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Chapter 39 The Fans' Punishment
In order to ensure that the players have sufficient physical strength during the game, the team often does not strengthen training the day before the game, but chooses to go on vacation, and Fashili is no exception.

As the evening approached, the entire player dormitory on the third floor was empty except for Long Fei.

Long Fei, who had finished his additional training, suddenly remembered that when he was bored, in his last life, besides his daily hard training, he would go to a nearby bar for a drink, and he would feel the relaxed and wasteful atmosphere there.

The bar Long Fei mentioned was a light bar, not a place with chaotic nightlife and smoky atmosphere.

It is a room where you can listen to light music that refreshes your soul, drink a glass of light cocktail water, and then stare blankly at the night sky outside the street through the clear window.

Because there he can not think about everything on the football field, and can completely let his mind fly under the anesthesia of alcohol.

Thinking about the feeling at that time, now Long Fei has the urge to go out immediately.

During the time he came to England, he really didn't travel once.

In the romantic town on the island, densely covered with cypresses, the leisurely and comfortable sea breeze blows, smelling a little sweet and vanilla.

Watching the St. Magnus Cathedral seen on the way, this huge and mysterious thing with a history of more than 100 years.

But it is already evening, obviously not the best time to appreciate the church.

Then the only thing that still makes him miss his heart is the unique western-style bar in the local area. Tasting a glass of fine wine and listening to the westerners' talk is also unique.

But he was short of money, the total salary of this month was 1600 pounds, which was over ten thousand yuan when converted into Chinese currency, and Long Fei had already borrowed it in advance and remitted the full amount to Li Qiang.

In addition to the automatic increase of 15% experience points in the speed system, it is still far away from being promoted to the next level.

This time I had the idea of ​​going to a bar.It's just because he had heard from his teammates privately before that Fasley's players can drink in the bar for free, no matter how much they are.

This is a kind of reward for the bar merchants in the small town for their team after being promoted to the second division.

It's just that I heard Hanna say that they didn't dare to go again after going there a few times, because they haven't won the next six games, and the fans will always make trouble for them at this time.

At the beginning, some relatively civilized fans just scolded them in the bar for not working hard enough, and they could still bear it. At worst, the left ear got a headache after listening to the right ear, and no one took it seriously.

Next, someone secretly poured urine into their wine, and finally some strong and tyrannical fans saw them coming to hang out and drink instead of training, and even waved their fists to beat them violently.

The fans even organized a patrol team, going from bar to bar every night.

As soon as they found a Farsley player, they would pour wine on their heads without any courtesy, then beat the player and throw him out of the bar.

Although the players only suffer from flesh and blood every time, it will not let them really hurt their muscles and bones and affect the game.

But the intensified fans persisted in monitoring them.

These wine-loving guys appeared on the training ground every day with bruised noses and swollen faces, making other teammates ridicule constantly.

After a long period of time, all of them have become shadows of snakes, and they have suffered serious trauma in their hearts.

Sometimes when the players drink at their own homes, they are afraid that the patrol teams will break in.Then he punched each other without saying a word.

They are on an island with nowhere to go but a small town.If you want to go out and drink without being noticed, you can't drive to other cities to get drunk like other team members.

But now, even during this short vacation time, the safest way for them to drink is to stay at home and lock the door.

Then at home at night, holding a glass of fine wine full of fragrance, through the glass window, looking at the brightly lit bars on the street, feeling sad and sad in my heart.

Every player is very clear in their hearts that this is a disguised form of supervision by the fans, and it is also a cruel way of encouragement. They want them to use every ounce of energy on the court.

The fans don't want their bodies to be emptied by alcohol and sex, and their football skills, which are not on the table, are messed up.

Later, this kind of punishment has been extended to coach Ma Wei and the club manager. The fans think that it is the father's fault to raise him or not!The team's performance is not good, and more responsibility lies with the managers and coaches.

Once the players saw with their own eyes that coach Ma Wei came back with a bruised face and torn dirty clothes when he came back after drinking late at night.

However, Long Fei is a brand new face, at least for now, he is completely unfamiliar to the fans in the small town.

All he had to do was stay late at the bar, sneak a team player's shield, the gold shield on his jersey, and pay the bill.

This kind of risky action of going to drink without anyone noticing, and with a sense of danger, just thinking about it makes Long Fei's heart irritated.

He started from Farsley Club, turned two secluded paths, and came to the center of the town.

At this time, he will see from a distance that the cathedral, which is covered with mysterious colors under the moonlight, is exuding the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes under the night sky.

Around the outside of the church, there are more than a dozen bars with classical characteristics. At this time, the lights and wines, red and green complement each other, making people dazzled.

This is the place where men gather and chat after a busy day. With decades of clubbing experience in his previous life, Long Fei quickly found a light bar that he thought was suitable for him from the appearance.

He comforted his excited heart at this moment, looked at the flashing neon signs, took a deep breath, and, full of expectations, pushed open the thick wooden iron-clad door with both hands and entered.

Immediately, a thick and mixed smell came from the room, and then he felt a suffocating feeling like lack of oxygen.

This pungent smell is mixed with the smell of fish, sweat, cigars, and spirits, forming a chemical reaction that creates a particularly sharp contrast between the air flow inside and outside the door.

This has completely violated his intention of clubbing in the previous life. Under such a huge contrast, Long Fei muttered dissatisfiedly in his heart: "It is said that people should not be judged by appearances, and this bar should not be judged by appearances either!"

At this time, there were a lot of people in the bar, and the space inside was very spacious. People who were drinking were chatting loudly in the corners.

Young women in brown dresses shuttled back and forth in front of the wine table. They used shiny plates and held huge wine bottles to pour wine for the guests who needed it. At this time, no one noticed his arrival.

Long Fei, who was not used to the new bar environment, frowned. He squinted his eyes, and looked at the people in the room who were drinking and chatting under the dim light.

Feeling this smoky environment is too different from what I remember.Long Fei hesitated for a moment, but instead of turning around and leaving, he walked slowly towards the bar counter.

Because there is only one British man in his fifties, who is slightly fit, drinking alone.The imprints of the years not only carved his face, but also cast his bloated figure.

Long Fei bypassed him and walked to the counter, raised his legs and sat on the high stool, skillfully ordered a large glass of beer to the bar owner, and slowly tasted it.

The boss, who has passed forty years, seldom sees the guests from the east, and unknowingly looks at Long Fei a few more times. Feeling a little rude, he smiles kindly at him, and then looks at Ateli, who is drinking beside him. .

Some old fishermen, Atli, are Fashili's most loyal fans and have been fans of the team since they were young.It can be said that he has tasted all the bitterness and bitterness of a fan for the team.

He was alone on the counter and had been drinking for a long time.The glass of spirits in his hand is already his No.11 glass.

His sleepy and blurred eyes were covered with streaks of red bloodshot eyes, his powerful hands with prominent veins, tightly clutching the wine glass in his hands, and murmured vague words in a low drunken voice.

The Farsley team started from the Class C amateur team and watched him grow up day by day, more like his children.

But he can beat his own children who are disobedient, but the Fashili team cannot.

But my heart is always reluctant, just like facing my own child, always reluctant to let go.

If I had known earlier, he might as well have joined the fan inspection team like the berserker Sely, chasing players who are not working hard every day at night and playing happily.

Since this new season, the fisherman Ateli has experienced too many disappointments, but in his heart, he is still full of longing for the Farsley team to win the next victory.

"It would be great if we could win the Notts County team this time! Even a small victory!"

Some sad fisherman Ateli murmured.

"You drank too much Ateli! Your wish can only come true in your dreams." The bar owner at the counter glanced at him, shook his head and sighed, obviously he is also a Fasley fan.

Long Fei, who was sitting on the side, understood the heart of the fisherman Ateli very well at this moment, and turned his gaze to him unconsciously.

The desire of fans is nothing more than to see their favorite team, with invincible hard work, sounding the horn of victory on the pitch again and again, just like the spirit of Liverpool's Red Army.

Some fans even love their team more than players. Players can transfer out after playing well and join a new team. In turn, they are dealing with their former team.

But the fans don't, they've always been there.He even guarded his favorite team with his life.

Even if they are in extreme disappointment and frustration.Perhaps in the dream at this time, it is the home and relief of these loyal Farsley fans.

"Long live Fashili! Fashili will definitely win!!"

Maybe the longing in his heart was suppressed for too long, maybe Ateli especially wanted to vent out his inner desire, and he suddenly shouted out with all his strength in the bar.

"Ateli, don't do this, we want them to win just like you!" A middle-aged man in a corner took a deep puff of the cigar in his finger and responded loudly.

"Hey, old man! Don't go crazy, our V-level player Smith almost peed his pants when he heard that the Notts County team was coming!"

Another man in the bar, whose face was flushed from drinking, stood up unsteadily.

The bottle of wine in his hand spilled out of the bottle due to too much shaking, and the bright red wine juice spilled all over his hands and pants, and he ignored it, but yelled at Ateli as if to vent.

"No, the Fashili team will win this time, believe me, it will definitely!" Long Fei stood up suddenly, looked around at the guests, and said loudly.

The original hustle and bustle in the bar became silent and silent.Everyone looked at the oriental boy in front of them in a daze, wondering why he said that, and who was he?

"Let's meet on the court, remember my name is Long Fei!" After he finished speaking, he took out the team badge from his pocket, put it heavily on the counter, and then got up and left.

(End of this chapter)