Legendary Road

There were also quite a few reporters present. When they saw something unexpected happen, they all pointed their cameras at Yan Jing, and the scene suddenly flashed with white light.

Being captured inexplicably in public, and with a group of reporters taking pictures, Yan Jing couldn't hold back his face.

He who can't speak Portuguese tried to explain to the two strong men in English, but the strong men couldn't speak English either, so he said a lot of words to Yan Jing that he couldn't understand at all.

Cristiano Ronaldo, who was signing autographs for the fans, was also attracted by this incident. He looked at Yan Jing and found his face familiar. Looking carefully, this guy seemed to be the oriental wizard who was almost bumped into by him that night. .

Although Yan Jing didn't admit it at the time, after the curious Ronaldo returned to the hotel, he took a computer to check and saw that the photos on the website were exactly the same as the real person, so he wrote "The other party refuses to admit because he is afraid of attracting trouble." Necessary trouble" conclusion.

So after signing a photo in his hand, Ronaldo showed an apologetic smile to the surrounding fans that could make them scream, and then walked a few steps over and patted the shoulder of the security guard.

"Hey man, I know this guy, he's not a dangerous guy."

The two strong men looked at each other, and the next second released the restraint on Yan Jing.

Ronaldo felt good about himself and patted Yan Jing, speaking in English.

"Mr. Wizard, did you also come to ask for my autograph?"

Yan Jing grinned and raised his hand to rub the pinched shoulder blades, and opened Ronaldo's hand angrily.

"Thank you for explaining it to me, Mr. Ronaldo. But first of all, I have to reiterate that I am not a wizard, and secondly, I don't want your autograph. Finally, I was pushed out by one of your crazy fans."

"Uh..." Unexpectedly, Yan Jing, who didn't appreciate it at all, withdrew his hand awkwardly. At this time, other players in the Portuguese team also came over.

"Cris, is this your friend?" Maniche looked at Yan Jing, "When did you meet the Oriental?"

Ronaldo and Yan Jing have only met twice, and of course they are not friends. Just when Ronaldo was about to explain clearly, another incident that excited the media reporters happened.

Maniche, who has a wide field of vision on the court, has too good vision off the court. He just casually glanced at the noisy crowd around him, and found Boas in it.

Maniche is originally from the Porto club, and he is naturally very familiar with Boas. He waved to Boas over there without thinking too much: "Andre——"

Andre?The reporters present all looked in the direction of Maniche's beckoning, and immediately spotted Boas in the crowd.

Then someone exclaimed, "That oriental man looks exactly like the oriental wizard in the newspaper!" The reporters suddenly remembered what happened after the night game of the Champions League final not long ago, and then thought of the Boss present at the scene. Aspen, the rich imagination made the reporters climax immediately.

"The assistant coach of Porto secretly introduced the magical oriental wizard to Portugal, wanting to reproduce the miracle of the Champions League night? "

"Mysterious Oriental Wizard Appears in Lisbon, Portugal's Secret Weapon Has Been Revealed!" "

"Why is he in love with Portugal?"The exotic relationship between an oriental wizard and an assistant teacher in Porto. "

Originally, Boas was just looking for Yan Jing who had separated from him, but after he found that there were many reporters at the scene, he wisely chose to hide in the crowd to see the situation, but he did not expect that Maniche betrayed him ...

Boas looked at a group of reporters who were about to squeeze over, and had no choice but to throw a "take care" look at Yan Jing who was staring at him, and then ran away immediately after rubbing oil on the soles of his feet.

Nima, this guy ran away by himself again? !Yan Jing grinned angrily, and wanted to leave like Boas, but those hungry reporters had already surrounded him and the bewildered Maniche regardless of the security personnel's obstruction.

"Sir, did you come to Lisbon to help Portugal win the championship?"

"Sir! Can you tell us your motive for doing this?"

"Is the Portuguese Football Association looking for you? How much benefit can you get from it? Can you tell me?"

Scolari, who was originally on the bus, also heard the abnormal noise outside. He got out of the car and looked at a bunch of reporters, and then called Ronaldo who had been left alone.

"Cristiano, what's going on, didn't I say that interviews with reporters are strictly prohibited?"

"We didn't accept interviews, but..." Ronaldo explained the whole thing roughly, "so those reporters surrounded him."

Scolari had read the news about Yan Jing in the newspaper. Although he always thought it was just media hype, he was still a little interested when he suddenly saw a real person: "Do you know him?"

Ronaldo choked up: "...is it... acquaintance?"

Scolari looked at his watch. There was not much time for him to spend here, but Maniche was still surrounded by reporters, so he had to ask the security personnel to forcibly separate the reporters.

"Take Maniche... Forget it, take both of them in the car, and give him a ride along the way."

Yan Jing, who was annoyed by the reporters on the other end, simply broke the jar, raised his hand to signal the reporters to be quiet, and then spoke with a cool and domineering expression.

"Portugal? No, I'm here to cheer for Greece. As for the reason? I'm just happy, can you care?"

As soon as this remark came out, the reporters immediately caused a commotion, but Yan Jing finally opened his mouth anyway. The excited reporter planned to continue asking, but at this moment several fierce and strong men rushed over and forcibly A road parted.

"Two gentlemen, please get in the car quickly." The security personnel waved to them while resisting the impact of the reporters.

Although he couldn't understand what the other party was saying, Yan Jing probably guessed the meaning, and hurriedly followed Maniche towards the bus in Portugal, finally getting rid of the annoying reporter.

After boarding the bus, Yan Jing looked up at the stars who were close in front of him, feeling a little bit excited while being embarrassed.

Luis Figo, Rui Costa, Deco...these are all famous players!

Except for the Dortmund players, Yan Jing, who has hardly had close contact with the stars, was a little bit uncontrollable. Fortunately, the coughing of the Brazilian coach Scolari brought him back to his senses.

Scolari is not very good at English, so he caught Ronaldo who was in the UK as a temporary translator.

"Are you really a wizard?"

"No, Mr. Scolari, those are just the obsessions of the media..." Yan Jing looked helpless, "I'm just an ordinary tourist who came to Lisbon to watch the European Cup final."

"Sir, Mourinho admitted that he saw this in the newspaper." Ronaldo's microphone was working diligently, "Is this also obscenity?"

The corners of Yan Jing's mouth started to twitch as soon as he heard Ronaldo's words. He couldn't even wash himself off by jumping into the Danube!

He tried his best to smile and speak kindly: "...Mr. Ronaldo, please tell Mr. Scolari to send me here. The hotel I booked is nearby."

Unable to take the opportunity to find out the truth, Cristiano Ronaldo glanced at Yan Jing and snorted twice before translating the original words into Portuguese for Scolari.

Seeing that Yan Jing was unwilling to answer, Scolari didn't intend to ask any more questions, so he asked the driver to find a place where he could park and let Yan Jing get off.

While the driver was looking for a parking place, Yan Jing took this time to look at the Ronaldo in front of him again—the current Ronaldo is not mature enough in any way, and at the age of 19, he still has a bit of "washing, cutting and blowing" "Taste hairstyle, dyed blond hair standing up high like a prickly head, and the big diamond studs on the ears not only failed to highlight its original temperament, but a bit like a nouveau riche.

Although none of these can conceal Ronaldo's original handsomeness, but compared with the next one, it is still... hahahaha.

Yan Jing lowered his head resolutely before he laughed out loud. Ronaldo looked at Yan Jing's trembling shoulders and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, no, I'm fine."

Yan Jing raised his head and waved his hands to indicate that it was okay, but it was obvious that the uncontrollable smile on his face made Ronaldo unable to believe his words.

The obvious perfunctory of the Oriental man made Ronaldo very upset. He was about to put on a celebrity airs for the other party to see, but the bus stopped and the door opened.

Yan Jing's impulse before getting out of the car caused him to reach out and rub Ronaldo's head as a prank, and then quickly walked towards the car door before the other party got mad.

After successfully "molesting" the future football superstar, Yan Jing, who immediately felt happy, did not forget to blow a kiss to him triumphantly before leaving.

"Mr. Ronaldo, I wish you good luck, I will see your performance at the Stadium of Light the day after tomorrow."

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After the Greek team entered the final, it attracted the attention of the Greek Football Association, and even the accommodation was changed from the original Tivoli Hotel to the super five-star hotel Pestana Carlton Palace.

Although the hotel doesn't look very impressive from the outside, it's only when you step inside that it's originally a converted 19th-century palace.

Because of this, the hotel does not have a lobby, and there are many guards guarding the entrance of the hotel, so the hopes of those reporters who want to catch the players or the head coach Rehhagel here seem to have to be shattered.

However, the determination and perseverance of the reporters have always been extraordinary. From dawn to sundown, they took turns squatting outside the hotel in an orderly manner, refusing to let go of any opportunity to interview players and coaches.

Such persistence finally got the news they wanted.

In the beginning, only captain Zagorakis and midfielder Yanakopoulos appeared one after another. Then at around 6:40 p.m., many players from the Greek team came out together, but due to the fierce-looking The security personnel were guarding. Although there was only five or six meters away from the players, no reporter dared to act rashly.

Just when the reporter was about to retreat at about 7:[-] p.m., they accidentally found "Football Emperor" Beckenbauer and some officials through the transparent glass, and walked through the coffee shop to the hall where the Greek team is located.

A group of cameramen who were about to fall asleep with their cameras on their shoulders quickly pointed the camera at Beckenbauer under the urging of the reporters on the side. Judging from the situation of the entourage, it is obvious that Beckenbauer did not come on behalf of the German Football Association. Visit, but on behalf of UEFA or FIFA came to visit the Greek team.

He entered the hotel very secretly, and even the two smart Portuguese SIC TV reporters at the door did not notice the whereabouts of this group of people.

Beckenbauer and the Greek coach Rehhagel are a pair of old friends-it is no secret that Rehhagel once coached Bayern, but he dismissed get out of class early due to poor record.

Previously, the chairman of the German Football Association publicly expressed his appreciation for Rehhagel in front of the media, implying that he hoped that Rehhagel would take over the German team. Hagel was full of praise and admitted that he is a good candidate for the future head coach of the German team.

Although Beckenbauer came on behalf of FIFA, who can guarantee that they will not talk about these things at all?

Oh oh oh!There must be something here!

The reporters were like a swarm of sharks who smelled blood. After discussing with each other, they immediately divided their hands into several groups to guard every exit that might let the other party slip away.

Want us the Uncrowned King to leave without getting any big news?Humph, dreaming!