Chapter 148 Tickets

The hotel business in Madrid has become better, and it is impossible to book an empty room at this time. The main reason for this is the English.

As the English national team reached the World Championships for the first time in 50 years, it caused a huge response in England. Many English fans who had no plans to come to Spain to watch the game on site packed their luggage and set off to Madrid. The tickets for the finals were hard to come by, but these Englishmen still hoped to meet people who refunded the tickets outside the Bernabeu Stadium.

As for not having a place to live? That's not a problem. To watch football, sleep on the streets. Many English fans carry tents with them, as if they are going to camp in the deep mountains and forests. The fanaticism of English fans can be seen.

Due to the influx of English fans, the Madrid Municipal Government had to issue temporary orders to allow major parks to open at night for fans who did not book hotel rooms.

"I feel particularly happy when I see them!" In the seat of an open-air bar, Skinny Bill pointed to the rows of spectacular colorful tents across the street and sighed. "We don't have to sleep on the street, and there are tickets for the finals!"

His voice was a little louder, and immediately attracted the attention of people around him. John found that each of them had a flash of eagerness and desire in his eyes. He knew that those people did not have any tickets yet. At this time, he would become very sensitive when he heard anything about the tickets.

"Worry, stupid! Do you want us to be besieged?" John slapped Bill's head.

"Uh..." Bill shrank his neck and lowered his head to drink. But after a while, he stretched again: "There are still five hours before the game starts, and it's really hard to bear... Why don't we wait at the hotel of England like everyone else? Maybe we can still get the player's signature..."

John glared at him: "Have you forgotten what kind of person Tony is? At this time, let alone fans, even reporters are driven far away by him. Do you think you can get anything?"

"Ah, that's right...every time Nottingham Forest has a final, this is the case. Hey, do you think Tony will be nervous?"

"Nervous?" others were puzzled.

"Yes, although he is not the rookie who coached the first day, this is his first final as the head coach of the national team, and we have never won the European Cup final."

After Bill said this, everyone began to ponder. After a while, someone murmured: "Have anyone ever seen Tony nervous?"

He looked at everyone, and everyone shook his head back.

"I remember Tony was never afraid of anyone. On the first day of going to Burns' bar, I dared to fight with Michael, haha! You must know that Michael is our famous fighting expert!" someone said with a smile.

But when it comes to Michael, everyone's emotions suddenly sank. They all remembered this old friend who had not met for a long time. Now he is working hard for his family and career in the United States. He doesn't know if he is still paying attention to football or whether he knows that England has entered the European Cup final. Each of them is an avid fan, but the story of football brings to each of them is different. He only brings to Michael once, but it is unforgettable.

The speaker also realized that he had mentioned a name that he shouldn't have mentioned. He laughed dryly and lowered his head to drink to cover it up.

"I know that every time Tony reaches the finals, he will send Michael a ticket. It's a pity that he has never had such a chance since he resigned from the Forests. I wonder if this time will be the same?" Fatty John took the initiative to mention their old friends.

When John mentioned the past, everyone became more and more silent. They seemed to be wondering whether old friends on the other side of the earth had received tickets.

Michael was wearing a suit at the door. The briefcase was placed next to him. It was seven in the morning of Western Time and he had to go out to work.

The wife held the child and saw him off at the door.

"If there was no social engagement at night, I would come back for dinner..." He kissed his wife, but his wife avoided it.

"You will come back for dinner no matter what." His wife glared at him. "You won't even remember Shannon's birthday, do you?"

"Ah..." Michael showed an apology on his face.

"What are you thinking these days? Michael? Always absent-minded. You can get distracted when eating." His wife complained dissatisfied.

"I'm sorry, I'm too busy with work. Recently, the company seems to have people to adjust and the pressure is high..." Michael could only comfort him kindly. "When I've been busy for this period, I will definitely take a few days off to accompany you mother and daughter out for fun." Speaking of this, he squeezed the pink face of his little daughter who was held by his wife. "I'm sorry, Shannon. Dad forgot your birthday. Don't be angry."

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Michael smiled at his wife: "Look, our little princess is not angry."

"I really can't do anything to you." The wife curled her lips helplessly, and this time she took the initiative to give her a kiss before leaving.

After a affectionate kiss, Michael opened the door and walked out.

Sitting in his Ford, Michael was waiting for the green light at the intersection. He put his hands on the steering wheel, but his eyes caught a glimpse of the black briefcase in the passenger seat. His wife was very careful in observing. He was indeed absent-minded these days, but it was not because of the work pressure. He was busy because he must be busy. But he has been so busy for so many years, and he has never forgotten his son Gavin Bernard's Day.

The reason why he was restless these days was lying quietly in his briefcase.

Michael looked up at the traffic light in front of him. The red light seemed a bit long this time, and it was normal to get traffic jams during working hours. He simply took the briefcase and took out an envelope from it. The handwriting on the envelope was very familiar, and seeing the words seemed to see his face.

Michael opened the envelope and took out what was inside - a ticket to the European Cup finals.

Americans are still pitifully less enthusiastic about football than Europe. They are even more indifferent to the European Cup, which has nothing to do with the United States, and there are few reports on the news media. Some time ago, the media were paying attention to the NBA finals, and the Lakers fought with the 76 people to the death. The basketball fans around the world are crazy about it. This is like two completely different worlds from Europe.

Michael is not a basketball fan. He was not before, but now, and probably won't be there in the future. But he has indeed not cared about football for a long time. Now when he sees this ticket, he knows that Tony Don must have led England to the finals of the European Cup.

This is a thing to be happy about. After all, England has not reached the finals of any World Championships in 50 years. But this ticket has brought back more memories, and it does not belong to England at all. It does not belong to the European Cup.

He still abides by his promise to his wife back then, so in the past two years, when Tang En no longer sent him final tickets, his life had nothing to do with football. He worked hard every day to promote and support his family. Three years ago, his wife gave birth to a daughter for him, and the focus of the family shifted to his daughter Shannon Bernard. He loved his daughter and devoted all his love. He didn't want Gavin's story to happen to Shannon. His wife also loved her daughter very much. Every time she saw her daughter's innocent smile, she could make her forget the pain of losing her beloved son.

But two years later, a ticket sent from the European continent reminded Michael of his crazy passionate years for football.

He began to seriously consider whether there was a place for him to watch a game without interruption during his lunch break.

The harsh horn sound awakened Michael in his memory. Only then did he realize that the signal light in front had turned green, and the back had already become a long dragon. The sound of whistles urging the bastard in front was urging the bastard in front.

Michael put the ticket back into the envelope and moved the car out slowly.

Chris Lack stood alone in a quiet cemetery. There were really few people here, and the thick shade of trees covered the sky. The temperature was one or two degrees lower than outside, and occasionally there were a few birds singing. Apart from that, no sounds made by other creatures could be heard.

This was only his second time, the first time was at Gavin Bernard's funeral. All members of Nottingham Forest attended, and even the chairman of the elderly and weak club sent his assistant, so he, the youth team coach, was naturally not absent.

He never came here again after that. For some people, the children who died that day were one of the most important people in their lives, but for David Chris Lark, he didn't feel that way.

Two days ago, Chris Lack, who was on vacation at home, suddenly received a call from Donn. On the phone, Donn asked Chris Lack to do him a favor, because Donn used to do this by himself, but now Donn is far away in Spain, he cannot leave the team and fly back to Nottingham alone, so he can only ask his friends in Nottingham to help.

The next day Chris Lack received a express delivery containing a ticket.

Today, he came here to give Gavin Bernard the tickets.

Of course. He did not forget to buy a bouquet of flowers, this was not what Tang En asked for. Since he came to visit Gavin, then giving a bouquet of flowers is a necessary etiquette.

When the flowers were carefully placed in front of the tombstone, Chris Lack also noticed the small lines below the tombstone.

He suddenly felt that things were impermanent. The most loyal fan of Nottingham Forest was buried here, and he himself left the Forest team, where he had worked for more than ten years, and is still at home.

Don Eun didn't know if he would come back, but maybe the time in his life belonged to Nottingham Forest has come to an end, and he has to start seriously considering the invitations from several other clubs.

"Gavin. This is the first time I chatted with you, but I didn't expect that this is the case." Chris Lark smiled self-deprecatingly, "Tonyto, I'll give you the tickets, and I want to take this opportunity to say goodbye to you. Thank you for your support for the team, but you are also very sad to see the Nottingham Forest today? I tried my best, but it's a pity... It's okay... It's at least we're still in the Super League. Think about fourteen years ago, we were still struggling in the First Division. Maybe this is the positioning of Nottingham Forest. No team can win and never defeat, and no team can always dominate European football. We have done it before, and there is nothing to regret."

He took out the ticket and lit it with a lighter as Tang En said, and waited until the flames burned to his fingertips before letting go. A piece of black and gray ticket fell down and fell on the flowers and turned into ashes.

"It's great to be a fan... Goodbye, Gavin, remember to watch the finals."

Chris Lack waved at the tombstone and turned toward the cemetery exit.

A gust of wind behind him blew the flowers in front of the tombstone and the black ashes. The dense woods made a rustling sound, as if saying goodbye to Chris Lack.

Tang Jing sat on her husband's legs and acted coquettishly. Their son had just been taken back to his hometown in China and handed over to his grandparents to take. The couple could enjoy the world of two. In her plan, she would have a romantic candlelight dinner with her husband tonight, then put on her newly bought sexy underwear, and linger with her husband in the bed.

However, her husband was blocked back before she could even say her plan.

"I can finally be undisturbed when I watch the game at night." Tang hugged Tang Jing and suddenly said this, Tang Jing's heart suddenly became cold.

"It's not a Chinese team game, what do you think you are doing?"

"I am a football coach, and I must master any information related to football." Tang was also wondering why Tang Jing asked such a lack of level questions.

Tang Jing gave him a blank look. “But tonight…” She wanted to say something but stopped. Tang must know what she meant.

Sure enough, Tang knew it, but the reaction made her angry.

"It's OK that night, the European Cup finals only once every four years..."

Tang Jing was so angry that she was so angry that she had smoked her orifices, but she had to admit that there was nothing wrong with this sentence itself. She really can have sex every night, and she will have to wait for four years in the next European Cup final.

"You...can't you watch the video!"

"Of course you have to watch the video, but the live broadcast of the game is also very important..." Tang still sticks to his principles - tonight, football is more important than sex.

Tang Jing stood up from Tang's thighs angrily, and had not forgotten to pinch Tang's shoulders hard. Tang's grinned in pain did not relieve Tang Jing's anger at all.

She had decided to interfere while Don was watching the game.

For the simple Tang, tonight is a football night. But for Tang Jing, tonight is a hand-to-hand battle between her and her husband, she wants to see if she is more charming or more charming in football.

Compete with me for a man? I want to make you look good, football!
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