long live football

"My face is stiff from laughing, and I urgently need a glass of beer to quench my thirst, how about you?" After taking photos with dozens of fans, Sven Bender felt that he could no longer control his facial muscles.

"Whoever can take me away from here, she/he is my angel..." Portillo, with drooping eyelids and the corner of his mouth curled up, said dyingly, his whole face looked more like a word embarrassing .

But before Portillo finished his sentence, he was embraced by an enthusiastic Spanish fan, who also told him excitedly in his native language: "One of the biggest reasons why I came to Munich to participate in the Oktoberfest is that Want to meet you! Portillo, you are my idol! I started watching you play football when you were a teenager! God, how I miss your days in Madrid..." Speaking of this, the voice of the fans Choked up.

Portillo patted the opponent on the back to appease the excitement of the Spanish fans, then, at the direction of the opponent's girlfriend, took a photo with a smile.

Not only him, every main player of Munich 1860 is surrounded by a large number of fans, taking pictures and signing autographs non-stop.

Today is the opening ceremony of the 171st Munich Oktoberfest. According to tradition, people will wear their national costumes to participate in parades, celebrations and various carnival activities.Every year, about 600 million tourists flock to Munich during the Oktoberfest, consume about 600 million liters of beer and 60 chickens, and bring nearly 10 billion euros in fiscal revenue to the city.

Just after the big victory in the Munich Derby, and ushered in such a celebration, the club specially gave all staff and players a day off, and organized them to come to Marie Square on the day of the opening ceremony. While participating in the event, they prayed to the Bavarian Goddess, hoping Munich 1860 was protected by the goddess of victory, and one day it will usher in a revival. (The Bayern team also prays to the Bavarian goddess for victory every year, but because the legendary goddess is guarded by four lions, and the team emblem of 1860 is also a lion, so the Lions feel that they will definitely be more favored by the goddess than Bayern .)

Because everyone has to wear national costumes during the October Festival, Munich 1860 also spent a lot of money, from the chairman to the coaches to the players, to customize a set of Bavarian traditional costumes - from head to toe there are small felt hats with feathers, Blue linen shirt, waistcoat, tight-waisted trousers (or overalls), white stockings, and suede shoes.

Although these clothes sound simple, in fact, the price of making a set is very expensive. Just a pair of ordinary leather pants costs six to seven hundred euros, plus a shirt, vest, hat and shoes, it costs at least a thousand euros.

And the reason why the club is so generous this time is actually for the purpose of promoting the team's image through the Oktoberfest. Otherwise, why would the executives put the coach and players into the wolf pack as soon as they arrived at Marie Square? No, the fans don't care What?

Chairman Auer, Vice Chairman Zeutmeyer, Manager Nesser, these "old and decrepit" high-level executives were sitting in a giant makeshift tent, drinking cold beer while watching the players and coaches bear the weights on their shoulders. The sun, dripping with sweat, was squeezed among the fans and suffered "physical torture".

Whoever is the most popular person in the team has become the most miserable at this moment.

After being hugged by two strong female fans and almost dying, Sven finally couldn't take it anymore. When a male fan walked towards him with a smile, he dragged his brother Lars to him: "I can't hold it anymore , you come here!"

However, Lars firmly grabbed onto Sven's arm: "The boss said that good brothers should be in trouble together!"

The male fan stood behind them with a smile, stretched out his arms, and put them directly on Brother Bender's shoulders. He kept urging the twins: "Look at the camera, look at the camera."

It was finally lunch time, and the crowded crowd seemed a little thinner. Koch, whose autograph arm was almost useless, frowned and said, "Is there no need to hold this tortured fan meeting in the afternoon?"

"Who knows if Mr. Chairman will let us go..."

"I'm starving, I want a beer! I want a chicken sausage and a pork knuckle!"

"I suspect I can't even lift a beer glass with my arms."

"Forget about it," Ozil said bitterly, "I've been pinched five times in the face."

But Russ came over and said secretly: "We are all fine, look at the boss, he is the one who suffers the most..."

Several people invariably looked towards the place with the most crowds—the place was not so much an encirclement as a black hole for fans. Koch was tall and wore leather shoes, and he could still vaguely see Karl's figure at first, but now he could see even the top of his head. Not anymore.

But the number of people in that place is still increasing. Fans gather around one wave after another. Few people can come out. Occasionally, one squeezes out and happily raises his hand and shouts, "I got it! I got it!" This made those around them even more scrambled, worried that Karl Oston would leave at any moment as the minutes passed.

The players looked at me and I looked at you, and collectively sighed: "Poor boss!"

……

Shaking hands, signing autographs, smiling, and the photo was completed with a "click", one fan left, and another fan came.

Karl originally thought that the boys in the team were the most popular with local fans. After all, they are the future of German football, aren't they?But the reality is that there are hundreds of men, women and children around him, and everyone exudes excitement, enthusiasm and eagerness, and Karl is so surrounded that he can hardly even see the sun.

With tenacious nerves and incredible perseverance, Karl insisted on not moving for two and a half hours.The highest temperature in Munich today is 16°, but he is already sweating profusely.

Not to mention that there are all kinds of "introduced private goods" - the female fans are all wearing traditional Bavarian long skirts, corseted waists, tops with open collars, and lace necklines. Their well-developed breasts are half exposed, and they deliberately rub against you from time to time. It's a flesh bomb.

God, another one!

When a young girl squeezed into the crowd with a beer mug excitedly rushed towards Karl, he took a few steps back to avoid her. Spilled most of the glass of beer on Karl.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" the girl yelled, her face flustered: "I didn't mean it!"

Carl looked down at his almost soaked upper body: the beer flowed from his neck, soaking the entire front shirt, and the fabric was tightly attached to the skin, almost translucent.

The sound of flashing lights kept ringing all around.

Thankfully, no matter how hot it was just now, he didn't take off his vest, otherwise, it must have been exposed by now.

Karl looked up and looked around, and under the eager eyes of countless people... he fastened the last two buttons of the vest that had been unbuttoned.

Sigh, a loud sigh from many people at the same time.

Carl raised his eyebrows, and the opportunity for relief came.

"Sorry, I need to leave." Carl pointed to his soaked shirt with a helpless smile: "The current appearance is too inappropriate. I need to find a place to change."

The fans looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally gave way in disappointment.

Carl can't wait to go out.

The girl who just poured beer all over him followed immediately, and said to him with a guilty expression, "I'm sorry, really, very very sorry."

"It's okay, I don't blame you." Carl smiled at her happily.

The girl was flattered: "Please let me make it up to you! My uncle opened a clothing store near here. I can pay you a shirt, and you can change clothes there!"

Karl blinked slowly, what a coincidence?

Seeing Karl's hesitation, the girl said sincerely, "Give me a chance to make amends, please?"

Thinking about going home to change clothes now is not realistic, and Karl doesn't want to stay in the street for too long, so he nodded: "Please lead the way."

……

"Here are wet towels and dry towels, a shirt, and a new pair of pants." The girl put the clothes on the chair, clasped her hands in front of her, and looked at Carl nervously: "Do you need any help?"

"No, I don't need it anymore." Carl showed her a friendly smile: "You can, um, go out, and close the door for me when you leave?"

The girl stared blankly at Carl, then her cheeks blushed suddenly, she nodded her head a few times, then turned around and walked out quickly.

Carl started to unbutton his cuffs, and looked around the room by the way—after the girl led him into the clothing store and picked clothes of the right size (he chose an extra pair of trousers because he found that the trousers were also soaked in water after he entered the store). Beer), he offered to change in the fitting room and leave, but the girl insisted that he go to her uncle's makeshift lunch break room to change, and said he definitely needed a towel to wipe himself off, well, Carl needed those things , so there is no excuse.

Putting the cufflinks aside, took off his shirt, first wiped off the beer stains on his body with a wet towel, and then wiped it again with a dry towel. Just as he bent down to untie his shoelaces and was about to take off his pants, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

There seems to be a slight sound coming from behind?

Carl turned around, and was surprised to find that the door was not closed tightly, but a gap a few fingers wide was exposed, revealing some light from the shop outside.

Didn't he tell the girl to close the door just now? Could it be that she was too nervous and forgot?Carl walked over to close the door, thought for a while, and then closed the curtains on the windows of the room.

When she changed her clothes and went out, the girl was waiting outside: "Ah, you changed your clothes!" She blinked: "I mean, it's too fast."

Carl handed her the wet clothes: "Please wrap the clothes for me." He took out his credit card from his wallet and said, "I don't have much cash with me, can I swipe my card?"

The girl blushed, shook her hand and said, "No, I don't charge you for the clothes! It's my compensation!"

"But it's not your store, right? Your uncle will check the account." Carl stuffed the card into the other party's hand: "Please pay the bill."

The girl turned her head three times and walked to the cashier.

After leaving the store, Carl returned to the venue with the packing bag. When he saw that several of his players were still imprisoned, he turned around and sneaked into the tent.

Half an hour later, when the hungry players of 1860 Munich finally escaped from the crowd of fans under the escort of the staff and came to the party venue, they saw their head coach sitting leisurely on a chair with a sumptuous meal in front of them. For lunch, I drank slowly with a glass of beer in one hand.

Ozil stared: "Boss, why are you here?!"

Carl glanced at him: "Where else would I be?"

The players looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly raised their hands and pointed at each other: "They all said you eloped with a girl!"

Koch added slowly: "It is said that she is still an underage girl."

……

The Oktoberfest is in full swing, and the rhythm of the league cannot be interrupted. At the end of September, 9 Munich ushered in a match against Wolfsburg.

With Koch's brave save, the Lions did not concede a goal. After the game, Koch was also named the best player in the game.

The score was finally fixed at 0:1. Munich 1860 still won the away game, and this goal was scored by Ozil. His sense of smell in front of the goal was amazing, and it was Lars who assisted.

第七轮联赛结束后，慕尼黑1860以4胜2平1负积14分的成绩排在积分榜第五位，第四位的柏林赫塔与狮队积分相同，但有净胜球优势，而No.1是6胜1负积18分的拜仁慕尼黑。

However, whether it was before or after the game, the focus of the media was not on the game. They seemed to be concerned about "Auston wearing a soaked shirt on the opening day of the October Festival, from surrounded by hundreds of people. Squeeze out, and disappear in a storefront with an underage girl" is more interested in the scandal.

Regarding this matter, no matter what the reporter said, Carl said "no comment", but he was worried that the media would harass the girl (the girl's photo was also taken by the fans onlookers). Almost a week after the ceremony, he didn't see any information about the girl in the newspaper, so he was relieved.

But within a few days, Mendes' call came.