When the celebration was over, Atletico Madrid players were already waiting to win the Champions League trophy. Dick stood aside with a smile, also waiting for the moment to win the trophy.
But at this time, Dick felt a little strange in his heart, because the old Hill had not shown up yet, including the club's top management, the other two shareholders and the young Hill - what was going on?
But soon, Dick put all this aside and prepared to receive the Champions League trophy.
He climbed onto the podium with the players, and then took the trophy from the hands of UEFA President Johansson. Dick weighed the weight of the trophy, and then with great force, he lifted the trophy over his head!
Huge cheers erupted from the stands. Such cheers meant that Atletico Madrid became the 22nd club in the history of European clubs to win the Champions League! The third Spanish club to win the Champions League, Madrid City
The second club to win the Champions League!
Johansen clapped his hands with satisfaction. The ratings of this season's Champions League were quite high, and the final between the two dark horses also attracted countless attention. To be able to have such a wonderful final before the World Cup, Europe
The Football Federation is also proud. If the standard of the World Cup seems a bit low, UEFA will also have huge confidence when facing FIFA!
After the celebration, Atletico Madrid players will not just leave like this. They will have an hour-long celebration in the center of the stadium, such as lifting the trophy in the center of the stadium, going around the stadium, and celebrating extremely crazy...
The Atletico Madrid people who came to the court started celebrating wildly. At this time, Dick still didn't see Old Hill. At this time, he felt something was wrong. At this time, Old Hill hadn't appeared yet, and something was indeed wrong...
At this time, he saw Xiao Hill.
Usually, Xiao Hill pays great attention to his own image, but this time it was different from usual. He was wearing a rumpled suit, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red.
Dick's heart tightened, and he immediately left the others and walked over. Then he asked Xiao Hill in a low voice: "What's the matter, Miguel?"
Little Hill gave Dick a complicated look, and then whispered: "Di...father is ill and has been sent to the hospital now."
Although he had been mentally prepared, Dick was still shocked. He looked at Xiao Hill in disbelief, and then shouted in a low voice: "What? What did you say? Mr. Chairman, what happened to him... what happened to him?"
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"He has gone to the hospital. The doctor said that his condition is very bad. His heart has always been bad..." Xiao Hill replied in a low voice.
Dick's face became very ugly, but he did not yell out. There were too many people around now, and he could not affect other people's emotions. He bit his lip and nodded, and then whispered: "Okay
, I will go immediately...I will give an explanation to the others so as not to affect other people's mood."
After saying this, Dick walked towards the celebrating crowd. Bellelon shouted to Dick loudly: "Boss, come and celebrate together!"
Dick smiled: "You celebrate... Robert, come here."
Marriner, whose clothes had been wrinkled by Atletico Madrid players, finally broke free from the crowd, then walked to Dick's side, smiled and asked: "What's the matter, Dick?"
Dick whispered in his ear: "Robert, something is wrong with Mr. Chairman... I am going to the hospital now, and then you can celebrate with the players... Don't let them know, so as not to affect their health."
Feeling."
Marriner was stunned, an expression of disbelief appeared on his face, but he quickly wiped it away, then nodded and said in a deep voice: "I understand, you go ahead, I will give it to the players
They explained it.”
Dick patted Marina on the shoulder, and then said to Xiao Hill: "Let's go, Miguel."
Little Hill turned around expressionlessly, and then walked away first, with Dick following closely behind.
Some players noticed this, and Marriner waved his arms: "Guys, let's celebrate! Now is our time to celebrate, there won't be any games for us to play next! Let's celebrate.
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The players cheered collectively, and they didn't care anymore. After all, Dick might have other things, who can say for sure? At this time, a season's hard work has paid off hugely. Now,
It's time for them to celebrate!
They didn't care, but the reporters couldn't help but care. When old Hill didn't show up at the celebration, many sharp-eyed reporters discovered that there was something wrong. And now that young Hill was leaving with Dick again, they immediately felt keenly.
Arrive—Did something happen?
"Excuse me, why did you leave in such a hurry?" A reporter asked as he trotted beside Dick.
Dick strode forward with a straight face, without any answer. The reporter still followed Dick reluctantly, and other reporters also noticed this and slowly gathered around...
Dick's face became more and more gloomy. Looking at more and more reporters around him, he suddenly stopped and asked loudly: "What do you think I am going to do at this time?"
"Yes, that's it!"
Several reporters answered randomly at the same time, and four or five live broadcast cameras were focused on Dick at the same time, wanting to hear his answer.
Seeing this posture, Dick suddenly laughed, and then he slowly raised his hand. After the surroundings became quiet, he suddenly said: "I want to go to my fucking head right now."
Find a girl to vent your anger, do you want to be fucked by me? Although I think you are very dirty, but now I don’t mind if I fuck your mouth!"
Everyone was stunned, especially the broadcasters who were so sorry that they were about to shoot themselves to death - the current broadcasts did not have any sound-absorbing facilities, and the words that Dick cursed were followed word for word by the broadcast footage.
Spread to all over the world...
After cursing loudly, Dick raised his hand and patted the stunned little Hill, and then quickly left the scene.
Looking at Dick's back, Little Hill was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses, and quickly followed Dick and left, leaving behind a large number of stunned reporters...
"He actually insulted us in such a public place! I'm going to sue him!" A reporter cursed angrily.
"That's right, go sue him!" The other reporters responded with the same hatred, and Dick scolded them all with just one sentence.
Dick didn't care what the result would be next. He and Xiao Hill walked out of the stadium quickly, and then boarded the Atletico Madrid club bus. After Xiao Hill gave an order, the bus left immediately.
Went to the hospital.
"What's going on, Mr. Chairman? Isn't he in the same box with you? Why is it so serious all of a sudden?" Dick asked Xiao Hill immediately after sitting down.
"When the score was two to two, my father was very nervous..." Little Hill looked up at Dick, then lowered his head: "Then he went into the small room in the box and said he didn't want to be stimulated outside anymore.
...When we were leading 3-2, he came out to celebrate, and then went in again. When the game was over, we knocked on the door, but there was no sound inside. By the time we broke in, my father...had already collapsed.
On the ground.”
At this point, Xiao Hill covered his face and cried bitterly: "His... heart has not been very good in the past two years. If it is a heart attack this time, then my father will be in danger!"
Dick's heart cooled down. He vaguely remembered that the world he knew was the one where old Hill passed away due to heart disease in the past few years. At that time, various media reported it, but Dick couldn't remember where.
It has been a year. After all, he was just a fan at that time. He only paid attention to the teams, players and coaches of the major leagues. Who would remember the affairs of a chairman? And Atletico Madrid was not very prominent at that time...
However, in Dick's mind now, Old Hill is no longer the "man who hates Atletico Madrid the most in the world" occasionally mentioned in newspapers, but a living old man who has lived by his side for more than two years.
A "person" who can be furious and smile kindly, not a name, a symbol, or a distant existence!
Dick couldn't accept this. He couldn't accept that someone he knew would leave forever. He was an orphan, so he hated seeing the scene of separation and death. He only regretted that he didn't have the ability to save a person's life.
!
Dick also lowered his head and held his head with both hands. He did not cry like Xiao Hill, but felt a deep sadness. A very important person around him was now in the hospital. He was completely
There is no certainty that we will be able to see him again in the future. Maybe soon, the old Hill will no longer be the club president who can express his support, give him power, give him transfer funds, and give him club shares.
It's a handful of hot ashes placed in a cold box...
"I just won the Champions League, how could you fall down at this time... This is not your style, my Mr. Chairman..." Dick let out a long sigh.
Little Hill's painful cries became louder.
When they arrived at the hospital, they were greeted by Cerezo and Abasolo—the entire top management of the Atletico Madrid club.
"How is my father?" Xiao Hill asked immediately.
Cerezo pointed to the rescue room: "It's being rescued."
Abasolo added: "The doctor said it was myocardial infarction... The situation is very dangerous, and I don't know if it can be saved... Jesus Christ, please let this old man live a few more years..."
Although he was at odds with Old Hill, Abasolo's prayers at this time were extremely pious. Although Old Hill offended many people in Spanish football, his straightforward personality allowed him to make many friends.
Yes, both Sanz, the former chairman of Real Madrid, and Florentino, the current chairman, are very good friends of Hill!
Dick stared blankly at the red light above the emergency room door, unable to say a word - he only knew that when the red light went out, it would be the death of Old Hill!
"The boss who doesn't know where he came from... If possible, if you can hear my request, let the old Hill live a few more years. I would rather lose the goal-creation card and various magical cards.
