When Sun Dahai returned to Bafu Garden, it was already very late. He was about to wash up and go to bed, but was stopped by Ren Kuei, who came back with him.
"Haidai, are you going to sleep? What day is today, have you forgotten?"
Sun Dahai fell into deep thought.
Today is July 12th. What day is it? The National Day of the United States? It doesn’t seem to be the case. The National Day of the United States is July 4th. Besides, even if it is, it has nothing to do with me.
Seeing that he couldn't think of anything, Ren Xiang said angrily: "Today is the day of the World Cup finals. I really don't understand why you talk about football so eloquently but don't like to watch football. Do you rely entirely on luck when betting on football?" ?”
Sun Dahai suddenly realized.
Since you label yourself a fan, just watch a final and don't make others doubt you.
"Uncle Hua, if you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten. When is the game? Let's watch it together."
"The game starts at two o'clock in the morning. You go to bed first, and I will set the alarm clock. When the time comes, we will get up and watch the game."
At two o'clock in the morning, two fans and gamblers sat on the sofa in the living room and started watching the game.
After being accustomed to watching games that are faster and richer in techniques and tactics decades later, it is undoubtedly a torture for Sun Dahai to look back at the 1982 game.
Especially this game is between West Germany and Italy.
Anyone who knows football knows that although the West German team was strong in the past, their playing style was relatively rigid and they relied entirely on strength to crush their opponents, which was not very enjoyable to watch.
As for the Italian team, they are really unlikable with their tiresome defense and almost sneak attack attack. It is also called a reinforced concrete defense, but it is more appropriate to say that it is a reinforced brown sugar defense. It is worth watching. In terms of performance, it is far inferior to the third-place Polish team this time.
If it weren't for the fear of Ren Kuei's suspicion, Sun Dahai would not stay up late to watch this game, even if he bet a huge amount of money on the outcome of this game.
Sigh, it’s so hard to make some money~! Sun Daitian thought shamelessly.
If Sun Dahai's thoughts were known to others, especially poor members like Ah Shan and Zhao Jun who earned only a few hundred yuan by selling their strength for a month, they would have to drown him in a mouthful of saliva.
The first half ended 0-0. The unlucky Tardelli became the first person to miss a penalty kick in the World Cup final and was recorded in history.
Ren Kuanwei was a little worried, because they were betting that the Italian team would win by a big score. Now half the time has passed, and the score has not been changed yet.
Looking at Sun Dahai again, he had an indifferent expression. He was eating the cold food brought from the fifth floor, and even secretly opened a can of cold beer and drank it happily.
The beer in front of Ren Kuei was already running out of air, and he didn't even take a sip.
This is the gap! Ren Kuangxi thought silently, his mentality is not as good as that of a child, no wonder others can win money.
Of course Sun Dahai didn't know about Ren Kuang's psychological activities.
He couldn't tell Ren Kuehui that he was reborn, that he knew the score a long time ago, and that drinking while watching football was a habit in his previous life, and it was also to prevent himself from dozing off.
Fortunately, the situation on the field suddenly changed in the second half. The West German team, which was unanimously optimistic before the game, could not attack for a long time. It became impatient and the defenders pressed too hard for assists. A flaw was exposed in the defense, and the Italian team seized the opportunity.
Starting from the 57th minute, in just 25 minutes, the Italian team almost used the same method to score three goals in a row. Although the West German team scored a face-saving goal in the 83rd minute, it did not help.
There are about ten minutes left before the end of the game, including injury time.
Ren Kuanwei couldn't sit still anymore. Every time the Italian team got the ball, he would be frightened.
The score is now 1:3, which is the score they bet on, and they also bet on the score 2:3.
In other words, in the last ten minutes, if the score remains unchanged or the West German team scores another goal, they can win money.
But the Italian team must not score another goal, otherwise their 100,000 Hong Kong dollar bet will be in vain.
Sun Dahai saw Ren Tuanwei's nervousness, and he comforted Ren Tuanwei and said: "Uncle Hua, don't be nervous, it's ours, we can't run away. Now you know why I don't want to watch the game. Watch the game I bet on. , there is no fun in watching football at all, only nervousness."
Even though he said that, as time went by, Ren Kuanei still became more and more nervous.
His heart beat faster and his breathing became rapid. Although the air conditioner was on in the living room, he still broke out in a cold sweat.
Fortunately, nothing went wrong in the game in the last few minutes. The Italian team had no intention of attacking anymore and they used various methods to delay the game.
The West German team was determined to kill the enemy but was unable to make a comeback. The final minutes of the game were spent with constant fouls and player treatment.
With two shorts and one long, the referee blew three whistles and the game ended.
The West German team unexpectedly lost to the Italian team 1:3 and won the Spanish World Cup runner-up.
The Italian team raised the Hercules Cup designed by their compatriot, artist Silvio Gazzaniga, high.
This World Cup football match is over.
Sun Dahai pretended to yell twice, waved his fist, expressed his excitement, and then went to sleep.
Ren Kuei's whole body felt weak and he collapsed on the sofa.
After a while, he jumped up, ran back to the house, and picked up Sun Dahai, who had just laid down.
Sun Dahai snorted a few times, expressing his dissatisfaction, and then asked: "Uncle Hua, the game is over, is there anything else?"
"Have you forgotten our bet? Don't you want to know how much money we won?"
"It's not like the money can escape. The Macao Lottery won't redeem your prizes for you now anyway. Will it be the same if you wake up tomorrow and watch it again?"
"You have such a big heart~!" Ren Kuang was completely convinced by him.
"We can always see what the odds are first, right?"
Sun Dahai thought for a while and said: "After watching it, I'm afraid that I will be too excited and prone to insomnia. I won't watch it. You can watch it if you want. I will watch it after I get up."
Sun Dahai yawned, fell down again, and went to sleep.
What Dahai said makes sense!
Ren Kuang thought for a long time, then he simply followed Sun Dahai's example and lay down to sleep.
He originally thought that he would not be able to sleep, or even suffer from insomnia. But after he lay down, he listened to Sun Dahai's even breathing on the bed next to him, and after a while, he also fell asleep.
Ren Kuang suddenly stirred and woke up.
He turned around and found that Sun Dahai was not on the bed, and the bedding was neatly packed.
He looked at the clock on the bedside table again and found that it was just after seven o'clock.
Sun Dahai must have been doing morning exercises again. This kid really has perseverance.
Ren Kuanxi sighed while getting dressed and getting up.
He resisted the urge to check the odds with Cai Jing and went to do some personal hygiene first, hoping to wait until Sun Dahai came later and then watch together.
While he was washing, Sun Dahai ran back. After he entered the room, he shouted: "Everyone, hurry up, aren't you going to Maxim's Palace for morning tea in a while? Hurry up, if you go late, the reserved seats will not be available. Already."
Ren Kuanxi stood at the door of the bathroom, holding a toothbrush in his hand and staring blankly at Sun Dahai. His mouth was half open, and the white toothpaste foam in his mouth remained along the corners of his mouth without even noticing.
At least it's an income of millions of Hong Kong dollars. Brother, don't you care at all? You are still thinking about having morning tea. How hungry are you? Ren Kuangmei was really speechless to him.
Ren Kuanxi quickly washed up and without saying a word, he directly pulled Sun Dahai into the house.
"Uncle Hua, what's wrong?" Sun Dahai didn't know why and was still asking.