football superstar

The enthusiasm of the fans exceeded the expectations of the Real Madrid club. It is already past eleven o'clock in the night, but the airport is extremely hot. The fans of Real Madrid in China are very happy that their favorite star did not go through the VIP but came out of the ordinary channel. Excited, they waved the scarves in their hands, with the names of Real Madrid stars in their mouths.

"Master Luo! Ahhhhhhh, live Master Luo! Look here, Master Luo, I love you so much!"

"Pinch me, I saw Brother Kazhi, right? I really saw Kaka... Ask for an autograph, a photo, and a hug!"

"I love you with big eyes and big eyes, big eyes are cute and big eyes!"

"Everyone else, divide it up, just leave that blond boy to me meow ha ha ha ha!"

"Look here, Great Sage! Come and take a photo with the Great Sage!"

Clemens took a step back subconsciously, but Kaka grabbed his hand and dragged him to his side.

Kaka faced the flashing lights and the media cameras with a smile, her lips moved slightly, and her voice went directly into Clemens' ears: "Thomas, come on, keep smiling."

Clemens pulled the corner of his mouth hard, but couldn't smile.

This is not because Mr. Daochang kept his face flat on purpose. After all, he just doesn't like to smile, and it's not because of facial nerve necrosis. He can still smile occasionally, but now he is facing not only thousands of fans, but also their various posters and signs.

Chinese fans and Spanish fans are obviously two different groups. Fans in Spain are actually very happy. They can see their favorite teams every day. Even when they go out to eat and go shopping, they can meet C Rome Xi took her baby out for a stroll, so she didn't find it strange after seeing a lot, and naturally she could maintain a peaceful mind.

But Real Madrid fans in China are different. It has been a few years since the last Real Madrid club trip to China. Not everyone in the East has the opportunity and financial resources to go to a foreign country to watch a game. Not to mention looking at favorite players.But now, those superstars wrapped in Versace's haute couture are standing there, so close, as if they can touch them with their hands, how can people not be excited!

And the brains and drawing ability of the fans are not covered. All kinds of full-body busts and Q-version images are put into battle together, and the boys from Spain are stunned.

Especially Clemens, how can he laugh when he is dangling around with cat ears and cat tail...

He didn't laugh, but someone laughed. At least Ronaldo laughed.

Although Ronaldo has always smiled brightly when facing the fans, but looking at the neat white teeth exposed now, you can know that Ronaldo is in an unspeakable mood at the moment: "I said kid, it seems that your image among the fans Much cuter than I thought, hahahahaha!"

Clemens looked at Ronaldo very calmly, and waited for the Real Madrid superstar to finish laughing before Clemens slowly pointed his eyes in one direction: "Chris, you are not bad."

Ronaldo blinked, looked over subconsciously, and met a huge poster that was raised high.

On it, a serious three-headed Portuguese man is holding a Golden Globe trophy two sizes bigger than himself, pouting his mouth, his little face is chubby, the earrings are also very delicately drawn, and there is a line of words on it , is in Chinese, and Clemens can understand it. This sentence reads "My, mine, all mine!", but Mr. Luo obviously doesn't understand square characters, but just looking at this picture alone already has Enough punch.

My image, my handsomeness, my might... What is this little thing...

Kaka looked at the two people with a smile, and ignored them, just walked aside to help the fans sign.

In fact, this is not part of the itinerary, but Kaka subconsciously walked over when he saw those fans who were wearing their own jerseys and they were a mixture of Milan's red and black and Real Madrid's pure white, smiling. After taking the pen, he will not refuse any jersey or poster handed over by the fans.

Clemens also stepped forward to sign names for the fans, but the Real Madrid staff did not surround Clemens in such a hurry as they did to protect Kaka.

In their view, although their new goalkeeper is in charge of the wind and rain in Spain, he is just a newcomer after all, except that Spain is not well-known in Europe, let alone the ancient eastern country?I am afraid that very few people know him.

But just after Clemens walked into the crowd of fans, the soaring cheers almost toppled the roof.

"Toto I love you!"

"Toto, I want to have a monkey with you! Let my sister hug me!"

"Come home with me, Toto! No more pandas in Chengdu!"

"Ah, ah, Thomas, you are so handsome! I know you understand!"

In fact, Clemens did understand, and it was because he understood that he was extremely puzzled.

Last time I kept hearing that monkeys were born monkeys. Why do people have monkey babies?

This kind of excited reaction directly caused the Real Madrid staff who hadn't paid attention to this side to rush over to help Clemens block those wolf claws stretching towards him, but Clemens stood there very calmly, one by one. I took the jersey, signed it, and said "thank you", not only for the enthusiasm of the fans, but also for their hard work waiting here in the middle of the night.

After recovering from the blow of "I gave the impression of being three-headed and three-headed and three-headed", Ronaldo slightly raised his eyebrows and asked Kaka: "I didn't expect that kid to be so popular here."

Kaka smiled gently: "He can speak Chinese, and he has received many interviews from Chinese media before. It is estimated that the fans here have a special preference for stars who can speak Chinese."

Ronaldo blinked and asked suddenly: "How many fans does he have?"

"what?"

"Weibo."

Kaka thought for a while, and then said: "When I looked at it last week, it seemed to be more than 200 million."

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That morning, Clemens, who had already checked into the hotel, went to the restaurant with the club, and was going to go back to catch up on jet lag after having a good meal.

It is personal preference to follow the housing allocation. Kaka booked Clemens early in the morning, and the guards who were going to hug their thighs for welfare could only sigh helplessly, but after knowing Clemens and Kaka Kadu has the habit of going to bed at nine o'clock, and no one is going to take them apart in the future. The good baby will live with the good baby, and it is better to just knock them out if they go to bed at nine o'clock.

Ronaldo, as always, grabbed the second captain Marcelo, and there is still a lot of common language between the two.

After the room was allocated, a group of young men who had been hungry all night rushed into the restaurant. Because it was vacation time, the club made an exception online. Everyone could choose some of the food they liked, but most of them still had to follow the nutritional combination. To help players stay in top physical condition, the only difference is Clemens with a bottomless appetite.

"Sir, what do you need?"

"One serving of each of these dishes, plus a bowl of chaoshou," Clemens said calmly in Sichuan Mandarin when he saw the waiter was a little taken aback, "Thank you."

... Mom, there is a foreign fellow from Sichuan here!

After 15 minutes, Mr. Daochang quickly cleaned up the remaining stewed beef and a few pieces of sweet and sour short ribs on his plate. Ignoring the envious eyes around him, he just wiped the corners of his mouth and said silently that all the hard work is worth it. It was worth it, thanks to the 5000-year Chinese food culture, and then I picked up the milk cup at hand with satisfaction.

Kaka, on the other hand, kept staring at the plate in front of Clemens, chewing on the salad, her brown pupils glistening.

Mr. Daochang saw it, but he just pretended he didn't see it. He just glanced casually, and his eyes suddenly fixed. Clemens raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked suspiciously at Ronaldo who was sitting alone on the window seat.

In front of the Portuguese was an untouched grilled chicken breast, wearing earphones, staring at the screen of the mobile phone with open and closed lips, not knowing what he was talking to himself.

"What's wrong with Chris?" Clemens looked suspiciously at Kaka who was eating lettuce in front of him.

Kaka first pointed to the plate in front of Clemens. There were still two pieces of bright red ribs in it. Clemens quickly looked around, and after making sure no one was paying attention, he directly put it into the plate with chopsticks. In the card plate, Kaka turned sideways with a smile, and said, "Thank you, I promise that I will try my best to consume this little calorie in tomorrow's training class." As he spoke, his eyes followed Ronaldo, "Cro Reese seems to be learning Chinese, I hope this will increase the number of fans faster."

Clemens was taken aback: "Who told him it would work?" I've never heard that the number of fans is necessarily related to learning Chinese.

Kaka just stuffed the ribs into his mouth, and after chewing carefully, he resolutely gave up the place of barbecue that had been ranked number one in his heart for more than ten years to the sweet and sour short ribs.

It really is delicious.

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At [-] o'clock the next night, the first game of Real Madrid's China tour against Bayern Munich will officially start.