"Brother Huan, Brother Huan, how did your 'audition' go? I read online that you almost got injured during training. What happened?"
When Zhang Qinghuan saw this news, it was after getting up the next morning.
The time Hu Lai posted this message in the group was 4:30 a.m. domestic time.
At that time, Zhang Qinghuan's mobile phone had entered "do not disturb mode". Although it could receive messages normally, it was completely silent and had no message notification sound.
So not only did he not see Hu Lai’s message, he also didn’t see the following one posted by Chen Xingyi:
"Fuck Hu Lai, why are you still caring about Brother Huan? Tomorrow is the final!"
Hu Lai: "What's going on? It's the Champions League final. I've participated three times... Oh, little star, this is your first time. It doesn't matter. Don't be nervous. It's actually very simple..."
Chen Xingyi: "Middle finger"
When Zhang Qinghuan saw the chat records in the group more than two hours later, she couldn't help but cover her face.
For a moment, he didn't know if Hu Lai really cared about him, or if he was taking this opportunity to play into Chen Xingyi's mentality...
After calculating the time, Zhang Qinghuan estimated that Hu Lai and Chen Xingyi should have fallen asleep at this moment in Manchester, England, so he replied in the group:
"Hu Lai, you are such a bitch! Everything is fine here, so don't worry about me. I tell you, don't pretend to be cool. If you pretend to be cool, you will be struck by lightning. If you lose in the final, I will see what you give to Pa.
Roddy sees you off!"
Then he said to Chen Xingyi: "Little Xingxing, don't think so much, just do it!"
After sending messages to both people respectively, Zhang Qinghuan put down her phone and got up to wash up.
On the other bed, Rong Yi had already sat up, rubbing his eyes.
A new day of "audition" for the Chinese team has begun again.
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Chen Xingyi heard the message notifications coming continuously from his cell phone, but did not immediately pick up the phone to check what was going on.
Instead, he turned over so that his back was facing the mobile phone on the bedside table.
He was forcing himself to ignore the phone. After all, he should have fallen asleep by this time.
But the night before the Champions League final... is a little tough.
Chen Xingyi didn't expect that he would fall asleep at this time.
It's a bit embarrassing.
But there is no other way. Who thinks that he is already 31 years old and has just played in the Champions League final for the first time?
He was both nervous and looking forward to it at the moment.
As long as you close your eyes, your mind will be full of images from tomorrow’s game:
How to warm up, how to appear... Do you want to say something when shaking hands with Hu Lai? No, you can't say, don't talk to him, talking to him will get in his way!
All in all, they are all kinds of messy thoughts.
He even thought about whether Hu Lai would be nervous or lose sleep in anticipation on the eve of his first Champions League final?
Naturally, it is impossible to ask him again now. He promises that there is not a single word of truth in his mouth.
I regret not asking Hu Lai about this in the first place...
Chen Xingyi, who was thinking wildly and tossing and turning, finally couldn't hold it back. He turned over again and reached out to find his mobile phone from the bedside table.
He wanted to see who sent him the message. Or, in other words, whether Hu Lai was not asleep like him...
He squinted his eyes and turned on his phone. After unlocking the screen, he saw two paragraphs posted by Brother Huan in the group.
One section is for Hu Lai, and the other section is for myself.
"Little Xingxing, don't think so much, just do it!"
At this moment, there was a vibration in the palm of my hand, and there was a new message in the group, from Xia Xiaoyu:
"Brother Huan is right, just do it!"
Then another one.
Wang Guangwei: "Yes, just do it."
Morikawa Junpei came out and greeted everyone first: "Old Wang, good morning Xiaoyu, Brother Huan got up so early!"
Then he left a message to Chen Xingyi: "Little Xingyi, I lent you my power. Please take my share and try to defeat Hulesang!"
Chen Xingyi finally laughed when he saw Junpei Morikawa's message full of chuuniu atmosphere.
He did not respond to everyone at this moment, but decisively chose to mute the screen and put the phone back on the bedside table.
Putting away his cell phone, he lay back on the bed and closed his eyes to sleep.
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After finishing the morning training, the national players changed their clothes and came to the restaurant of the training base one after another.
After lunch, they had a lunch break.
The afternoon training does not start until after four o'clock. Before that, they can choose to take a nap, play games, visit and chat, etc. The coaching staff generally does not interfere too much with what the players can and cannot do.
What.
During the meal, everyone sat in small groups with teammates with whom they were close, chatting while eating.
The topics are all-encompassing and have everything.
However, in the past two days, the "hot topics" during lunch time have focused on one thing.
That is the upcoming Champions League final.
Hulay has reached the Champions League finals three times before and won the trophy three times.
If Hulay had only played in the Champions League final, everyone's enthusiasm for attention would not have been so high.
This time it was because in addition to Hu Lai, Chen Xingyi also participated.
It is the first time in the history of the Champions League that two Chinese players meet in the Champions League final.
In fact, before the national team's "audition" training began, the Chinese media had already begun to build momentum for this first "Chinese Derby" in the history of the Champions League final.
If Zhang Qinghuan hadn't suddenly participated in the "audition", this first stage of training would not have attracted too much attention from fans. After all, it was just an "audition".
Even Zhang Qinghuan actually didn't steal the limelight for long. After one day, the discussion about his participation in the "audition" became quieter and quieter.
As the Champions League final approaches, various reports about this final on the Internet and in the media are becoming more and more intensive.
The preparations for the two teams, various interviews with players and coaches from both sides, and a review of the two teams' paths to qualifying for the Champions League.
Since Chen Xingyi reached the Champions League final for the first time, he appeared more often in reports than Hu Lai.
After all, everyone is used to seeing Hu Lai enter the Champions League final, but Chen Xingyi is still a big girl getting on the sedan chair - this is the first time.
Chen Xingyi's situation naturally attracts more attention: Can he complete a historic breakthrough and become the second Chinese player to win the Champions League?
Which team will win this final?
Both sides have many supporters, and the arguments presented are very reasonable and convincing.
However, the overall atmosphere of this discussion is still very harmonious, because the palms and backs of the hands are all flesh. Whether Hu Lai wins or Chen Xingyi wins, the final winner is a Chinese player. Therefore, there will be no conflicts or bad words due to the discussion.
The situation is also rare.
Such discussions also exist among the 50 national players in the training camp. The content of their discussions is actually no different from those discussed by online fans.
Just because they are professional players does not mean the content is more professional.
Why are you optimistic about Manchester United?
Because Manchester United has home field advantage.
Why are you optimistic about Madrid Pirates?
Because they have rich experience.
After all, these are the opinions of these very popular people.
No one can point out a key factor that no one has thought of before.
Because there is no such thing.
These professionals analyze and analyze, but there is no guarantee that what they say is correct.
Otherwise, wouldn’t the head coaches of both participating teams be more professional than them?
Can they guarantee that their team will definitely win?
how can that be possible?
No head coach in the world dares to make such a promise.
The so-called "we must win" is only used to boost morale.
The national players were chatting enthusiastically, but it was actually because they couldn't watch the live broadcast of this game.
Because the Champions League final kicked off at 8pm local time in London, it became 3am the next day in China.
Of course, fans can stay up late to watch the game at this time, but these international football players have to train normally the next day. They cannot stay up late to watch the game like ordinary fans. This will affect their rest and training.
It’s really a pity that we can’t watch the first Chinese derby in the history of the Champions League final...
But just because you can't watch the live broadcast doesn't mean you can't watch it at all.
Because the coaching staff has announced in advance, they will organize the whole team to gather together to watch the recording during tomorrow's lunch break.
Although they must all know the result of the game at this time, there is no suspense anymore.
But they definitely don’t watch the game just to watch the fun.
As the final of Europe's highest level competition, China's international players can learn from Europe's top teams by watching this game.
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"Hey Star, how did you sleep last night?"
During breakfast time, Edman sat down next to Chen Xingyi with a plate in his hands, and then asked him very concernedly.
"I didn't fall asleep at first, but after I fell asleep, I slept okay." Chen Xingyi said honestly.
"Hehe!" Edman grinned, "Are you nervous?"
Chen Xingyi glared at him: "Aren't you nervous?"
"I don't." Edelman proudly held his chest and head high, "I went to bed and slept until dawn!"
"Fuck you." Chen Xingyi didn't believe it.
It was the first time for him and himself to participate in the Champions League final. How could he be so calm and composed?
Edelman asked in a matter-of-fact tone: "What's there to brag about?"
Chen Xingyi thought for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Yes, you are so heartless, how could you be nervous?"
"Hey!" Edelman rolled his eyes at Chen Xingyi, then pointed at him and said, "Don't hold me back then!"
"Haha." Chen Xingyi smiled at him.
"I want to defeat Hu!" Seeing Chen Xingyi's perfunctory attitude, Edman poked himself with his thumb.
"What a coincidence, I want to defeat him too." Chen Xingyi still kept smiling.