football golden whistle

It was also a winter.The same is true in the sky, with fine snow floating.It is said that it is not cold when it snows, but it is cold when the snow melts, except in winter in England.

Winter in England is cloudy and rainy.There seemed to be a breathless fog hanging over the sky forever, like the black haze that weighed on the hearts of all Blues fans.

Liverpool fans, Manchester United fans, their proud and sympathetic expressions are still vivid.

Last season, they did not escape the curse of the Champions League. The European Championship trophy is clearly within reach, but they just can't touch it.

This season, the Champions League group stage is not all smooth sailing.Some die-hard fans remember being interrupted by an immature-looking youngster as they walked off Stamford Bridge apprehensively.

It was snowing that day, but he didn't wear a hat, but let the snowflakes fall on the top of his soft hair, accumulating a thin layer of snow.

They were obviously in a bad mood, but they couldn't get angry for no reason.

The warm smile on the young man's face made them involuntarily suppress the gloom in their hearts.

"Hello," he smiled, with two sweet dimples, "Excuse me, how do I get to the Stamford Bridge youth training?"

They thought he was just a kid who sneaked out without telling the family.

Teenagers are like this, carefree, simple-minded, but with big dreams in their hearts.And those days happened to be the opening of the Chelsea youth training trial training.

He will be taught to be a man by the strict youth training assessment, they thought.They thought he was just a passerby.

However, three weeks later, they actually saw him again at Stamford Bridge.

This time, he didn't appear outside the court again.He came out of the tunnel, and he stepped on the snow-swept lawn.

He, wearing the Chelsea first team jersey number 29.

The chestnut hair, blue eyes, and those drowning dimples... yes!it's him!

The kid with the warm smile!

sleet.

The sudden chill woke up the fans at the scene.

In front of the originally clear lens, there are also thin water droplets indistinctly attached.But this does not prevent the fans in front of the TV from greedily depicting the face of the Englishman with their eyes.

His expression was still the same as before, without any change!

No, there are still changes!He didn't look at the camera this time!

look at me!Many girl fans shouted in their hearts, hoping that he could take a look this way.

The thin snowflakes passed by his cheeks with the wind, as if he was a little bit reluctant, and stopped on his eyelashes nostalgicly, unwilling to leave.

His chestnut hair, eyebrows and long eyelashes were soon covered with a thin layer of snow.Against that special touch of white, the azure blue eyes are more serene and transparent, faintly, as if... filled with a layer of fleeting water.

The female fans gasped.

When they were about to rub their eyes and take a closer look, the scene just now disappeared again, and his eyes were the same as the corners of his gently curved mouth, still without any waves.

Everything seems to be an illusion.

Is it an illusion?Am I the only one who got it wrong?

The singing stopped, and all the tunes that led to the fans' fond memories, and the various images that appeared in front of them disappeared with a harsh whistle.

It was like waking up from a dream.

It's Clattenburg.He urged the players to kick off in the middle circle.

After the camera turned away, taking advantage of the stalemate during the kick-off, he quietly gave the lineman on the sidelines a close-up shot for a second.

The Englishman didn't notice the camera's renewed favor.His face was beautiful, his expression remained the same, but his eyes were completely different.

Very soft.

The snowflakes on his cheeks seemed to be melted by the heat, and the moisture froze under his eyelashes.

The snow is getting bigger.But that didn't burden the black-clad referees.Because they are running non-stop, wherever the ball rolls, their eyes will follow.

They are more focused on that ball than the players.They are ambitious and serious, and carry out their work seriously.

The collision on the field was very intense, and it was not affected by the sudden change of weather.

The wet grass can't extinguish the enthusiasm of the players.

Compared with the state of the fans at the scene, it is a bit weird.

They watched the two sides scramble absently, dazed for the first time in the atmosphere of the home court.

What did Evan do just now?

Does he like our gift?

Is he moved?

Is he happy?

They stared blankly at his fast running back. They thought it was silly to walk and stop along a line, but now they found it pleasing to the eye.

He feels so good even if he is just running!The muscle lines on his back are perfect!

The snow was a bit heavy, scattered on his body, and was shaken off by his running.Is he cold?

A gust of cold wind blew, and many fans shivered and couldn't help but put on more clothes.Then, he continued to look at his figure with half worry, half anxiety and half expectation.

until--

His hands made other movements.

"Beep—" the whistle drew their attention back.

They couldn't help but look at the referee.

Clattenburg's whistle was still hanging on his chest, obviously, it wasn't him blowing the whistle!

Who is that!

Alvin raised the flag!

His other hand was raised, and because his back was turned to them, they couldn't see the movement in front of him.

But compared to the lineman on the opposite side who was still a little confused, the one who blew the whistle was Aiwen!

What happened on the field?

*

At this time, Manchester.

Ronaldo just finished training and drove home.

He went in, took off his shoes, and sat on the sofa.

Feel like you forgot something today?

What's the matter?The Portuguese didn't think of it all at once.

Doorbell rang.

He opened the door, and there was a familiar courier outside the door. It was not the first time that the courier was responsible for the delivery in the area where he lived.

The courier brother also changed from being excited to see him at the beginning to being familiar and calm now: "Hey! Mr. Ronaldo, there is your courier."

C Luo thanked the other party, raised his eyebrows and looked at the express box in his hand, which was so light that it hardly weighed.

From my impression...he doesn't seem to be shopping online recently?Then who sent this courier to him?

It's upside down, well, it doesn't look like there are some mischievous things like blades.

Eliminate black powder.

Well, could it be one of my fans?Luo Xiaoxiao smiled narcissistically.

He walked back, ready to fetch a pocket knife.When he turned around, he caught a glimpse of the calendar hanging on the wall out of the corner of his eye.

September 2008, 11…

Hey!Isn't today the day that Ivan participated in the enforcement of Chelsea's game.

He exchanged news with Ai Wen a few days ago.

Could it be that Ivan's referee suit has arrived?

Ronaldo accelerated the unpacking action in his hands.

Sure enough, there was a neatly folded black sportswear lying in the box, with the word FIFA on it.

Black, very pure, the Portuguese rubbed it with his fingers, the fabric is good, and FIFA is willing to pay for it.

This is the first time he has changed the referee's clothes, and it feels different from changing the uniforms of other players.Hmm... I don't know what it feels like to wear it?Luo Xiaoxiao rubbed her chin, revealing a sweet smile that she didn't realize.

He lives alone in the huge villa, and there is still some time before going to the gym upstairs for training. Ronaldo decided to turn on the TV that he doesn't usually use.

I wonder if Chelsea's game is over?

The author has something to say:

Rooney: →_→

Cech: →_→

Raul: →_→

Aiwen in the referee uniform (emphasis added): →_→White female ticket, I don’t have a small theater to watch it.

Messi: QAQ author, who agreed that I am the cutest?

Ramos: The author is finally no longer short, and the day I play is getting closer (kimbo proud)

Cassie: →_→