number one striker

Chapter 376 Live
It was the first time for Fidel to watch football at the Bernabeu. This stadium has a long history and has witnessed the team's summits again and again.The stands here are very steep, giving the visiting team a very sharp sense of oppression.

Although it is a team from the same city, there are not many fans from Atletico Madrid. In order to prevent accidents, there are not many tickets for away fans, and they are surrounded by layers of security.

The store manager Leon and his partners, as well as the most loyal fans of Atletico Madrid's South Stand, came to the Bernabéu, ready to cheer for the team.

"Madrid! Madrid! Hala Madrid!"

"Madrid! Madrid! Hala Madrid!"

The fans in white jerseys made a loud noise, and the entire Bernabeu was enveloped in it.Fidel's hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't tell whether it was because of nervousness or the atmosphere of the stadium.

"Fidel! Shout out! Don't lose to them!" Cesc and others raised their hands, clapped their hands and shouted: "Atleti Atleti Atletico de Madrid!"

They were few in number and their voices were not loud, and they were quickly submerged in the tide of the Bernabeu.

Just like the comparison between Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid, one is a commoner and the other is an aristocrat; one is soft-spoken, and the other is powerful.

When Caesar came out of the lounge, he met Ozil and Khedira. The two of them transferred to Real Madrid at the same time in the summer of 2010. One was the main attacker and the other was the main defender, causing a German storm in Real Madrid's midfield.

After Caesar came to Atletico Madrid, because he already had Lena, he rarely went to nightclubs with Ozil and the others.Even if we went, the three Germans went alone, and they all went to very formal and quiet shops.

"Yo, Luther, are you ready to lose?" Ozil laughed, Marcelo looked back, and walked away without saying anything.

"Losing to your sister." Caesar touched Ozil's head and greeted Khedira: "Sami, why do you feel that your face has grown longer again? Are you sad because you have a premonition that you will lose to us?"

Khedira kicked it over and said, "Wait until you die, I will let you know what is called nougat defense."

Khedira's defensive ability is actually not strong, but his tall stature, coupled with Mourinho's training, allowed him to slowly find the feeling of being a midfielder.

In fact, he is still the "He forward" who likes to attack, but under Mourinho, he is still relatively restrained.

Khedira has a good attitude, which is one of the reasons Mourinho likes him more.Under the hands of the madman, Khedira increased the ball very quickly, which is also a benefit for the German national team.

During the warm-up, Caesar noticed that many Atletico Madrid players became more silent, as if suppressed by the Bernabeu.Although the fans here also swear, they are only concentrated in the stands on both sides. Most of the stands in the middle are local elites. When watching the game, they are full of energy and rarely show excitement.

Even so, the pressure brought by this temperament still makes everyone a little dull.

"Captain." Caesar walked up to Gabi, even Gabi seemed a little nervous.

"What's wrong Luther."

"In May last year, I won my first Champions League championship here." Caesar looked around, full of good memories.

"Why are you telling me this, showing off your achievements?" Gabi laughed, and Caesar shrugged and said, "I just want to say that this is my blessed land, and maybe it is also the blessed land of the team."

"Idiot, this is Real Madrid's home stadium, how can we be lucky here." Gabi said unhappily, and Caesar said with a smile: "Then capture here and let their fans bow their heads."

Gabi was taken aback, and immediately understood what Caesar meant, and nodded: "Although your way of encouraging people is bad, it's quite effective, and I'm not nervous anymore."

Kirk looked around, but he didn't see where his brother was.

Are you coming?

Did you see me?
"Kork! Go back!" Costa yelled from a distance. Kok took a last look at the stands and followed him back to the locker room.

On the way, Caesar met Mourinho.

"Seeing that you are so energetic, I am relieved." Caesar winked at Mourinho, "In this way, I don't worry that you will be depressed because of losing to us."

"Idiot, how could I lose to my disciple." Mourinho curled his lips, and continued: "I applied for funds to buy you in summer, but you actually went to the next door. Let me see today, what kind of surprise you can bring me."

"It will definitely satisfy you."

Simeone has returned to the locker room ahead of time. As a former team boss, he is naturally very familiar with this stadium and is not afraid.

"Okay, okay! Stand up for me! Make the final deployment!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Simeone called everyone to get up and formed a circle with his players.

"The tactic is still the same tactic, Caesar and Costa double striker! Koke, Vidal, Gabi, Diego defend the midfield for me! Luis, Godin, Miranda, Forlan, Courtois! Absolutely don't be polite! Even if you use your teeth, your butt, or your big butt, stop the opponent's players for me!"

"Now we are ranked second! Real Madrid is ranked first! Just like Madrid has always been! Real Madrid will always be riding on top of us! I was like this when I was playing at Atletico Madrid, and I will still be like this when I come back as the coach of Atletico Madrid! I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled to be inferior forever! I can't bear the taste of losing!"

"Today is the best opportunity since I joined Atletico Madrid! You damn guys showed me the possibility of beating Real Madrid! Let me see the possibility of Atletico Madrid winning the league championship! Even if it is only 1%, I will firmly grasp it!"

"Costa! Do you want to be second forever? Do you want to bow your head in front of the media forever and say 'Long live Real Madrid'?!"

"No!" Costa yelled.

"Gabby! What about you?"

"In no mood!"

"Very good! Because I don't want to either! If that's the case! Let's join hands to kill Real Madrid! Kill the invincible nobles! Today, it's time for us civilians to overwhelm them!"

"Atletico!!"

"Campeón! Campeón! Campeón!!"

"Run out! Then wring their heads off!!" Simeone kicked the door open, and the players roared out.

The passing staff were terrified, until Simeone ran out of the house, he got up from the ground in shock, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "A bumpkin is a bumpkin, what are you shouting about?"

"Here they come! They're here!" Fidel pointed at the player tunnel and shouted. The Atletico Madrid cheering group immediately shouted their own cheering slogans, but the voices of Real Madrid fans were instantly drowned out.

"Madrid! Madrid! Hala Madrid!"

Game start!
(End of this chapter)