soccer king

After Arsenal stayed at the hotel, Qin Xiong rested step by step, preparing for the next day's training and stepping on the field.

Wenger delivered a short speech before the team rest, implicitly warning the players that now is a critical period, and there should be no more disturbances, such as leaving the hotel in the middle of the night to go outside to have fun, it is tantamount to violating the rules of heaven.

After dinner, Qin Xiong went back to his room to rest. He talked with Sylvia on the phone and confirmed that Sylvia's brother and sister had also checked in successfully in the Paris hotel. He went to take a shower, and then got into bed to sleep.

This was a pain for Cesc Fabregas. He was somewhat looking forward to it, but also a little apprehensive. The excitement before the battle made him unable to sleep.

Standing at the window admiring the night view of Paris, Cesc Fabregas suddenly remembered that every time he went to a strange city to play an away game, Qin Xiong would take a look at the night view of the city before resting at night, and then find some topics to chat about.

Only then did he realize that Qin Xiong was really looking at the scenery, not that he couldn't fall asleep because of any nervousness or excitement.

When it came to the real critical moment, Qin Xiong's mentality also made him awe-inspiring.

Anyway, he couldn't sleep a little by himself.

Lying on the bed after forcibly adjusting his mentality, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep for a long time. His mind was full of the temptation to win the Champions League final and the fear of losing, which tortured his soul.

Qin Xiong woke up the next morning and went to wash and change clothes naturally. When it was time to eat breakfast, he saw Fabregas was still lying on the bed, so he walked over and pushed Fabregas to wake him up, and said to him: "It's time to eat. It's breakfast, and there is still training in the morning. I will go to the field in the afternoon."

Cesc Fabregas sat up straight, Qin Xiong was very puzzled by his apparently unrested and dazed state.

"Did you sneak out last night?"

Fabregas shook his head.

"Have you been on the phone with your girlfriend?"

Fabregas still shook his head.

"Then what did you do? Why are you looking like a ghost?"

Fabregas opened his sleepy eyes, stared at Qin Xiong like a monster, and said, "I really admire you, how can you sleep with such a high quality? I didn't fall asleep until about 01:30, the Champions League final, the Champions League The final!!!"

Qin Xiong shrugged and said, "Actually, as long as you think this way, you will be able to fall asleep. You are not the starting player in the Champions League final, you will play as a substitute."

Fabregas jumped up from the bed and shouted: "No! Of course I'm going to start! It's the Champions League final! Eh? Did you hear something? I'm going to be relegated to the bench list?"

"I'll tell you when you get dressed and go to breakfast with me."

After speaking, Qin Xiong held back his smile and left the room.

Cesc Fabregas' mentality of worrying about gains and losses is just a microcosm of the Arsenal team. In fact, many players will have such a mood.

The morning training is closed, and outside interviews are not accepted.

Wenger also noticed the general psychological tension among the players, and even he himself may not be immune.So the morning training schedule was disrupted.It has become a football game to ease everyone's emotions.

The player who lost the game had to stand in front of the goal with his back to the penalty spot, and then other teammates shot from the penalty area line, aiming at their buttocks.

Qin Xiong performed very well in the game, so he could have three chances to shoot.

The punished who is kicked by the football can leave.

When Fabregas and Eboue were left at the end, Qin Xiong was also the last to shoot.

"No, tell him to step back another ten yards!"

Eboue pointed at Qin Xiong and shouted.

The teammates burst into laughter, everyone knew that Qin Xiong's feet were accurate.But Eboue's reaction was too strong.

Just as Henry was about to reject Eboue's proposal, Qin Xiong took the initiative to retreat ten yards holding the football.

Fabregas and Eboue stood next to the goal post, which actually made the distance between themselves and Qin Xiong a little bit further.

At the same time, it also prevents the two from standing together and the goal is too big.

Qin Xiong approached the run with a smile on his face, and kicked the goal with a moderate force.

The footballs flew towards the right post of the goal with an unobvious mutual.

Eboue twisted his buttocks to pretend to dodge. He had already made other teammates sitting on the ground laugh, but he twisted and twisted. Suddenly, his ass was hit by a football while he was twisting, but the football was bounced by him with his big ass. Fly, and then he himself took a step forward.Finally, covering the hit part of his buttocks, he turned around and smiled with his big white teeth. He turned his head and smiled at Fabregas, "It doesn't hurt. You are the only one left."

Fabregas turned his head to look at Qin Xiong who was standing in the distance smiling with his arms akimbo, and cast a resentful look.Then he turned around obediently. He, who was originally thin and weak, deliberately shrunk his body, trying to make himself more difficult to hit.

Qin Xiong took the second penalty, and the football also flew around an arc. Cesc Fabregas suddenly saw the football fly into the goal from the right side of his waist, and he was relieved.

Hey, crooked!

The teammates booed and booed Qin Xiong, thinking that Qin Xiong was letting go!

It's really not Qin Xiong's deliberate release of water, but a problem with his habit of shooting with his feet.

Eboue was standing on the right side of the goal post. Qin Xiong used his right foot, so he was naturally more used to it and grasped it more accurately, but Fabregas happened to be on the other side, so it was a bit difficult to grasp it.

For the last shot, he didn't choose to shoot with a curve ball, but volleyed with a little force from the back of his instep!

The football went straight to Cesc Fabregas's buttocks. Just when Fabregas thought that Qin Xiong would release water, his ass was suddenly hit by the football. He lost his balance and fell to the ground, clutching his buttocks After turning around, his face was full of resentment.

The teammates burst into laughter.

Qin Xiong himself felt it was ridiculous, and he raised his hand to apologize to Cesc Fabregas.

There is no way, the distance is a bit far, there is no force, and the football is so light that it is difficult to control the flying angle.

The training in the morning ended with laughter. Wenger was very happy to see his disciples release their inner pressure during the training. Even he was infected by the interesting things in the training ground, and his inner pressure was relieved a lot.

After having dinner at noon, everyone returned to the room to take a nap. When they gathered again at [-]:[-] p.m., they obviously felt that the mental state of the players was different, and they were full of energy.

Arsenal set off to the Stade de France for stepping training. At this time, the team became completely serious.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, Arsenal boarded the bus and returned to the hotel.

In the car, Qin Xiong asked Henry curiously: "Why are there so many reporters in the morning, but only a few in the afternoon?"

Henry was about to answer, but saw the news on the TV in the car. He pointed to the TV screen, but did not answer Qin Xiong's question directly.

Qin Xiong looked up at the TV, and the news outside the airport was playing.

Barcelona, ​​under the leadership of the quasi-ball king Ronaldinho, parachuted into Paris! (to be continued~^~)