Chapter 2: Spirits like water

　　 Chapter Two Spirits Like Water
　　 May, evening, London, drizzle, pedestrians like weaving.
　　 Old John’s Bistro is located on the corner of a side street in East London. Business is bleak on weekdays, but today it is full of guests.
　　Because today is the day of the UEFA Champions League final-the 2007-2008 season, the UEFA Champions League final, facing two teams from England: Manchester United vs. Chelsea! Now all the competitions in the English domestic league have ended. Before the start of the new season, only this game can be watched, so it has attracted a large number of fans, whether it is Manchester United or Chelsea fans. They are all willing to drink some beer in the pub, and chat with friends while watching football.
　　 It is the tradition of the English people to watch football in the pub. It is probably because there are too many people watching football today. Old John’s bistro is rarely ushered in a day of prosperity.
Since it is watching a game, the atmosphere in the pub should naturally be noisy and warm, but at this time, the old John’s bistro is as quiet as a high-end cafe-if not for the rusty doors and windows and the strong beer smell If the mixed smell mixed with sweat and smoke is tangy.
　　 There were no big waves in the game. Chelsea was in possession of the ball at this time, but the score was Manchester United leading one-0. It was a header from Cristiano Ronaldo in the 26th minute of the game.
　　 After Manchester United scored, the game scene began to look plain. Compared with iron defense, Chelsea's offensive ability is not as strong as their defense.
　　 But it was not the lackluster Champions League final that kept the many fans in the tavern quiet, but one person.
A man, dressed in black, with a tall black coat collar covering his face, and his thick black hair can only see the outline of an Oriental man. Even when sitting on a chair, the drinkers are almost The height of this man can be estimated-definitely more than 180 centimeters.
　　 There were several bottles of whiskey on the table. The man was silent for a while, then raised the goblet in his hand.
　　 咚咚咚...
　　 It’s like drinking water, and a glass of strong alcohol is drunk in one go... it contains the high-strength whiskey that the British call "the water of life"!
　　 The blushing big white English guys also swallowed. Some looked at each other, and some looked with admiration or even worship in their eyes.
　　 "How many bottles is this?"
　　 "The seventh bottle, right?"
　　 "I look like it is the eighth bottle..."
　　The attention of the drinkers was completely attracted by this man. Compared to a boring game, a man who drank seven or eight bottles of spirits without changing his face could attract people's attention better.
　　Dangdang...
　　 The sound of the wine bottle tapping the wine glass.
　　 Another bottle of whiskey is empty...
　　 The man turned around, and only then did the drinkers see the appearance of the Oriental.
　　 sword eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, angular and resolute face, two sharp eyes make people afraid to look at each other...
　　 This is definitely not an annoying person!
　　 Most of the alcoholics who had been staring at this oriental man had their eyes turned away.
　　 "Isn't this the Chelsea coach?!" A deliberately lowered voice sounded.
　　 "Yes, yes, I remember, it is the Chinese coach of Chelsea!!!" Someone echoed with a drunk.
"Chelsea's coach? Hey, work, don't tease me, Chelsea's coach is Grant now, and he and his team are in Russia now. And you think the Russian Abramovich will hire a Chinese to coach Chelsea? ?"
　　 "Yes! I heard that Russians are racists!"
　　 "I hate Abramovich, even though I am a Chelsea fan!"
"What I said is true. His name is Gao Bo. He is a Chinese. He led Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup just half a month ago!!" A man with red eyes standing up while he was drinking It's Chelsea's No. 8 shirt-this is a Chelsea or Lampard fan.
　　 The tavern quieted slightly, and people looked at the man again.
On the football field, although there are not many East Asians, one or two people can often be seen in the weekly matches. There are also a few Chinese who play in the English League. Sun Jihai from Manchester City and Zheng from Charlton Chi wait...
　　 But the coach's words... In the fans' impression, I have never seen East Asian coaches in mainstream European leagues.
　　 But leading Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup is enough to explain the strength of this man. In the arena, the winner is king, so no one is questioning whether this person is qualified to be the coach of the Chelsea youth team.
　　 "Hey, tricks, your news is behind. I heard that Gao Bo was fired by Chelsea..."
"Oh......"
　　 Inside the pub, the fans glanced sympathetically at Gao Bo.
　　 turned out to be an unemployed hapless guy.
　　 "Didn't he just win the FA Youth Cup with Chelsea U18?"
　　 "I heard that Abu didn't like him..."
　　 "How did I hear that I was offending a Chelsea director..."
　　 "The coach who won the championship was fired, and England's football tradition has disappeared in Chelsea."
　　 "I blame the Russian..."
　　 "I heard that Abu is a racist!!"
　　 "Russians are always so savage..."
　　 In the tavern, the wine was hot, and the English people began to launch map cannons against Russia.
　　 "Bartender..."
　　 Gao Bo turned around and snapped his fingers.
　　The bartender immediately delivered a bottle of whiskey.
　　 In the eyes of the English people in the tavern, either admired or sympathetic, another glass of whiskey was consumed.
　　 He drinks whiskey like cold water...
　　 A cup of spirits, but Gao Bo didn't feel anything. Compared with Chinese liquors like Erguotou, although whiskey is not low in strength, it is not as overbearing in taste as liquor.
　　 "Hey, Chinese, aren't you a coach, look at me, what position do I play?"
　　 A chubby fat man staggered to the side of Gao Bo.
　　 Gao Bo frowned and looked at the fat man in front of him. A light curtain that only Gao Bo could see appeared out of thin air.
　　Explosive power: 20
　　 Oh, it sucks...
　　 Endurance: 22
　　 Can you still play football with such endurance?
　　...
Following the series of data that appeared on the light screen, Gao Bo looked at them one by one. Even if this fat man is placed on the amateur arena, it is basically a waste. In terms of data, there is basically no way to see other data except weight...
　　 Goalkeeping technique: 55
　　! ! ! !
　　 Gao Bo was shocked!
　　 Is this trash fat guy a goalkeeper?
　　 Gao Bo couldn't help taking a high look at the fat goalkeeper with his big tongue.
　　 A goalkeeper with a skill of 55 can be considered very good in the amateur arena. It's a pity that this fat man is too fat, otherwise there must be some low-level league teams interested in this fat man.
　　 "I think you are so fat, the only position that suits you is the goalkeeper." Gao Bo retracted his gaze, and the light curtain disappeared.
　　 Gao Bo hasn't had time to explore the source of this light curtain carefully, but he knows it is a very useful thing for football coaches-you can see a person's attributes, which is not equivalent to FM for coaches.
　　 It’s a pity that you can only use it once a day. It’s cheaper to use it on you fat guy today.
　　 Gao Bo toasted and drank.
　　 "Do you know this too?" The fat man scratched the back of his head.
　　 "Nonsense, old Kenny, you are so fat, of course you can only be a goalkeeper, because the goalkeeper doesn't have to run..."
　　 "Hahaha..."
　　 There is a lot of joy in the pub.
　　 The fat goalkeeper Kenny didn't care about the ridicule.
　　 "Look at the result of this game, then?" Kenny asked, pointing to the TV screen.
　　 "Chelsea is about to tie the score..." Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it.
　　 It is now the 44th minute of the game, and Manchester United still leads Chelsea 1-0.
　　 "Impossible, Manchester United will not give Chelsea such an opportunity..."
　　 "The halftime is almost over. The players on both sides are probably thinking about the second half..."
　　 The fans in this pub talked a lot, but the England fans know the ball very well and will not change their views just because of the judgment of such a professional number as Gao Bo.
　　 Fatty Kenny grinned, and even took a few mouthfuls at the wine bottle.
"Hey, let's make a bet. If Chelsea scores before the end of the first half, your drink money today counts as mine. If you don't make it, I will have a free drink today..." The strong man squeezed his eyes, "Dare you gamble, Chinese?"
　　 "Hey, old Kenny, you are so unkind..."
　　 "Isn't this bullying..."
　　 There was an injustice in the pub.
　　 "Then I would like to thank you for the treat today..." Gao Bo grinned and toasted. As a past person, he knew very well what the UEFA Champions League game will be like this time~EbookFREE.me~ At this moment, the first half of the game lasted for 45 minutes and was near the end of the half. Essien took a long shot from the outside of the penalty area. In fact, he didn't intend to do anything with this ball, but he had a good kick at the end. After all, he was very uncomfortable facing Ronaldo in the first half. As a result, the ball hit Ferdinand's leg, and then hit Vidic's back. The ball fell into the middle of the penalty area after two blocks. This position was not close to goalkeeper Van der Sar, he couldn't get the ball out, and he wanted to hit the ball, but in the end he fell. Lampard, who happened to be following, ran to this position from outside the penalty area, kicked the goal, and the ball flew into the goal smoothly. 1 to 1, Chelsea equalized the score.
　　 There was cheers in the pub. After all, this is London. Chelsea's fan base in London is still better than Manchester United.
　　 There were also some fans holding their foreheads with both hands, obviously frustrated that Chelsea had evened the score.
　　 But whether it's cheering or frustration, the fans quickly refocused their attention on Gao Bo.
　　 Gao Bo just said that Chelsea was about to score, and Chelsea did. Is there anything more magical than this?
　　 Kenny is also one of the cheering crowd, this old fat man is also a Chelsea fan.
　　 "Coach Gao Bo, even if you drink, it will count as mine today!!!
　　 Gao Bo ignored the painful Kenny who slapped him on the shoulder, he looked at Lampard who was celebrating.
　　 Then neither side scored in the second half, and then played overtime, then Terry slipped, and then Manchester United won the Champions League trophy.
　　The next story is like this!
　　 Memories from 2018 are entangled with thoughts from 2008. Gao Bo looked at the TV screen, his fingers turning white while holding the wine glass.