Chapter 730: go down in history

In the visiting team locker room of the Astana Arena, every Atletico Madrid player will quietly cast his eyes on Fernando Torres.
They know what this game means for Torres.
In two hundred and seventy games, ninety-nine goals were scored, one goal short and one game short.
When Gao Zheng walked into the dressing room, he saw Torres changing his clothes. He took off his jacket when he went out to warm up, and changed into a training suit that had been wet with sweat, revealing his naked upper body.
Gao Zheng couldn't help asking when he saw his light body, "Hey, Fernando, haven't you prepared a hundred-ball commemorative shirt?"
Torres looked back at Gao Zheng, and then smiled and shook his head: "No. How embarrassing if it was prepared, but there was no goal? And this game...I don't think it's necessary to prepare this."
When he talked about "this game", there was a clear pause and a worried expression.
Obviously he felt that this game was too difficult, and it was not a suitable occasion to consider his own hundred goals.
It's hard to say whether Atletico Madrid can win this game. If he thinks about whether he can score the 100th goal of Atletico Madrid, is it very out of date?
He hopes that Atletico Madrid can win this game, even if it can't win, but don't lose. It doesn’t matter who scores the goal.
He now enjoys his days at Atletico Madrid, and he doesn't really care when the 100th ball arrives.
Hearing Torres saying this, Gao Zheng turned to look at his teammates, and the teammates he watched nodded to him.
So Gao Zheng knew that his teammates must have arranged all the preparations.
Hundreds of commemorative jerseys are definitely there, teammates are prepared in private. But it will not come out now.
Indeed, as Torres said, if it is prepared with great fanfare, but in the end, it is not embarrassing to score nothing.
And it’s not their teammates who are embarrassed at that time, the most embarrassing is Torres...
So Gao Zheng and Torres stopped talking about 100 balls. He returned to his locker and started changing clothes, preparing for the next official game.
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When Simone walked into the dressing room from outside, everyone seemed to feel that he brought in a cold wind, and the people near the door couldn't help but shudder.
"There is good news." Simone held out a finger and said to everyone. "It's heating up today! It's not minus eleven degrees, but minus one degree! Does it feel warm at once?"
No one feels warm, everyone still feels cold, and even doubts whether it is really sub-zero, perhaps because of the wind today. The cold wind pierces the bones and exacerbates the cold.
Simone changed his expression and said with a straight face: "But I still want to remind everyone to pay attention to the action on the court. This game is very difficult, you must be mentally prepared."
At the same time, in the locker room in Astana, the Bulgarian head coach Stojlov is cheering the players loudly.
The tactics he can arrange for this game have been arranged, and the tactics have already been said and I don’t know how many times. There is not much time now, and it is more important to encourage morale.
"Atletico Madrid is the most powerful enemy that Astana greets at home, but it also means glory-you know what I am saying! This is not a fantasy, our opponents fly seven of them Hours, nearly six thousand kilometers, and five time differences... Think about how we are not fit to go to Madrid, then they should be like us now! Some people say that we lost four goals to Atletico Madrid on the road. Those who say these things should let them fly for seven hours before going to play a game with Atletico Madrid!"
Every Astana player listened carefully to the head coach's words, and when he heard the bustling, many people nodded.
That's really not something people do.
"There is still cold air! We have adapted to the climate here, but Atletico Madrid players who live in warm Spain are not used to it... Well, I once suggested to open the stadium roof at the home to let in more cold air. . But it was rejected and the stadium management felt that I was a little bit reckless..."
The players laughed.
Because of the cold, the roof of Athletic Astana can be closed. But think about the head coach's proposal to open the ceiling and let the cold wind blow... This is indeed a bit shameful.
But Stoylov said very seriously: "But I still think we should open the roof! To win, we should have any means! To know that this is not a friendly match that shows the good friendship of our two teams! This is a Champions League life and death battle This is a game for glory! This is a game about to make history! Yes, gentlemen! You are about to make history in the football of your country! This is the best stage! Please believe me, maybe the past ten Years and 20 years, this game will still be mentioned by the people of this country from time to time, and your name will be in the history books forever!!"
Stoylov said louder and louder, and by the last few sentences he almost shouted, his face flushed.
But it wasn't just him who was flushed. All Astana players were blushing at this time, screaming with their head coach with their fists.
Make history, and keep it forever.
This really stimulated these Astana players.
In fact, they all know how difficult it is to get out of this group with their strength, which is basically impossible.
But if they can beat Atletico Madrid at home, even if there is no group qualifying at the end, they have also created history, and each of their names will remain in history.
This temptation is too great.
Even if they left the warm dressing room and came to the court, the blood was still spreading throughout the body, so that they could not feel the cold at all.
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At 11pm Beijing time, the referee blew the whistle at the start of the game.
Before this, the weather information of the game was displayed on the TV screen: minus one degree, and the wind speed was 22 kilometers per hour.
"The temperature is not very low, but it can't stand the wind..." Xiao Yingying sitting on the sofa sighed when she saw the message. "I don't even want to go out in this weather, let alone play football..."
"So you are you..." Feng Shiyao next to Xiao Yingying gave a white glance.
"Can the guy really score in such cold weather?"
"He can do it." Feng Shiyao's tone was a matter of course.
Xiao Yingying made a grimace quietly beside him.
I haven't gotten married yet, so there is a tacit understanding. If I get married, then I still have it?
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