Ears Cup!!!"

They didn't mean to hide it at all. They yelled these words in a uniform and amazing manner, just like shouting their players' names on a noisy stadium, which attracted the attention of the surrounding fans and reporters.There were some Barcelona fans at the scene, and they glared at this group of people even more.

Some of Hoffenheim's fans stared back, and they were so frightened that they didn't dare to look this way again.This is their territory, and they have nothing to fear.

Of course, Mo Fei didn't want these fans to have a fight outside the airport. Although the result of the fight was that the fans who supported his side would win, that wasn't too good.So I chatted with these old friends for a while, thanked everyone for their support, and prepared to leave.

He knew that when he left, everyone would follow suit. After all, Barcelona was here, and Hoffenheim fans and Huaxia fans were not interested in watching Barcelona here.

"Mo, we will cheer you up at the Allianz Arena, come on!"

"Xiao Mo, you must bring back the Big Ear Cup for Huaxia!"

Before Mo Fei got into the car, Pipit and Liu Pitang, two representatives of Huade fans, waved to Mo Fei.

Mo Fei smiled firmly and nodded, then waved goodbye.

When the bus carrying the Tottenham Hotspur players left the airport not long after, the Barcelona flight also landed in the airport hall.

However, the fans at the scene had almost evacuated. When the Barcelona players walked out of the airport hall, apart from the fans in twos and threes, there was only a large group of journalists from various countries waiting to interview them. The Asian players looked at each other—what's going on?There are only reporters and no fans, this... is this too weird?

Only Barcelona coach Pep Guardiola thoughtfully looked at the direction of the Tottenham bus leaving before, a trace of worry gradually climbed up his forehead...

(End of this chapter)