[Football Fans] Glory

After the victory, the members of the Spanish national team went crazy in the hotel where they stayed.

Years of longing and dreams come true today. The members of the national team, which is dominated by young players, can't suppress their joy and ecstasy at all. Guti, who was torn apart by them, became like a big puppet. Kissing is a small gesture, hugging and hugging and not letting go, coupled with salty pig hands, quickly pissed off Guti, who was originally excited and carried away. awake.

Pulling away someone's rotten paw, Guti squeezed out of the crowd, moved to the door little by little, and saw the old captain Hierro with red eyes.

"team leader!"

Guti held out his arms.

The red-eyed Hierro stepped forward and hugged Guti vigorously, "Jose, thank you!"

"no need thank me?"

Guti gently patted the old captain on the back. After the last World Cup, Hierro announced his retirement from the national team. He announced his retirement two years ago. This time he became the assistant of his father and joined the national team coaching staff. Dream.

"Stinky boy!"

From the moment he won, Hierro couldn't bear the excitement in his heart. When the crowd started to make noise, he not only secretly blushed.

"Captain, am I good?"

Guti opened his eyes wide, pretending to be innocent.

The pretentious exaggerated expression of "Praise me, praise me" made Yero burst out laughing, knocked on his forehead and then quickly rubbed it with his thick palm.

"Don't fool around!"

Guti, who was criticized, grinned and said, "Captain, do you think I can be the king of the ball now?"

"Eh? What?"

Hierro couldn't help rubbing his ears, what's the problem?

Guti curled his lips, "Maradona has only won one World Cup and became the world champion. I still have two European Cups, and I already have four Golden Globes. No matter how you look at it, I can be the king!"

Seeing his bright blue eyes full of longing, Ye Luo stroked his forehead, "...This, I'm afraid..."

"Can't you?"

Guti blinked.

Hierro, who realized that Guti was actually teasing him, laughed, "Bring another one back will be justified."

"One more!"

Although it was a joke, Guti still thought about it seriously.

Seeing Guti, who is about to turn 30, showing a child-like smile, Hierro couldn't help but kiss his cheek with joy, "I'll think about it later, from now on you just need to enjoy everyone's joy and come here for you." Just cheers."

"Captain, are you happy?"

"Yes, very happy!"

"That's good."

Guti hugged Hierro again, "I want to eat muffins when I get back."

"it is good!"

Guti, who let go of Hierro, was quickly caught by his teammates and continued to toss (celebrate), watching Guti yelling 'Don't take off my clothes' and 'Don't take off my pants', Hierro Laughed out loud.

"The best successor!"

Enrique who didn't know when came over put his shoulders and laughed.

"Well, the best."

The players who had a big night slept until noon the next day before taking a special plane back to Madrid.

"I think everyone in Madrid is here."

Looking down from the porthole of the plane, the inside and outside of Barajas Airport in Madrid were densely packed with people with dark spots. Many Spanish players felt a little scared.

The young and old man who couldn't stand the noise (?) smiled, "Everyone is here to welcome you."

For some reason, this group of young men actually saw a bit of murderous intent from the coach's smiling expression, and many of them shrank their heads involuntarily.

When the plane stopped and lowered the gangway and the door opened, the players who were about to get off the plane froze on the spot, looking left and right and no one wanted to be the first to go out.

The old man kept smiling all the time, "What's wrong?"

"that……"

Although it is not stated clearly, according to the habit of returning from the championship, the main players should leave the cabin first, then the substitutes, and then two or two according to the position in the team, and finally the captain and the deputy team or the coach will raise their glasses and leave the cabin.

It's just that I'm really scared today!

Seeing that the boys were too scared to move by their father, Guti snickered and got up, "Ramos, Torres, you two go out first."

The captain called the roll call directly, Ramos and Torres looked at each other, and walked out of the cabin door.

Seeing the players showing their heads, the onlookers let out deafening cries.

"Too unsafe."

Raul probed and Guti said, "Put people in the airport, can we get out of the airport?"

Guti thought about the experience of Spain after winning the championship, "It is estimated that it will be fast to get out within four hours."

"God~"

Raul spread his hands, but the smile on his face did not disappear at all.

"Just be proud of you!"

The two laughed and said that during the chat, the team members walked down in groups of two, and gradually there were fewer and fewer people in the cabin. Only the working team members stayed and prepared to go out at the end, when the old man got up.

"José!"

He looked at Guti.

Guti smiled, "Sir, let's go together!"

Dad waved his hand, "You are the captain, let's go with Raul!"

This time is the glorious moment of the players, what does he, an old man, participate in.

The Hercules Cup is 36 cm high and weighs about 5 kg. It is made of 18K gold, and the base is inlaid with two circles of dark green malachite. Not to mention adults, even a 10-year-old child can easily pick him up. But at this moment, the trophy was lifted up by two strong players with both hands, standing on the gangway at the door of the aircraft cabin, under the sunlight, holding it up high.

I don't know how many people screamed, people who were excited or crying with joy raised their hands crazily, and they sang songs that were almost inaudible. How many people burst into tears, and they were about to squeeze in from outside the blockade.

It is estimated that the next week will be the most troublesome day for the police in Spain. The people celebrating have smashed the guardrails on the street, crushed the street chairs and other minor problems. They must not only ensure the safety of the public, but also pay attention to the safety of all parties. is a big problem.

When Guti and the others finally squeezed out of the airport by bus, Raul looked at his watch, so he said triumphantly to Guti.

"You guessed it wrong. There are not four hours, but three hours and two 10 minutes."

Guti glanced at the convulsed Raul, "Do you want to try, how many hours can you get out after I throw you out of the car?"

"Wow, it's scary~~"

Raul yelled and immediately hid behind Moran.

Guti raised an eyebrow at Mo Lun, "Why don't you two go down together?"

"do not want!"

The two people who were frightened fled from the rear of the car to the front of the car at a high speed, and did not dare to come over again.

Beleron, who saw Guti frighten those two people and fled for their lives, lowered his head and snickered, but Guti stretched out his hand and pinched his face, "Sneaking, huh?"

Beleron, whose face was red from being pinched, did not dare to make a sound, blinked aggrievedly, and tilted his mouth.

Tell you to pretend!

Guti pinched his face viciously again, don't think I don't know who came up with the idea of ​​stripping my clothes last night?If you dare to touch me but dare not admit it, then don't blame me for the murder.

The poisonous fog from the captain quickly enveloped the whole car. While standing on the railing to respond to the enthusiasm of the crowd, he also had to endure the poisonous hands of the captain from the rear of the car to the front of the car, from right to left, and PP was pinched. You have to put on a smile on your face when you are dying, woo woo, Captain, you are so poisonous~~

After going over all the bastards who were doing things to him, Guti finally stopped with satisfaction.

"Would it be nice to hold a gold cup?"

he asked loudly.

Although the noisy crowd prevented people from hearing what the people around them were saying without shouting, the strange thing was that they all heard Guti's shout at this moment, and the silly boys nodded wildly immediately, it was so cool!

Guti grinned, "Will you come again next time?"

"Come!"

Well, young people are always a little hot-blooded, and we can understand that.

However, several calm players in the midfield and backcourt showed miserable expressions on their faces, which made Guti come over with a 'smirk'.

Beautiful fingers slid across the faces of the few of them, "Aren't you going to play with me?"

very scary! ! !

tremble!

In order to play with the captain, they also drank out, hugged each other and began to 'shake', and it was only when Guti was satisfied that he nodded -- oh, no! ! !

The poor boys stretched out their hands, but they could only watch miserably as Guti took out the camcorder and took pictures of their actions just now.

Black history, their black history...

Everyone silently thought about whether there was a chance to kill people or destroy corpses, but Beleron patted the boys, "Don't even think about it, there is no chance!"

Tell you to take advantage of the chaos and take advantage of me, just wait for me!

Guti was triumphant.

On the parade street, there was a commotion from noon to night, no matter how energetic they were, they couldn't hold on. When they finally could go back to rest, they were finally put in the Royal Hotel.

"Uh, why a hotel?"

Someone asked carefully.

"Because there is a celebration tomorrow."

The staff responded with a smile.

"Oh no!!!"

The helpless young man screamed.

But no one sympathized with him. In fact, everyone thought so, but only this silly boy yelled out.

After the three-day celebration, from ecstasy to pale face when they heard the dissolution, they immediately fled in all directions. The boys no longer felt that victory was a good thing, and this kind of thing was enough once.

"enough?"

Guti picked out his ears and looked at his 'cute' teammates with a puzzled expression.

Seeing his friend's eyes, Raul took a step back silently, hid himself behind Morun, and said nothing.

Morun smiled stiffly, he wanted to escape too!

Of course, there are still ignorant and fearless warriors. Belleron walked over with a smile and handed Guti a small box, "Try it. I just bought it from the store next to it. It's a new product from his house."

Good man! ! !

Raul tugged on Moran's sleeve.

The two guys laughed and disappeared into the vast crowd in a blink of an eye.

The ignorant Belleron turned his head, "Hey, what about Raul and the others? I have a share for both of them!"

Guti, who was just a little hungry, swallowed the biscuit in his hand, and then licked the residue on his fingertips, smiling strangely, "Don't pay attention to them."

Anyway, if you run away, you can't run away from the season now. Wait for the season to start training, hehe, you all wait for me.

"Jose, I'm going back to the island, do you want to go on vacation together?"

Watching Guti taste the biscuits contentedly, and the movement of him licking his fingertips, Belleron felt his face burn for no reason, and he hurriedly asked Guti about the arrangements for the next vacation.

In the big competition year, their vacations are not much, and there are only half a month before the day of training and reporting for the new season.

"No, I have something to do here."

After licking his fingertips, Guti smiled, "There will be news in a few days."

"good news?"

Belleron wide-eyed.

Seeing his appearance, Guti smiled and stretched out his hand to scratch his nose, "Of course!"

His face was flushed, and it was a little hot, Belleron smiled embarrassedly, "That..."

"Remember to bring me the freshest tuna, I love that."

Guti is not polite.

"Well, I will."

Seeing Belleron nodding obediently, Guti's heart moved, Juan is really cute.

Two days before the reunion for the new season, the Spanish government announced a piece of news, which shocked people both at home and abroad.

"Gazette": The Spanish royal family officially awarded the title of Marquis to the coach of the Spanish men's national football team Bosque, and canonized the Order of Guti in recognition of their outstanding contributions to Spanish sports.

"Aspen": The Spanish royal family canonized Bosque as Marquis (*), and Guti won the Royal Knight Medal.

The Spanish royal family also gave an explanation for the reasons why the two were awarded the title: They said that Bosque and Guti had made outstanding contributions to the Spanish sports industry, and they promoted the growth of Spanish sports values, so they deserved to be named special two people.

The title of marquis in Europe first originated in England and Germany, and it only evolved from the word earl at first.However, with the development of time, in the 14th century, it gradually established its status as the second level of nobility.Compared with the other 4 levels of nobility (Duke, Earl, Viscount, Baron), the latter has always been the least in number.

In other words, from now on, Bosque will be promoted to the rank of nobility, and his title can even be passed on to the next generation.

Although Guti only received a knightly medal, this knightly medal is not a general medal, but recognizes him as a royal knight. If he was a knight in the Middle Ages, he would be the king's personal guard, which is quite honorable. a status symbol.

Bosque and Guti's honor of winning the royal family this time is completely expected. After Bosque became the coach of the Spanish national team, he led the team to win two European Cups and the World Cup. When he was the head coach of Real Madrid, he led the team to win La Liga and the Champions League for several years. In 2002, he was also named the best coach of the world club. His help to the team is obvious to all, while Guti does not need to By the way, he has been the main player since he joined the national team and won two European Cup titles. He was the third runner-up in the last World Cup and won the World Cup this year. Four Golden Globe Awards and the World Player of the Year have made Spanish football from the second-tier in Europe to the number one in the world. His achievements will be the pride of Spain.

The author has something to say: (*) Bosque was awarded the title of marquis in 2011, in recognition of his outstanding performance in leading the team to the World Cup and the European Cup and Real Madrid.So he is also a nobleman called Mr. His noble rank is higher than that of Ferguson.

PS: There will be another chapter tomorrow, and the next one will be the extras. It depends on which extras are re-reported. Let me take a look and see which ones are not written!