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Chapter 167 Viking War Dance

"Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Kill!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

“Lin Supo!!!!!!!!!!!!”

"Lin Supo beat Juventus 2:1. Lin Supo beat Juventus. The referee Livio Bazoli blew the whistle at the end of the game. Let us congratulate Roma and Lin Su.

Poe, they once again defended the glory of the city of Rome."

"The hero showed his true colors at the critical moment. Lin Supo stood up again. Roma fans lit up fireworks and the Olympic Stadium in Rome fell into a carnival."

In fact, Duan Xuan's description was a bit euphemistic, because the fans in the front row had already rushed into the stadium.

"Hey man, you okay?"

Tomasi looked at Lin Supo's leg bleeding and asked with concern.

Lin Supo helped him stand up, waved his hand and said: "This level can be solved by putting a band-aid on for a second grader. Only first graders can cry, so don't be like a bitch, we should celebrate

.”

"That damn bald guy deserves a red card!"

Totti even muttered.

"The game is over. Failure is the best punishment for them."

Lin Supo pulled Totti and Tomasi and called his teammates to walk to the stands together.

Totti, who turned his back to his teammates, was still chattering excitedly: "We won. I scored the goal and you found the opportunity. Your goal was my assist. We are super handsome, just like Caesar and Octavian."

Lin Supo stopped and looked at him, and then spoke after two seconds: "Then I am Caesar."

"Okay, who made you young? I am Octavian."

Tomasi couldn't help laughing anymore and said: "Idiot, Octavian is Caesar's son!"

Totti was dumbfounded, he really didn't know.

You should never overestimate the cultural level of players, let alone the geographical and historical knowledge of Europeans.

A member of the coaching staff had already brought a microphone, and the team doctor squatted directly next to Lin Supo's leg to help bandage his wound.

His wound looks scary, but it is actually just a little bit of flesh scraped out by the shoe spikes. For a player, this is already a very simple injury. Compared with the problems that frequently break legs, muscles and ligaments, it is not worth mentioning. Of course, if

If you put it in the domestic entertainment industry, it may be that you need to send out a medical helicopter, and then cry during the interview about how hard it is to make money, working 26 hours a day, not sleeping for a week, and still persisting with a fever of over 40 degrees.

"Hey, guys."

Lin Supo took the microphone and said.

"If you don't want us to be deducted points, it's best to go back to the stands. We may not be able to compete for the championship, but I want to play in the Champions League next season. If you are too passionate, those old men who hold meetings all day will teach Roma a lesson again."

.”

The fans burst into laughter.

Europeans tend to resist authority, so Lin Supo's joke on the Italian Football Disciplinary Committee was obviously a good joke.

"OK, we originally wanted to celebrate something special, so let's start over and pretend that the game has just ended?"

After receiving a noisy response from the fans, Lin Supo called the whole team back to the center of the court.

Piero looked at this scene with some envy.

The Roma people are very barbaric, but the atmosphere is also very good. Juventus is a wealthy club, but there are many rules, and seniority is also very serious. Lin Supo jokingly called Totti the "little prince", but in fact he is also the "zebra prince"

Junior.

The boot room culture of the British team refers to the inheritance of the team. Players retire and return to work at the club to become scouts, coaches, and staff, and then use their spirit to infect the young people of the team. This is a good thing. But it is also a bit heavy for young people.

If the big brother of the team is reliable, there is nothing to say, but if you encounter those who are unreliable, it will become bullying. For example, Beckham was forced to shoot a male star, and Scholes was stuffed into a roller. The washing machine is causing asthma. These are relatively mild, and even worse, they have reached the level of legal coffee.

The Italian teams are similar to the British teams, or maybe we can say that they are similar in football. The clear hierarchy sometimes means oppression. Of course, in the future, as more and more talented teenagers will land in the first team early, this kind of ranking will be based on seniority. phenomenon gradually disappeared.

Del Piero did not expect that an Asian player who had just arrived in Rome could communicate with the fans on behalf of the fans. This kind of thing is usually the responsibility of the team captain.

He took another deep look at Lin Supo's back before lowering his head and walking into the players' tunnel.

Under Lin Supo's greeting, Roma players and staff lined up in a row, with their arms spread out on the shoulders of the people next to them. After counting 321, they rushed to the stands and knelt down together. They were jumping on their backs and looked very happy. Roma fans were overjoyed. .

As expected, Chinese boys can always come up with something new.

It seems that the atmosphere of the team is very good and the Roma fans are also very happy.

However, the entire Roman team, which had already communicated with each other, immediately formed a triangle.

"Huh~"

As Lin Supo and Totti clapped their hands, raised their arms, clapped again, and kept shouting "hoo", the whole team followed suit.

As if a virus was contagious, the first fan appeared in the stands and clapped with them, and immediately the whole city was covered. The entire Rome Olympic Stadium was filled with the sound of clapping and "whooping" they exhaled every once in a while. Tens of thousands of people like this , the scene of people united as one is extremely shocking.

With satellite signals, Rome's performance has also reached thousands of households.

Finally, the whole city of Rome seemed to be vibrating to their beat.

Phew~

A short and powerful shout floated in the night sky over the city of Rome.



"Congratulations on your victory."

"Thanks."

Lin Supo was interviewed in the mixed interview area with his jersey draped over his shoulders.

"How does it feel to win against Juventus today?"

"It's special. They were the Champions League champions last year. Any team would want to win the Champions League."

Lin Supo said with a smile.

"What about the final kill? How does it feel?"

"It's great, that's why I love football, football is so fucking wonderful!"

"Okay, thank you, you're great."

After saying that, she shook hands with Lin Supo again, and Lin Supo shrugged and walked back.

Today, Totti attended the post-match press conference and returned to the locker room to change clothes. Lin Supo threw the small note handed over by the reporter directly into the trash can.

He doesn't like to date little-known girls, unless their looks match his taste, which the reporter obviously doesn't do.

Tonight's game also consumed too much of his energy. Although he is a playboy, he still knows the severity. When he feels tired, he will do recovery training first, and then have a good sleep. .

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