Chapter 153 World Wave

May 1st, International Labor Day.

In Spain, all shops are closed on May 1st, International Labor Day, so the entire Madrid city is empty, and almost no shop will open.

According to the living habits of the Spanish, their main entertainment and activities on this day are drinking and chatting.

But this year's May 1st Labor Day is obviously different from previous years, because this year's Madrid is full of a solemn atmosphere.

Many foreigners who came from nowhere, wearing red and white arrow stripes jerseys that obviously do not belong to Real Madrid, wandered in the city of Madrid. They shouted slogans to kill Real Madrid in groups, and they even raised various flags to support their team.

You know, this is the territory of Real Madrid. If it weren't for the police who were still on duty on holidays standing at every intersection as if facing a great enemy, and the deterrent power brought by the police car with flashing lights next to the police, I believe there will be some Real Madrid fans rushing up and giving this group of Dutch people a hard lesson.

As night fell, there were fewer and fewer pedestrians in the city. More people walked into the Bernabeu Stadium, or returned home, watching the TV, waiting for the upcoming live broadcast, but the police did not relax at all. On the contrary, they patrolled every road in the city and set up temporary posts at every intersection.

Helicopters circled back and forth over the city, but did not approach the Bernabeu Stadium because they were worried that this would affect the game going on in the stadium.

Around the Bernabeu Stadium, the police surrounded the place like an iron barrel. All fans who could not buy tickets were divided into two groups. Real Madrid fans and Ajax fans were separated, each in different city squares, watching the live broadcast on the huge display screens that the city government had already prepared.

The night gradually darkened, the game had already started, and the streets were so quiet that there were no mosquitoes.

"I really envy Garcia. Their team can be on duty in the stadium!"

At a sentry post at a crossroads south of the Bernabeu Stadium, a young police officer complained to his colleagues.

"I don't think they are happy, because they have to face their backs to the stadium!" The colleague said with a smile.

Police officers who enter the stadium for duty must face their backs to the stadium and face the stands. This is indeed a torture for many police officers, because they can hear the movement but cannot watch the game on site. This kind of depression of seeing but not eating is also very torturous.

"We can only hear the sound vaguely!" The young police officer looked at the brightly lit Bernabeu Stadium not far away and sighed in his heart, "By the way, who is the head coach of the Ajax team that came tonight?"

"Chinese, 28 years old, very young." The older police officer said here, curled his lips, "But it seems that he has offended the group of uncrowned kings of our Marca newspaper, so..." After that, he laughed tacitly.

In their opinion, the comments of the reporters of Marca on Ye Qiu in the newspaper were more of a fun-filled mood. They have long been accustomed to the tone of newspapers and media that are afraid of chaos.

"Can they beat our Real Madrid?" asked the young police officer.

When he said this, the expression of the older police officer immediately became solemn, "I don't know, I heard that this team is in trouble."

At this time, the walkie-talkie on the shoulder of the older police officer came with a rustling signal, "Lima Crossing Post, Lima Crossing Post, Odeya, report the situation, OVER!"

The older police officer immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and put it to his mouth, "Lima Crossing Post Odeya, everything is normal here." But he did not say OVER, but after a pause, he asked the walkie-talkie: "Lima Crossing Post, please ask the headquarters, what is the score now?"

"Lima Crossing Post, the score is still 0:0, OVER!" Instead of criticizing, the other side answered.

"The sentry at the Lima intersection heard it!" O'Dea laughed, "Please notify me immediately if there is any news, OVER!"

The intercom was quickly turned off, and the young police officer opposite O'Dea cursed with a worried look on his face.

"According to the time, it should be the second half, right?"

O'Dea nodded, "Damn the Dutch, they are so difficult to deal with, it's really worrying!"

He believed that at this moment, the fans of Real Madrid in Madrid, Spain, and even the world must be as worried as him, and they just wanted to twist off the heads of Ajax players and the Chinese with a very difficult name.

"We have so many stars, we should be able to win!" the young police officer hoped.

O'Dea wanted to tell this young colleague that having more stars sometimes does not necessarily mean victory, but he couldn't say it, so he felt that what Real Madrid needed at this moment was the prayers of their fans, not doubts.

"There's not even a single person on the street. Headquarters shouldn't let us work overtime, they should let us go to watch the game." The young police officer was obviously very dissatisfied with working overtime on holidays, but it was not because of the hard work, but because he couldn't watch the game.

Every minute and every second of time seemed to be very slow.

At the quiet Lima intersection, they could only see that the people on the opposite intersection were equally bored, but they were all worried about their colleagues on the team.

Two people form a team, and two teams are responsible for one intersection. If it is a larger intersection with more people, more police forces will be deployed. In some large squares where fans gather, a large part of the police force will be assembled, for fear that a fan riot will happen accidentally.

When the time jumped to 22:20, the game time should have been 80 minutes in the second half, but there was still no news.

The whole Madrid seemed to have become a pot of boiling water, with countless emotions brewing and waiting to explode.

Is it happy? Or depressed? Is it success? Or failure?

Just when everyone was a little impatient and impatient, the whole city, from the helicopters in the sky to the sentry police on the ground, all the walkie-talkies sounded at almost the same time.

A hoarse shout came from the walkie-talkie.

"The ball is in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"The great Zidane scored a goal, a world wave!"

When O'Dea heard the news, he was stunned at first, and then he was hugged tightly by his colleagues who were so excited that they forgot everything.

The whole Madrid turned into a pot of boiling water, and the crazy mood spread rapidly in the city.

All Real Madrid fans were celebrating wildly, venting their excitement about the team's goal.

Zidane, the French superstar who joined Real Madrid at the world's highest price, showed his superstar value in this crucial game. In the 83rd minute, he scored a great world wave for Real Madrid!

The whole city was shouting Zidane's name. At this moment, he was the city hero of Madrid.

"Attention, all units, attention, enter the highest level of alert, say it again, enter the highest level of alert immediately!"

The latest order from the headquarters came from the intercom. Obviously, the game was about to end, and the police needed to worry about the fans from the visiting team.

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When the Swedish referee blew the whistle to end the game, Ye Qiu squatted on the grass of the visiting team's coaching bench at the Bernabeu Stadium.

He held his head, not letting anyone see his expression at this moment, but everyone could easily feel the unwillingness and grief emanating from the young head coach.

In both rounds of the game, Ajax performed better. In the first round at the Arena Stadium, Ajax had the advantage, but in the end it was a 1:1 draw. In the second round, Ajax took the initiative and launched a fierce attack from the beginning, threatening Real Madrid's goal again and again, but the young Casillas was like a god in front of the goal, blocking high and low, and at least resolved Ajax's 3 must-goal opportunities.

Ajax players showed more fighting spirit and a stronger desire to win, so even in the second half, when they were physically exhausted, they still maintained a strong fighting spirit and frequently launched attacks on Real Madrid's hinterland. On the contrary, Real Madrid's overall rhythm was restrained by Ajax. They were not used to playing in such a fast pace and under Ajax's strong pressure and pressing. They couldn't play the beautiful football that they were proud of.

But Ajax still lost in the end.

In the last period of the game, Ajax players were unwilling to settle for 0:0, because this score meant that Ajax would be eliminated, so they attacked more fiercely. In a sharp counterattack by Real Madrid, Elguera and Roberto Carlos cooperated on the left, and the Brazilian left back used his speed to force Maicon to pass the bottom cross.

Zidane was in the penalty area, without waiting for Roberto Carlos' cross to land, and he volleyed with his left foot, hitting a world wave directly in the upper left corner of the goal, and Van der Sar was out of reach.

Ye Qiu's mind was blank now. He didn't know if this shot was the same as Zidane's shot in the final against Leverkusen in his previous life. He only had one feeling now, wanting to kill!

No one could accept such a failure, because it was too cowardly.

Shouldn't this world be fair, so that the team that performs better, more diligently and works harder can win?

Why did Real Madrid win?

On the court, the group of young Ajax players fell on the grass of the Bernabeu Stadium one after another. They didn't care that this was the temple of football and was the focus of attention of fans all over the world at this moment. They let their tears fall unscrupulously, and many of them even lay on the grass and cried loudly.

Lost, they lost!

After fighting for a year, working hard for a year, but in the end, we lost!

"Don't be like this!" Bobby Harms looked serious. He walked out of the visiting team's coaching booth, came to Ye Qiu's side, squatted down, and gently patted Ye Qiu's head. He could feel Ye Qiu's mood at this moment. He was very sad and unwilling, but also helpless.

"Football games are like this. Some people win and some people lose. Whether you win or lose, you should accept it calmly." Bobby Harms said lightly, "Someone once said that people who have not experienced failure will not know how to succeed!"

"So..." Bobby Harms suddenly felt a little sad, and his voice was even a little choked, but he quickly took a deep breath to calm himself down, "...so, you have already entered the threshold of success. , you should be happy, and look at your players, they need a strong coach who can lead them out of the shadow of injury and failure!"

In the stands of the Bernabeu Stadium, Eliza's eyes were red. She rarely saw Ye Qiu like this. In her impression, Ye Qiu's image should always be full of confidence, even a little too much. Now, that would have been the moment a year ago when Ajax finally lost the league title.

Failure, for a confident man, is really hurtful.

Eliza suddenly sympathized with this man. Perhaps it was a bit of a distant feeling, and a bit of a woman's natural tendency to protect the weak, but she really felt that Ye Qiu was really pitiful!

But she also knew Ye Qiu very well. She didn't think that Ye Qiu needed anyone to comfort or support him. In her impression, Ye Qiu could always overcome these difficulties by himself.

Sure enough, not long after, Ye Qiu stood up from the ground.

The live TV cameras obviously hoped to capture Ye Qiu's crying expression, but unfortunately, they were completely disappointed.

Even if they adjusted the focus very close and captured Ye Qiu's entire face in every detail, the only thing they could see was the red thread in Ye Qiu's eyes, but they couldn't see anything flowing through them. Traces of tears.

But those red, bloodshot eyes could make everyone easily feel the sadness, anger and unwillingness, but at the same time, they could also feel the strength.

I saw Ye Qiu walking into the stadium, pulling his players up from the ground one by one, not caring that they were dripping with sweat, hugging them tightly, and kept saying something in their ears. Obviously, It's encouraging them.

After appeasing his players, Ye Qiu walked to the home team's coaching bench. In the process, he met Zidane, Figo, Raul and other Real Madrid superstars, and these stars all gave Ye Qiu respect.

On the football field, respect must be earned by strength.

Although Ye Qiu and his Ajax were ultimately eliminated in this game, they earned respect.

"Congratulations, Mr. Bosque!" Ye Qiu graciously chose to congratulate Bosque.

He has always been like this, he will be polite to those he likes, and leave those he doesn't like.

Bosque shook hands with Ye Qiu. At this moment, he did not have a winner's smile, but a plain face. This made Ye Qiu feel more comfortable, because no matter whether Bosque was happy or sad with Ye Qiu, then It would make Ye Qiu feel uncomfortable, especially the latter, who was very fake and hypocritical.

Instead, he had an indifferent look on his face, which made Ye Qiu feel comfortable.

"Your team is very strong. I firmly believe that you will succeed sooner or later." Bosque said politely.

"Thank you!" Ye Qiu thanked him, but didn't say much to Bosque, turned around and left.

This is the Bernabeu Stadium, and it is also the stage where Real Madrid celebrates as a winner. As a loser, Ajax should not stay here to humiliate itself, not only the Bernabeu Stadium, but also this city called Madrid. .

But at the moment when he led the players into the tunnel, Ye Qiu stood at the entrance, turned around and looked at the huge and spectacular Bernabeu Stadium. He secretly swore in his heart, "Sooner or later, I will definitely come back!" "

In the post-match press conference, Ye Qiu surprisingly became the protagonist. Obviously in the eyes of these media people, Ye Qiu and Ajax, as tragic characters, were more news gimmicks, while Real Madrid took Victory is a bit natural.

But Ye Qiu did not get angry as everyone expected, or impulsively confront the reporters. The last time he competed with Spanish reporters at Arena Stadium, it was more to stimulate the morale and fighting spirit of the players. Now there is no need for that.

"Real Madrid is even better. They are a very good team, with a group of outstanding superstars who can decide the outcome of the game in an instant. I think they have a great chance of winning the last laugh in this year's Champions League. I Congratulations to Mr. Bosque and his Real Madrid!”

The day before this game, another semi-final was finally decided. Leverkusen successfully advanced to the final and became Real Madrid's opponent in the final. Leverkusen is also very good this season. Hoping to win the title of Triple Crown, everything seems to be back to the way it was in Ye Qiu's previous life.

As the winner, Del Bosque was also full of praise for Ajax and Ye Qiu. He believed that Ye Qiu had proved his strength very well and should not be questioned or criticized, while Ajax was the winner. A very young but talented team, he firmly believed that this team would continue to grow under the leadership of Ye Qiu.

"They have proven their strength in game after game. They are already an emerging force that cannot be ignored in European football. I believe that Ajax will still maintain strong competitiveness in next year's Champions League. It will even be more mature and powerful than it is now.”

But obviously, not all Spaniards are as friendly as Bosque. At least the reporter from Marca named Luis Cano obviously wanted to disgust Ye Qiu. He once again angered Ye Qiu with a very provocative question at the press conference.

"Mr. Ye Qiu, a week ago, you boasted that you would conquer the Bernabeu Stadium. What about now? Do you think you have succeeded?" Luis Cano looked at Ye Qiu with contempt with a European arrogance.

Ye Qiu wanted to tear this Spaniard into pieces, but he had to endure it, so he stood up directly, without saying a word, and turned around and left the press conference at the Bernabeu.

This was his second early departure, and behind him, there was still a reckless sneer.