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On the day of the Champions League final, Feng Shiyao knocked on the door of Gao Zheng’s parents. According to the original plan, today he will take two to Milan’s famous tourist attraction, Milan Cathedral.

But after opening the door, the uncle and aunt refused this trip: "Let’s rest in the hotel today, poetry. It was a bit tiring to visit yesterday, and... Your uncle Gao, he said that he is not religious and he doesn’t need to go to church. ."

Feng Shiyao was a little surprised: "You can go to church if you don't believe in religion. You don't need to treat it as a religious place, just look at it..."

Gao Zheng's mother looked back at her husband in the room and lowered her voice to Feng Shiyao: "Actually, he is full of games at night now, and he has no intention of going out to play..."

Feng Shiyao suddenly realized that she could fully understand this mood.

Compared with the Champions League final at night, what is "one of the five cathedrals in the world", what is the "symbol of the city of Milan", what is the "coronal place of Napoleon"... are all unattractive.

Therefore, Feng Shiyao did not persuade the two to go out to play. She nodded and expressed her understanding: "Auntie, please rest first. If anything, call me."

"Okay, why don't you go back to sleep again? I don't think your jet lag hasn't gone well yet. Wake up so early..."

"It doesn't matter, young people, get used to it." Feng Shiyao smiled and said goodbye to Gao Zheng's mother.

Closing the door, Gao Zheng's mother said with emotion to her husband: "It's such a sensible girl... but a big singer, but she doesn't have any shelves at all. Being a tour guide for us really aggrieved her. A star like her, definitely Very busy... Ah Zheng's child is really too. People are so busy, and it is really nonsense to ask her to guide us for us..."

Gao Zheng’s dad in pajamas sitting on the sofa and reading glasses with presbyopic glasses snorted: “Didn’t the poetry say that she and Ah Zheng are good friends, shouldn’t good friends help each other? Besides, people What do you worry about between young people?"

Hearing her husband saying this, Gao Zheng's mother thought about it, and then said with emotion: "It's such a good girl!"

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"Dad, I think we came a little early..." Outside the Meazza San Siro stadium, Franco Polata looked at the closed door and complained.

The two of them took the earliest train from Genoa to Milan. It was only ten o'clock in the morning, and they had already arrived outside the stadium. But the game was kicked off at 8:45 in the evening, and they had to wait 11 hours here.

"What's early?" Fat boss Polata looked around, and the square was already full of elements for this year's Champions League final.

The UEFA and UEFA Champions League logos are everywhere, and the posters and flags of the two participating teams are everywhere.

Not only that, some fans wearing Real Madrid and Atletico Madrid jerseys have appeared on the open field outside the stadium.

Some people set up tents, it is estimated that they have been waiting here since last night.

"Look at them, we didn't come last night, it's not too early!" Polata pointed to the tents and said to his son. "Furthermore, we will come early and occupy a good position."

"Dad, the game is seated in the right number. You will have your own seat in the morning and the evening. You don't need to occupy a seat..."

"What do you know? The good position I said is to wait until Atletico Madrid's bus comes, we can be in the front row so that we can be seen at a glance!"

Daddy said, proud of his cleverness.

But the son thought for a long time, and finally gave a different opinion timidly: "But Dad, how do you know which window Gao will sit in the bus?"

If they were standing here, but Gao Zheng was sitting by the window on the other side of the car, even if they were standing in the first row, wouldn’t they be different?

The proud expression on Old Polata's face froze.

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He Ping saw his commentary partner pick up a phone in the restaurant and took a photo, with the breakfast he just took as the foreground, and the background was an outdoor advertisement outside the hotel window, which was the poster of the Champions League final.

"Why?"

"Send a Weibo." Xu Yang said while operating on the phone. "All right.

He Ping took out his mobile phone and refreshed Weibo, and he saw the latest development of his partner: "Good morning, Milan."

Below is the picture.

He Ping smiled: "You are pretty literary."

"If the general Champions League final, I will not do it. But this time is different, this is the first time in the history of our Chinese players to participate in the Champions League final." Xu Yang said, put down his phone and began to enjoy the food he just got . "I think it's still time to post a special Weibo here to commemorate this special moment."

He Ping shook his head, he did not send Weibo. In fact, he used to like to send a Weibo with a location and attach a picture of himself every time he went to a place.

But later, because every time he posted on Weibo, many fans called him, Real Madrid fans called him a dog in Barcelona, ​​Barcelona fans called him a dog in the Royal Circus, and hated the National Football Party because of his holy grail and spittoon. Scolded him as a tiger.

He was tired of such a bottomless personal attack on the Internet, so he gradually stopped tweeting.

Today's special day is a special moment for Chinese football, but he just commemorated it in his heart, so he wouldn't post on Weibo.

He didn't have the energy to deal with the elves.

He picked up his coffee cup and squinted at the outdoor billboard outside the window.

I really can't think of it. One day I can explain the Champions League final with Chinese players...

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Gretzman, sitting across from Gao Zheng, yawned. Gao Zheng asked strangely: "Anthony, haven't you slept? I think you have yawned in just a few minutes."

"Sorry..." Gretzman just opened his mouth to answer the question, yawned again, and then rubbed his eyes. "I didn't sleep well last night."

"Why do you sleep well? There were no Real Madrid fans outside the hotel until midnight yesterday, and the mattresses were soft and moderately comfortable...I didn't even turn over, and I felt it was dawn.

"I'm a little nervous..." Gretzman said a little embarrassedly.

"Nervous?" Gao Zheng replied in surprise.

"Aren't you nervous, high?" Gretzman asked.

"I'm not." Gao Zheng shook his head.

"This is the first time to participate in the Champions League final..."

"Although it is the first time to participate in the Champions League final, but I have seen it many times." Gao Zheng said.

"That's different!" Gretzman shook his head. "It's totally different to see and really go!"

"I know it's two different things, Anthony. But if you haven't played in the Champions League final before, it's good to have a look at the Champions League final. In our country, there is a saying:'Have you ever eaten pork and haven't you seen a pig run?' It means that I have seen better than I have never seen." Gao Zheng explained. "And the Champions League final is not Chinese cabbage, how can it be so easy to participate. Isn't it the first time for many people to participate in the Champions League final?"

"There are Real Madrid players." Gretzman said.

"It's okay, we also have it here. Captain, Godin... they all have it," Gao Zheng said.

The last time the two teams met in the Champions League final was two years ago. Many people on the team have not left yet, so they are considered experienced.

But Gretzman would like to say, but others are the experience of victory, we are the experience of defeat...

Of course, in the end, Gretzman did not dare to say this, but kept it in his heart.

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