Volume 7, Chapter 130: Hymn to the Prince

In Manchester's Chinatown, Zhou Tiancheng's fan bar was extremely noisy and lively this night.

Rooney was the most excited one. He blushed and hugged Zhou Tiancheng when he drank until his neck was thick: "Zhou, come on, hurry up."

Zhou Tiancheng's face was already sallow, and he limped and put the wine glass on the table: "No, no, fat, it's really...too strong to drink, vomit!"

Before Zhou Tiancheng could finish speaking, he went straight to the bathroom. He is not like an English player like Wayne Rooney, who can drink and play football, and is awesome. To be honest, as a player who has come out of the German football environment and youth training system, this subverts Zhou Tiancheng's cognition a bit. Anyway, he can't. This time Rooney was forced to drink one-on-one, it really can only be regarded as his unlucky luck.

"Hey, Zhou, is it really not enough? You only have two glasses, look at me!" Rooney shouted at Zhou Tiancheng holding an empty bottle in one hand, one of which was the best bottle he had just won in the Manchester Derby. Champagne is well received. In fact, he is still in a good mood. Apart from the derby, he has also found a field where he can find a sense of superiority in Zhou Tiancheng.

Zhou Tiancheng can't drink, but Yang Cheng has a good time with the stars of Manchester United, and it's not worthwhile to fight with big men like Fellaini and Smalling.

Of course, since Giggs got caught last time, everyone now knows what Yang Cheng does, and they are careful when drinking with him. To save Zhou Tiancheng's face, everyone was still very polite to him, but Yang Cheng served him a cup, but no one really took it.

"Ha, come on, Wayne, you can drink enough, that is, Giggs didn't come today... By the way, I just want to ask you, did you practice this skill with Giggs? Huh? He But there are nightclub rumors, haha!"

Rooney just smiled, clinked glasses with Yang Cheng lightly, and didn't say much.

"Hey, did Zhou Tiancheng say how to deal with Chelsea in the next game? If you win the championship this season, you may have to face the madman Mourinho next season."

"Who knows what will happen in the future? If you want to know, you can ask him." Rooney was obviously guarding against Yang Cheng, for fear that what he said wrong would become a hot topic the next day.

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"Hey, Yang, are you here today? Huh? There are so many people, my God, isn't this...isn't today a Manchester United party?"

Just as Yang Cheng raised his wine glass and was about to take a sip, a voice came from the door. He turned his head and saw a stooped figure appearing at the door.

It seemed that he and Yang Cheng were very familiar, but when the Manchester United players heard the voice, the players who were still in the hall all turned their heads, with almost the same expression on their faces, showing a hint of surprise and doubt.

Just looking at the attire of the person at the door, it definitely doesn't fit in with the place they are standing on. Although Zhou Tiancheng didn't take care of this bar much, Yang Cheng was very caring. The style of the bar is very stylish, not the top high-end atmosphere, but at least it is worthy of these stars.

Look at the man in front of him again, his hair is already grey, he looks like he should be of the generation of the fathers of the young people in front of him, the white clothes are decent, as the old saying goes, a man depends on his clothes and a horse depends on his saddle... But this It was the only part of his body that was more visible. What made everyone feel unacceptable was the scar that pierced through the left side of this man's face, in the shape of a centipede. As he walked in, even the most courageous would have to gasp.

The scar on Franck Ribery's left face was often the object of ridicule before he became famous, so that when he was young in Ligue 1 and clashed with his opponents, the French media often used the scar on his face The scar speaks the truth—this lucky guy who got a chance from the C-League finally revealed his true nature, and he is a vicious person in his bones!

No one likes a person with this look, even a big name like Ribery will be criticized, not to mention this old man in front of him... who looks like he still has a disease.

But this old man has something even more different, he looks like he is seriously ill,

But he also had a guitar slung across his back.

He raised his voice and called out to Yang Cheng, and then coughed and panted heavily.

Many players showed impatient expressions on their faces, but Yang Cheng stood up with a smile. Everyone saw this and endured it, but they all stepped aside, not wanting to have more contact with this person in front of them.

"They are all here, ha! I knew it was right to come here. I have been here so many times. It seems that I am lucky today. Yang, they are all here. They must have come that week? Huh? What about others, ours As for the prince, I have prepared a big gift today, hahaha, let him come out, and Chen Te will come and kowtow!"

"Peter, you're still the same, what are you doing behind your back, you don't show off your skills every time you come here." Yang Cheng said, ready to pick the guitar on his body.

"Don't move, ha, this is my baby, and my skill can be exposed casually? But today you seem to be lucky."

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"Brother Cheng, let me introduce you. This is our old man who often comes to our place, Raman Pete. He has always wanted to see you."

Zhou Tiancheng still tried his best to be polite, although the way old Pete took off the guitar and put it on his chest from time to time touched it reminded him of the high-level beggars who saw singing under the flyover in China when he was a child.

As soon as Old Pete saw him, he was very excited: "Zhou, our Prince of Manchester United, ha, I hope my appearance doesn't scare you."

Zhou Tiancheng shook his head, the other party reached out to pat him on the shoulder, Zhou Tiancheng shrank subconsciously, but he held back in the end.

"Peter, why do you want to come to my place today? You haven't been here for a month."

Old Pete waved his hand: "We are going to play Chelsea in the next game, can I not come and sit down? Even if it is just to get some news, it is good, but it seems that God still takes good care of me as an old man."

Old Pete leaned forward, stared at Zhou Tiancheng closely, and pointed to the scar on his face: "Zhou, isn't it scary to look at me like this?"

Zhou Tiancheng smiled.

"I know I know, don't worry, many people are scared. Do you have any curiosity to know how it came about?"

"Is it convenient?" Zhou Tiancheng worried about bringing out some sad things.

"There's nothing bad to say." Old Pete smiled. "I got it outside Highbury Stadium ten years ago, in the 2003-04 season, when Arsenal won the championship unbeaten."

Zhou Tiancheng was taken aback. He didn't know enough about the Premier League, but he did know this period of history. It was true that Arsenal had a rare opponent that season. In the entire Premier League, only Ferguson's Manchester United could compete with Wenger's team, but it seemed that there was no large-scale conflict at that time!

Old Pete seemed to see Zhou Tiancheng's doubts: "That's just a trivial matter, haha, I just can't understand the bastards at Arsenal at that time, they dared to provoke Manchester United, even if they ranked first, so what? In their What about the territory? I still punched the fat guy who jumped in front of me."

Zhou Tiancheng suddenly laughed, and then... in his territory, he would have to pay it back sooner or later...

"If we had one more you at that time, even if we gave Arsenal another Henry, they would have to crawl out of the pitch on their knees! Zhou, you are the strongest midfielder I have ever seen. I don't miss Paul S. Coles, you are better than him! I think you deserve a hymn that belongs to you."

Old Pete said as he took off his guitar.

"No way, Pete, are you serious?" Yang Cheng's eyes lit up, he didn't expect old Pete to have such a skill.

The old man smiled at him: "Actually, I still have a lot of secrets. Do you want to know? This is a hymn for our prince. You can listen to it next to you. It's cheap for you."

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