“Bang!”
Their attention was not focused on the big screen showing the end of the first half of the game. The Manchester United players were getting up and moving around, and some were talking trash, when they were startled by a loud noise behind them and turned back.
"Hey! What's wrong Cris?"
The Portuguese man in front of him stood up and didn't pick up his cell phone even though it fell to the ground. He just stared at the big screen in front of him silently without saying a word.
Everyone turned around in confusion and saw the scene on the big screen. However, they could no longer tell what had just happened. The chaos and turmoil there completely obscured the two protagonists who had caused this situation.
The players' tunnel at Camp Nou.
Muller was stunned for a moment before he realized how he fell to the ground.
The two people were very close to each other, and he couldn't even see the whole face of the person he had thrown down on him. He could only see the other's deep blue eyes.
Wow, so pure, lively and clear.
Just by looking at her eyes, you can tell she must be a great beauty.
etc.
Great beauty?
Oh shit! There shouldn't be any girls in the player tunnel!
...The feeling on my mouth, this, this, this?
Mueller was not a new boy who had never been around girls. In fact, he already had a girlfriend, so he quickly realized what he had touched on.
He was panicked and tried to get up in a hurry. At this moment, a dull pain came from his brain. He covered his nose in pain and tears came out naturally.
Ivan, who was pressed under him, was finally able to move. He did the same thing as Muller and covered his face.
When Muller fell down, he had tried his best to release most of his strength. Fortunately, the steps were not high, only three or four, otherwise a tragedy would have occurred at the Nou Camp.
Despite this, the person acting as the meat pad would not feel good either, as Muller was unable to control his strength due to inertia and ended up face to face with him.
Alvin didn't care about the inexplicable lip contact. He thought his teeth would be hurt. However, they did hurt, but it was not his teeth that hurt, but... his cheek that was poked by Muller's nose.
Muller covered his nose and squinted his eyes in pain, but at this time he could finally see clearly the person he accidentally dragged down.
Mueller's mind was full of how to apologize in a more sincere way, but when he looked at the other party, his first thought was...
——Fortunately, it’s not a girl. He shouldn’t mind, right?
--but! That's the linesman!
The 19-year-old German boy was screaming in fear: I offended the linesman. Will he bear a grudge against me in the second half of the game? !
…We’re so far behind now, it shouldn’t make any difference.
Even so, I still want to score! Goal! Don’t be sad!
The people nearby gathered around.
Schweinsteiger, who has a good relationship with Muller, immediately helped Ivan up, then looked at Muller: "Are you okay, Thomas?"
"It's okay, I'm fine." Muller answered sullenly, but his words were not convincing. He felt his palms getting wet, and then red liquid dripped from the cracks in his palms.
Bayern's team doctor went up immediately. They acted very quickly and divided the work to check the conditions of the two people.
Weber and Trim also came over, and the Barcelona players were still standing outside watching the excitement. The stadium staff came over to disperse the crowd to avoid congestion.
Messi was blocked outside by a group of tall European players. He jumped around and tried to peek in to see what was going on, but was dragged away by captain Puyol.
"Leo, the coach is calling us." The captain said that there was nothing interesting about the hustle and bustle, 15 minutes was very short, and the most appropriate choice would be to go back and change clothes and take a rest.
Mueller had a ball of cotton stuffed in his nose. He looked at Ivan apologetically: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. How are you..."
Webber asked, "Are you okay, Ivan?"
He felt that his linesman team might be unlucky this season, with frequent accidents, and hoped that Ivan was not seriously injured.
"It's okay." Alvin moved his limbs. Except for his hips and back which were the first to touch the ground, he was fine. However, those parts were fine, but his face hurt a lot.
Everyone looked at the culprit who caused the two people to cover their faces - Mueller's nose.
oh! It's not your fault that you have a long nose, young man. We know that you have been punished and your nose has suffered an undeserved disaster.
Mueller, who was stuffing cotton balls, suddenly had an idea. He felt that he had to compensate the linesman. He looked at the team doctor and said, "Could you please come over? Let's go to a quiet place alone to have a thorough check?"
He politely asked the referee Weber for instructions, and the latter waved his hand and said, "Go directly to the public lounge next to the referee's lounge. It will be convenient for Ivan to go back."
Before Alvin had the time to refuse, he was carried onto a stretcher by everyone without giving anyone a chance to refuse, and taken to the place indicated by Weber.
Muller, nothing hurt except his bruised nose, followed out of shame.
Chelsea fans, especially his fans, who watched Ivan being carried on the stretcher, were almost going crazy with worry: What the hell! Where was Alvin injured? Why can't he even walk? !
Ahhhhh! Who is that bad boy who got into trouble? We want him to look good!
The Portuguese in front of the big screen muttered angrily: "He should learn to walk first, then learn to play football!"
Rooney, who had just returned from being lectured by Ferguson, saw his friend like this and quickly stopped him: "Hey Cris, Sir Alex is coming over soon, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine." Luo Xiaoxiao managed to say something and sat down alone and continued to feel nervous.
Rooney: “…” Damn, there’s no way this Portuguese guy is okay. It must be that his sex life with his girlfriend is not harmonious recently, right? It’s a cliff, right? !
C Ronaldo also saw Ivan being carried away. He took a deep breath, sat down, picked up the phone that fell on the ground, and without caring about the cracked screen, he opened the call interface and stared at the top number for a long time.
Although he knew that he probably wouldn't get a response in the short term, he still gritted his teeth, deleted and typed for a long time, and finally sent a message.
In the common room.
Mueller looked nervously at the team doctor who was applying medicine to Irvin's lips, choosing his words carefully and hesitating to speak.
After applying the medicine and cleaning up, the team doctor said to them, "It should be fine. You can rest for a while. It won't be a big deal."
"Hmm." Muller nodded randomly. The cotton stuffed under his already conspicuous nose made him look cute and funny.
The team doctor left. Muller hesitated, thinking it would not be a good idea for him to leave first. He looked at Ivan and suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
I didn’t notice before... Didn’t the referee call him Ivan?
! ! !
Could it be the Irvin he knew, the one who retired and became a referee? ! Muller, who wasn't paying any attention to the referee, was shocked.
#Forgive the village for just getting internet access.
"Evan...Dewitt? Excuse me, did you play for Chelsea?" The usually conservative German suddenly felt awkward after asking this question, and felt that his chatting skills were poor.
"Yes." Alvin also looked at him. He knew Muller. He helped Bayern II win many honors in the 3rd and 2nd Bundesliga. His shooting was amazing. Recently, he was promoted to the first team.
He was only 19, a little younger than Ivan, which was a wonderful and creative age.
"Ah, I'm sorry," Muller said a little embarrassedly, "I know you, I like the way you play football."
When the domestic media praise him, they will also mention the English rising star Irwin. They are often compared together. Muller's low-key nature makes him not pay too much attention to these, but that does not mean that he is not completely unaware of the other party.
Even when he learned that he was about to be promoted to the first team, he was still looking forward to the day when he would meet Alvin in the future.
Muller grinned, trying to make his smile look more sincere, but he was born with this kind of smile. Without him knowing it, his squinting eyes and dimples had already captured the hearts of many German female fans.
Ivan remembered what he said to the coach in the player tunnel and smiled: "I know you too, but my German is not very good. Do you speak English?"
"Yes, yes!" Muller found that they had been talking in German. He had even forgotten that Irving was English.
Mueller was very confident about the Germans' English because the grammar was similar and he had learned it very well.
I always thought that Alvin looked like a flower on the mountain top, but now he looks like nothing happened, as if he doesn’t care about what happened recently at all. Mueller secretly glanced at the other's still slightly swollen lips, his eyes slid down to his upturned mouth corners, and finally landed on his dimples.
Wow! They both have dimples!
#For some reason I felt a lot closer to her, seeing her dimples was like seeing a fellow human being.
#All are dimples√
This time he believed it. Alvin really didn't care about him.
Thomas Muller, who is always the most cheerful among his friends, was very friendly. They were the same age and they were not competing, so he immediately relaxed: "It's nice to meet you! As an apology for this accident, next time you have a chance to visit my country, I will be your tour guide, all expenses covered, and I can also introduce you to my friends! We have a lot of fun there, you won't be disappointed!"
As he was speaking, he realized that his phone was in the locker room. He scratched his head in annoyance and said, "It's okay. Can you just tell me your phone number? I remember where you live."
Afraid that what he said was too abrupt, he added, "Well, let's be friends?"
Ivan shook his head. He didn't mind and he wasn't really hurt anywhere. The scratch on his lip would heal in two days. He just gave the number.
Muller repeated it silently twice. He was very smart and had a good memory. Irving's number was also easy to remember, so he remembered it completely.
"I'll follow you on Twitter when I get back," Mueller added seriously.
"Okay," Ivan nodded, and kindly reminded, "Didn't you say you would play in the second half? Why don't you go back and pack up and listen to the coach's instructions?"
Muller was reminded by him and immediately remembered. He shouted, trotted to the door in two steps, and said goodbye to Ivan: "Thank you! I'll go first! See you at the game!"
"See you at the game." Ivan replied.
Watching the other person's figure disappear at the door, Alvin finally had time to ask the system.
[System, what's up with that bottle of primary repair potion? ]
【bite! Please log in to Twitter yourself and your fans will give the answer. 】
[……]
Muller returned to the locker room and caught up with the coach's arrangements. His teammates seemed a little absent-minded. Muller looked at the Bayern coach with shining eyes, hoping that the other party would change his mind. The latter glanced at Mueller, seemed to be thinking about something, but in the end said nothing.
Muller was a little disappointed, but he didn't force it. Maybe after the game started, he would change his mind and he still had a chance.
Klinsmann quickly ended his speech and let the players rest. The team was trailing by too much and he just hoped that the score would not be further widened in the second half of the game.
Muller was a substitute and he didn't need to change his jersey, so after the game, he went straight to the compartment where he kept his clothes, took out his mobile phone, quickly entered the mobile phone number he had written down, and then sent a message to the other party to confirm his identity.
He thought about it and logged into Twitter again, thinking that he could use the remaining time to follow Alvin. It wouldn't be a big deal anyway.
Then, he was attracted by the recommendations of people to follow that popped up.
The second half of the game begins.
Players from both teams entered the court, went to their positions and got ready, and Weber blew the whistle to start the game.
Muller sat on the bench, still a little dazed.
His new friend is so amazing that he can help Chelsea score a goal by forwarding the message?
Muller looked at the team's seniors who were still suppressed by Barcelona and regretted not forwarding it just now.
I don’t know if forwarding the message will be useful to Bayern, but he can try it, like making a wish that he can play or something?
His mind was full of random thoughts, but he didn't know that at this time, his fans on social media were going crazy.
Especially on Ivan's website, in a post that was pinned to the top, a large close-up photo of Ivan caught the eyes of everyone who opened the post.
——That was a screenshot taken by an enthusiastic fan watching the live broadcast at the beginning of the second half.
Ivan was fine, and the fans who had been worried were relieved, but they soon lost their composure!
Are you kidding? Who can tell them why Alvin's lips are swollen? ! Wdf? what happened? Could that brat from Bayern please come out and explain?
Ronaldo, who was in a bad mood, became even more restless. As a man who had experienced many battles, he understood very well why Ivan's lips were swollen. Considering the cause and effect, the Portuguese immediately guessed the whole story.
! ! !
Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes were about to spit fire. He must teach that German the correct way to walk! He remembered him! God knows how worried he was when he saw Ivan fall to the ground that he would get injured again and go to that place called hospital that no one liked!
He will never forget the scar on Ivan's body that highlights his presence!
As for why his focus was on Ivan's lips? The swelling is so big that you can see it through the screen. Does that mean you can tell how serious the fall was?
Strangely, another thought popped up in Luo Xiaoxiao's mind -
Alvin told him that he didn't have a girlfriend!
He seems so pure that he has never even touched a woman's hand!
So, his first kiss was taken away by a man? !
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[What? So you're telling me, our little sweetie was kissed by a man? ! ]
[I have decided. From now on, Bayern is my enemy. Even if their handsome and talented player Klose comes back, it cannot change my firm belief! ]
[I know who that stinky man is! His name is Thomas Muller, and he is said to be Germany's future star! ]
[Future stars can kiss future stars? oh! I found his picture... Do you think we would forgive you if you had dimples too! ]
[Look, she looks pretty good. Never mind, as long as she’s not an ignorant female fan, I can accept it as long as Alvin is okay. ]
[Fortunately, he was just a substitute, otherwise he would have kissed Ivan, who has the highest luck value. I would have been worried that Bayern would have scored a goal. ]
Barcelona is in good form, they don't mind scoring so many goals, they are still pressing forward!
Butt had a hard time. Half of his face was covered with tape, but he still had to catch all kinds of goals.
Barcelona tried all kinds of attacks in the 10 minutes of the second half, but the amazing thing was that Bayern's defense was not that solid and Barcelona's technology did not regress, but they failed to score another goal and got 5-0.
The Manchester United players enjoyed Barcelona's various shots with great interest, and then looked frustrated when they failed to score.
Vidic said: "Huh? No goal yet? This is unscientific!"
Ferdinand commented: "It's very strange, but it feels like they just lack a little bit of fire."
Everyone was silent for a while, but it was not because something was missing. After Wayne came back, he seemed like a different person. He was completely silent and had no sense of presence at all.
When Rooney saw his teammates looking at him, he shook his head and said, "Hey, guys, stop looking at me. The Sir Alex Ferguson has given me a death order. If I say another word of nonsense, I will go out and run three laps!"
Well, everyone said regretfully, it’s okay, there’s still time.
Andy: "Head coach Guardiola doesn't seem to have any intention of restraining himself. He's in the stands... Oh! It seems that he wants the players to attack with all their might."
The camera turned to the stands and saw that the Barcelona coach was more excited than anyone else. He kept making attacking gestures.
Richard shook his head: "I don't know what adjustments the Bayern coach will make. It seems that they are still focusing on defense. However, their defensive lineup is not good, which allows Barcelona to score too many goals."
After a few minutes, Klinsmann finally couldn't sit still anymore. They couldn't let Barcelona score in their penalty area. Sooner or later, they would concede another goal!
At this moment, he finally made up his mind after some hesitation. He turned around and looked at the young player who was sitting next to him and was eager to try...
At that moment, he saw the raging flames of fighting spirit in the other person's eyes.
He was hungry for a goal and he wanted to cheer up his teammates.
The author has something to say: Ahhhhh, it’s time to turn off the lights. I’m going to take a shower and I won’t say any more! ! ! !
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