Football Card System
EP02
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Old John's Bistro is located on a side street corner in East London. Business is bleak on weekdays, but today is full of guests.
Since today is the day of the Champions League final - the 2007-2008 season, the Champions League final, both teams face two teams from England: Manchester United vs Chelsea! Now all competitions in the English domestic league have ended, before the start of the new season, only this match can be watched, so it attracts a lot of fans, both Manchester United and Chelsea fans. They were all willing to have a beer at the pub, and chat with friends while watching football.
It has become a British tradition to watch football in pubs. Probably because too many people are watching football these days. Old John's bistro is rarely ushered into a day of prosperity.
Since it was watching the match, the atmosphere in the pub would naturally be noisy and warm, but at this time, it was, the old John Bistro is as quiet as an upscale cafe - if not for rusty doors and windows and a strong beer smell mixed with sweat and pungent smoke.
There was no big wave in the match. Chelsea are on the ball at the moment, but the scoreline is Manchester United one-0 up. It was a header from Cristiano Ronaldo in the 26th minute of the game.
After Manchester United scored, the atmosphere of the game began to look ordinary, compared to iron defense, Chelsea's offensive ability was not as strong as their defense.
But it wasn't the lackluster Champions League final that kept many fans in the tavern quiet, but one man.
A man, dressed in black, with a high black coat collar covered his face, and his thick black hair could only see the figure of an oriental man. Even when sitting in a chair, drinkers almost the height of this man can be estimated - definitely more than 180 centimeters.
There were several bottles of whiskey on the table The man fell silent for a while, then raised the cup in his hand.
It's like drinking water, and a thick glass of alcohol is drunk at once.. It contains a high-strength whiskey that the British call "the water of life"!
The big white Brits who blushed also swallowed. Some looked at each other, and some looked with admiration or even worship in their eyes.
"How much is this bottle?"
"Seventh bottle, right?"
"It looks like this is the eighth bottle ..."
The attention of the drinkers was really attracted to this man Compared to the boring game, a man who drank seven or eight bottles of spirit without changing his face could attract people's attention better.
Dangmu ...
The sound of a wine bottle knocking on a wine glass.
Another bottle of whiskey is empty ...
The man turned around, and only then did the drinkers see the Oriental's appearance.
Sword eyebrows, deep eye sockets, pointed nose bridge, thin lips, angular and firm face, two sharp eyes make people afraid to look at each other ...
This is definitely not a shitty person!
The drinkers who had been staring at this oriental man, mostly attracted their gaze.
“Isn't this Chelsea coach ?!” A voice that was deliberately lowered was heard.
“Yes, yes, I remember, it was the Chinese coach from Chelsea !!!” Someone echoed with a hangover.
"Chelsea Coach? Hey, work, don't tease me, now the Chelsea coach is Grant, and now he and his team are in Russia. And do you think Abramovich from Russia would hire a Chinese to coach Chelsea? ? "
"Yes! I heard the Russians are racist!"
"I hate Abramovich, even though I'm a Chelsea fan!"
"What I said is true. His name is Gao Bo. He is Chinese. He led Chelsea U18s to win the FA Youth Cup just half a month ago !!" A man with red eyes stood up while drinking. It's No shirt. 8 Chelsea - these are Chelsea or Lampard fans.
The shop was a little quiet, and people looked at the man again.
On the football field, although not many East Asians, one or two people are often seen at weekly matches. There are also some Chinese who play in the Premier League. Sun Jihai of Manchester City and Zheng of Charlton Chi wait ...
The coach's words ... In the impression of the fans, I have never seen an East Asian coach in a major European league.
But leading Chelsea U18 to FA Youth Cup glory was enough to explain the strength of this man, In the arena, the winner is king, he said, so no one is questioning whether this guy deserves to be the coach of Chelsea's youth team.
"Hey, trick, your story's gone. I heard Gao Bo was sacked by Chelsea ..."
"Oh ......"
Inside the pub, fans glanced at Gao Bo with sympathy.
It turns out to be an unlucky person who is unemployed.
"Didn't he just win the FA Youth Cup with Chelsea U18?"
"I heard Abu didn't like it ..."
"How did I hear that I offended the Chelsea director ..."
"The coach who won the championship was sacked, and the tradition of English football has been lost at Chelsea."
"I blame that fucking Russian ..."
"I heard Abu is racist !!"
"The Russians have always been so savage ..."
In the winery, the wine was hot, and the British began launching map cannons against the Russians.
"Master ..."
Gao Bo turned around and flicked his finger.
The bartender immediately delivered a bottle of whiskey.
In the eyes of the British at the bar, either admired or sympathetic, a glass of whiskey was consumed.
A cup of alcoholic beverages, but Gao Bo does not taste anything Compared to Chinese liquor like Erguotou, although the power of whiskey is not low, it does not taste as arrogant as liquor.
"Hey, Chinese, aren't you a coach, look at me, what position should I play?"
A fat fat man staggered to Gao Bo's side.
Gao Bo frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him.Thin curtains that only Gao Bo could see appeared out of thin air.
Explosive power: 20
Oh, that sucks ...
Durability: 22
Can you still play football with that kind of resilience?
...
Following the series of data that appeared on the light screen, Gao Bo looked at them one by one.Even if this fat man was placed in the amateur arena, it was basically a waste. In terms of data, there is basically no way to view other data except weights ...
Goalkeeper Technique: 55
! ! ! !
Gao Bo was shocked!
Is this fat guy trash a goalkeeper?
Gao Bo could not hold a high view on the fat goalkeeper with his big tongue.
A goalkeeper with 55 skill can be said to be very good at the amateur event, it's a pity this fat man is too fat, otherwise there must be a low-level league team that is interested in this fat man.
“I think you are very fat, the only position that suits you is the goalkeeper.” Gao Bo retracted his gaze, and the curtain of light disappeared.
Gao Bo hasn't had time to explore the source of this curtain of light closely, but he knows it's a very useful thing for football coaches - you can see the attributes of a person, you can see the attributes of a person, which is not equivalent to FM for coaches.
Too bad you can only use it once a day. Cheaper to use on your fat man today.
Gao Bo grilled and drank.
“Do you know this too?” The fat man scratched the back of his head.
"Omong empty, old Kenny, you're so fat, of course you can only be a goalkeeper, because the goalkeeper doesn't have to run ..."
"Ha ha ha..."
There is a lot of fun in the pub.
Fat goalkeeper Kenny did not care about the taunts.
“See the results of this game?” Kenny asked while pointing to the TV screen.
"Chelsea will equal the score ..." Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it.
It is now the 44th minute of the game, and Manchester United are still leading Chelsea 1-0.
"Impossible, Manchester United wouldn't give Chelsea such an opportunity ..."
"The first brother is almost over. The players on both sides probably thought about the second half ..."
The fans at the bar are talking about it. England fans know the ball very well and will not change their view just because of the judgement of a professional number like Gao Bo.
Fatty Kenny grinned, and even drank a few mouthfuls in a wine bottle.
"Hey, let's bet. If Chelsea score before half-time is over, your drink money today counts as mine. If you don't make it, I'll have a free drink today ..." The strong man closed his eyes, "Dare to gamble, Chinese?"
"Hey, old Kenny, you're so no good ..."
"Isn't this oppression ..."
There was injustice in the pub.
"Then I would like to thank you for the treat today ..." Gao Bo grinned and toasted. As a person before, he knew very well what the UEFA Champions League game was like this time ~ www.mtlnovel.com ~ At this moment, the first half of the game lasted for 45 minutes and was nearing the end of the round. Essien took a kick away from outside the box, even he did not intend to do anything with the ball, but he did a good kick at the end. He faced Ronaldo in the first half. As a result, the ball hit Ferdinand's feet, then hit Vidic's back, the ball fell into the middle of the penalty box after two blocks. This position was not close to the goalkeeper Van der Sar, he could not get the ball out, and wanted to hit the ball, but in the end fell. Lampard who happened to follow, ran into this position from outside the penalty box, kicked the goal, and the ball glided smoothly towards the goal. 1 to 1, Chelsea equalized the score.
There was cheering in the pub. Anyway, this is London. Chelsea's fan base in London is still better than Manchester United.
There were also some fans who held the forehead with both hands, obviously frustrating because Chelsea had equalised the score.
But whether it was cheers or frustration, the fans quickly refocused their attention on Gao Bo.
Gao Bo had just said that Chelsea would score, and Chelsea did. Is there anything more magical than this?
Kenny was also one of the cheering spectators, this fat old man was also a Chelsea fan.
"Coach Gao Bo, even if you drink, it will count as mine today !!!"
Gao Bo ignored the painful Kenny who patted him on the shoulder, he looked at Lampard who was celebrating.
Then no team scored in the second half, then played overtime, then Terry slipped, and then Manchester United won the Champions League trophy.
The next story is like this!
Memories from 2018 entangled with thoughts from 2008. Gao Bo looked at the TV screen, his fingers turning white as he held the wine glass.