Vol 7 Chapter 130: A tribute to the prince

Manchester Chinatown, Zhou Tiancheng’s fan bar, was very noisy and lively this evening.
Wayne Rooney is the most excited one. After drinking blushing and thick neck, he came over and hugged Zhou Tiancheng: "Chou, come on, hurry up."
Zhou Tiancheng was already sallow, and he limped and placed the wine glass on the table: "No, no, chubby, really... invincible, vomit!"
Zhou Tiancheng ran directly to the bathroom before he finished. He is not like an English player like Rooney. He drank and played well, and he is not good enough. To be honest, as a player who came out of the German football environment and youth training system, this is a bit of a subversion of Zhou Tiancheng's perception. Anyway, he can't. This time, Rooney was pulling one-on-one and drinking wine, really can only be considered bad luck.
"Hey, Zhou, isn't it really enough? You only have two glasses, look at me!" Rooney shouted at Zhou Tiancheng with an empty bottle in one hand. One of the bottles was the one he had just won in the Manchester Derby. Champagne. In fact, he is still in a good mood. In addition to Derby, he also found a field where he can find superiority in Zhou Tiancheng.
Zhou Tiancheng's wine volume is not good, but Yang Cheng is quite mixed with the Manchester United stars, and it is also true to fight wine with big men like Fellaini and Smalling.
Of course, since Giggs was last hit, everyone now knows what Yang Cheng is doing, and he keeps his eye on him when he drinks. Selling Zhou Tiancheng as a face, everyone is still very polite to him, but Yang Cheng took it one by one, but no one actually took the trick.
"Hah, come on, Wayne, you have enough wine, that is, Giggs didn't come today...yeah, I just asked you, did you practice this skill with Giggs? Huh? He? But there are rumors of nightclubs, haha!"
Rooney just smiled, and Yang Cheng touched the cup lightly without saying much.
"Hey, in the next game against Chelsea, did Zhou Tiancheng say how to deal with it? If you win this season, I am afraid to face the madman Mourinho next season."
"Who knows the future? If you want to know, ask him." Rooney was clearly guarding Yang Cheng, fearing that he had made a mistake and became a hot spot the next day.
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"Hey, Yang, are you actually here today? Hmm? So many people, oh my god, isn't this...Is Manchester United's party today?"
Yang Chenggang raised his glass to prepare a sip, and a voice came from the door. He turned his head to look, and a somewhat rickety back appeared at the door.
It seems that he and Yang Cheng know each other well, but the Manchester United players heard this voice, and the players in the hall all turned their heads, and the expression on their faces was almost the same, showing a trace of surprise and doubt.
Just looking at the person's dress at the door is absolutely incompatible with the place where they stand. Although Zhou Tiancheng didn't manage this bar very much, Yang Cheng was very attentive. The style of the bar is very stylish, not a top-end high-end atmosphere, but at least it can be worthy of these stars.
Look at the person in front of me, his hair is already gray, and it should look like the generation of young men and dads in front of him. The white clothes are decent. The old saying is that people rely on clothes and horses...but this It was the only place where he could see more clearly. The most uncomfortable thing for everyone is the scar that runs through the left face of the man, showing a centipede shape. As he walks in, even the boldest person must take a breath.
The scar on Ribery’s left face was often the subject of fun before he became famous, so that when he was young and in a young Ligue 1 clash with his opponent, the French media often took the scar on his face. Scars talk about things-this lucky man who accidentally got a chance from the third league has finally revealed his nature, and he is a vicious person in his bones!
No one likes this kind of shape, even a big man like Ribery will be criticized, not to mention this...it looks like there is a sick old man.
But the old man had a different point. He seemed to be seriously ill, but he still had a guitar on his back.
He raised his voice and yelled Yang Cheng, followed by a humming cough and gasping.
Many players showed an impatient expression on their faces, but Yang Cheng stood up with a smile on his face, and everyone would endure when they saw it, but they just opened a road and didn't want to make more contact with the person in front of them.
"It's all here, ha! I knew it was right to come here. I've been here so many times. It seems that I am in luck today. Yang, they are all here. Will they definitely come that week? Huh? What about others, ours? For the prince, I prepared a big gift today, hahaha, let him come out, and Chente came to see you!"
"Pete, you're still like that, always carrying your guy on your back, you don't show your craft every time you come." Yang Cheng said as he prepared to pick up his guitar.
"Don't move, ha, this is my baby, my craft can also be exposed casually? But today you look lucky."
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"Brother Cheng, let me introduce you, this is the old man we often come to us, Raman Pitt, he always wanted to see you."
Zhou Tiancheng still tried to be as polite as possible, although old Pete took off his guitar and slapped it on his chest from time to time, making him think of the senior beggars who saw him singing under the flyover in China as a child.
When old Pete saw him, he was very excited: "Week, our Manchester United Prince, Ha, I hope my appearance does not scare you."
Zhou Tiancheng shook his head, the other party reached over to pat his shoulder, Zhou Tiancheng subconsciously backed away, but he finally refrained.
"Pete, why do you want to come to me today? You haven't been here for a month."
Old Pete waved his hand: "We're going to kick Chelsea in the next game. Can I not sit down? Even if I just get some news, it looks good, but it seems that God still takes care of me as an old man."
Old Pete leaned forward, staring at Zhou Tiancheng, pointing to the scar on his face: "Chou, is it scary to look at me like this?"
Zhou Tiancheng smiled.
"I know I know~EbookFREE.me~ Don't worry, many people are scared. Do you have any curiosity and want to know how it came?"
"Is it convenient?" Zhou Tiancheng worried about pulling out some sad things.
"There is nothing to say." Old Pete smiled. "This was ten years ago, the season when the Arsenal won the undefeated 2003-04 season. I got it outside Highbury Stadium."
Zhou Tiancheng was taken aback, he didn't know enough about the Premier League, but he knew this period of history. Arsenal really did not meet opponents that season. The entire Premier League was only Ferguson's Manchester United able to break the wrist with Wenger's team, but it did not seem to have heard of any large-scale conflict at that time!
Old Pete seemed to see Zhou Tiancheng’s doubts:
That’s just a trivial matter, haha, I just can’t get used to the arsenal gangsters at that time, dare to provoke Manchester United, even if they rank first? What about them? What about the site? I still punched the fat man who jumped in front of me."
Suddenly Zhou Tiancheng laughed at once, and then... In someone else's site, he would come back sooner or later...
"If we had one more you at the time, even if they gave Arsenal another Henry, they could only kneel out of the court! Zhou, you are the strongest midfielder I have ever seen, and I don’t miss Paul Si at all now. Coles, you are stronger than him! I think you deserve a hymn to you."
Old Pete said he took off his guitar.
"No, Pete, do you come true?" Yang Cheng's eyes brightened, and he didn't expect that old Pete really had this hand.
The old man smiled at him: "Actually, I still have a lot of secrets. Do you want to know? This is a tribute to our prince. Just listen to it next to you. It's cheaper for you."
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