On May 25, at nine o'clock in the morning, Kelly Brooke opened his eyes in the hotel bed.

She slept well that night. She was walking around the streets for a day yesterday, and Kelly had prepared everything she could use today.

A hat covered her hair all over the hat, and sunglasses covered her eyes and she didn't need any makeup on her face, because in a stadium with 80,000 people in a stadium of 20 degrees, makeup could only be a problem. She carried a small bag with her, with a little water and food and some change in it. She put on the Valencia jersey and a pair of jeans underneath. She dressed up a very simple dress, but she revealed all of Kelly's figure.

There are just some simple things, no various cosmetics, no dressing on the T-shaped stage, just simple dressing, just like the most ordinary fans.

Of course, the last and most important thing - a paper as big as a desk with the Tiger name and cheering words on it, each letter is covered with red paint, even in the stands, it will appear very conspicuous.

Kelly looked at the slogan she had made yesterday that she spent the afternoon, smiled with satisfaction, then carefully rolled it up, stuffed it into her bag, and then walked out of the room.

The hotel she stayed in was very close to the French Stadium and only took half an hour to walk, so Carey didn't plan to go. She had breakfast in the hotel restaurant, then went to the gym to spend some time, then drank two glasses of beer in the restaurant, politely refused three French gentlemen who came to meet him, and they stayed until five o'clock in the afternoon before she returned to the room again, took the personal belongings she had already prepared, and left the hotel.

On the way to the French Stadium, Kelly saw countless Valencia fans and Real Madrid fans holding signs to the stadium. Because there was no home team in this game, the home jerseys of both sides were pure white, so both sides wore away jerseys - Real Madrid was pure black, Valencia was pure yellow. Most of the fans of both sides wore traditional white home jerseys, and only some fans wore black and yellow away jerseys to the French Stadium, so the fans of both sides were not clearly distinguished on the road, but were mixed most of the time. However, there was no big grudge between Valencia and Real Madrid. On the contrary, in the last round, it was because Valencia defeated Zaragoza Real Madrid and could directly enter the Champions League match next season, so the gunpowder smell of both sides was not very strong - of course, after entering the stadium, it was different...

It is also because the two sides have no history in history that the police in Paris are relatively relaxed. The fans of both sides who watch the game outside the stadium are placed in different places and are not afraid of conflict. On the stadium, the junction of fans of both sides is cut off by a large number of neutral fans and local fans, so there will be no big problems.

Unlike English fans, Spanish fans should look more elegant - of course, the battle between Real Madrid and Barcelona is not included...

When I arrived outside the court, it was only about 5:30, and the game would be held at 7:30, and there were still two hours left.

Kelly saw countless fans holding slogans "I need a ticket" outside the stadium. This discovery made Kelly stick out her tongue - someone rushed to send her tickets, and sometimes there is such a big difference between people...

After entering the ticket inspection, Kelly quickly found her seat. However, what surprised her was that she did not see Tiger's parents nearby, but sat with a group of strangers - she didn't know, Tiger didn't know, and Ross didn't know that when Valencia's club allocated tickets to players, and the only two consecutive numbers were in Tiger's parents' hands. The other tickets were one here and one there, Ross, Guy Rich, Jones and others were all scattered in this stand. The only luck was that this was the stand where Valencia fans were...

Kelly didn't see Tiger's parents, and she didn't know what was going on, but this was just right for her to avoid being embarrassed when she met. She sat down, then took out the telescope from her bag and looked into the stadium.

Now that both players on the court have not entered the court, Kelly put down the telescope in disappointment, thinking to herself, where is Tiger now...

Just as Kelly put down her telescope, the bus in Valencia where Tiger was located had just approached the French Stadium. Countless Valencia fans who failed to enter the field immediately gathered at both sides of the lane and began to cheer at the bus.

"Gezka! Gazka!"

"Claudio! Claudio!"

"Tiger!Tiger!"

Valencia's three musketeers in the frontcourt were naturally the players who were called the most names, while more were fans who shouted long live Valencia. Valencia's players opened the window and waved to the fans outside frequently. Their actions also aroused huge cheers from the fans.

After the bus drove out the dedicated passage, Valencia's players got off the bus and came to the locker room.

They quietly changed their clothes, and then led by the assistant coach, they walked out of the player passage and started to warm up.

When the first Valencia player appeared at the entrance of the player's passage, the Valencia fans who occupied half of the stands immediately cheered loudly. Kelly was also excited and immediately stood up, holding a telescope to look at the player's passage.

"The first one, don't know, the second one, don't know..." Kelly ruled out and stared at the next one. Soon, the telescope's lens immediately locked a person. The moment she saw him, Kelly suddenly felt a little hot in her eyes.

Tiger and Mendieta walked out of the player channel while talking and laughing. Of course, he didn't know that Kelly was looking at him with a telescope. He maintained a calm mind at this time - he had already experienced it in the final of last season, and at this time he had only peace of mind.

However, when he was in the same group as Mendita and warmed up with each other on his shoulders, he felt Mendita's hands on his shoulders trembling slightly. Obviously, this fighter of Basque blood also felt excited and nervous at this moment.

"Hey, Gazka, do you know what I thought last season when I was at Camp Nou?"

Tiger pretended to be relaxed and wanted to distract Menditta's attention. After distracting, he often became less nervous.

Anyone with eyes can see that Penelope is completely in a vacuum today, and at most he has a breast patch - otherwise he won't be beating so hard!

"Why did I suddenly feel that what attracts people today is not only the ball on the court, but also the two balls on the stands..."

Mr. Clement, a reporter from The Sun, swallowed and said to his partner in a lewd manner: "Hey, you said, please Penelope will take a photo of a girl in one and three versions for us. It will definitely have a good effect, right? I'm so kind, this pair of big things is not worse than Jordan... Of course, I'm talking about Jordan before breast augmentation surgery..."

"Stop kidding, man, he is the number one beauty in Spain, how could he be a third-version girl for us... The pay for a movie is more than taking ten three-version photos!" The partner said angrily.

"Oh." Clement reluctantly pulled his eyes out of the waves, and then turned his gaze to the court.

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"I think the importance of this game doesn't need me to say anything more." Cooper's low voice rang in the locker room: "Although I said in an interview before that even if we only won the runner-up, we have created history... But in fact, do we need this kind of bullshit history? Real Madrid already has seven Champions Leagues, and we don't have one, but this does not mean that we are worse than them! At least in today's game, the seven Champions League trophys they have won are of no use for this game! We are the best players in the Champions League this season! We scored the most goals and conceded the least, and we were the champions for granted! Now, on the court, there are eleven opponents that need us to defeat. If we walk across their bodies, we will reach the top! Win the most important trophy in our career! Now, tell me what our Valencia goal is in this game!"

With Cooper waving his fist, Valencia's players collectively shouted: "Champion! Only the champion! is our goal!"

"That's right! Only the champion is our goal! We are really strong, but no matter how strong the team is, there will be no more opportunities to participate in the Champions League finals! We can't think about anything. "Oh, it doesn't matter if you lose, there is still a future." Or, "We are satisfied that we can reach the finals, and the next one is just icing on the cake..." We must not have such an idea! Because Real Madrid may have several more chances to enter the Champions League finals in the next few seasons, but we may not have such an opportunity.

Yes! Because we are small teams! We are not a giant! So we have a greater desire for victory! This desire is where we beat Real Madrid, so we must win this game!" Cooper's roar echoed in the locker room. He was not a coach who was used to yelling on the sidelines and in the locker room. This was very different from Ferguson. Tiger didn't see Cooper shouting in the locker room a few times. However, this time, he shouted before the game started, shouting with passion and heart-wrenching.

"You must win! You must win!"

Valencia players, who were already excited by the atmosphere of the finals and Cooper's dispatch, shouted over and over again, and Tiger was among them - although it was already participating in the finals of the Champions League for the second time, Tiger's enthusiasm for this game has never been reduced.

"Okay, let's go now and use our performance to prove that we can win this game and we can make Real Madrid surrender!"

Seeing that the players' emotions had almost been mobilized, Cooper waved his hand violently, and the assistant coach guarding the goal opened the door. Mendieta took the lead, and Valencia's players walked out of the locker room and headed towards the players' passage!

When the players on both sides were waiting to play in the player passage, the scene began to become serious, and there was no longer any chatting and jokes between compatriots. The players on both sides looked ahead and never looked at the side.

Valencia's starting lineup is no different from before, with goalkeeper Canisales, defenders Anguema, Caboni, Pellegrino, Jukic, midfielders Gerard, Farinos, Mendeta and Kili Gonzalez, and the forwards are Lopez's sudden breakthrough, and Tiger drags back.

Real Madrid's head coach Boske sent a five-three-two formation - their Dutch midfielder Seidorf went to Inter Milan during the winter transfer, which also allowed Boske to justify the midfielder to lose one person - the goalkeeper is Casillas who has become the main player this season. The young Real Madrid goalkeeper has endured a severe test in this bad season and has also begun to grow rapidly - the existence of Casillas in Real Madrid's youth training camp was one of the biggest reasons why Real Madrid gave up Canisales, so in this game, Canisales can also prove something before Real Madrid's down, among the five defenders

The two wings are Salgado and Robert Carlos, and the middle is Jero, Kalanca and Elgra. In the midfield, Redondo dragged behind, McManaman and Raul appeared on the two wings - Raul is more of a drag-back organization, while the two forwards are Anelka and Morientes - Boske used this method to solve the problem of whether the three forwards can coexist. Boske is very proficient in this move. When later generations arranged for Real Madrid's extremely luxurious midfield, he adopted the approach of letting Beckham drag back, Figo was on the right, and Zidane was the left front guard on the surface, but actually was the front midfielder, leaving the left corridor to Robert Carlos.

The three referees looked at the watch and began to move forward. Just like a call, the players on both sides also began to move forward and towards the game venue!

When Tiger, who was ranked last in Valencia, walked to the end of the player's passage, his eyes lit up, and a tide of cheers surged towards him, and then, the Champions League trophy placed at the exit of the player's passage!

"This champion must belong to me!" Tiger said to himself loudly in his heart.
Chapter completed!