On the morning of April 11, Yang Yang woke up on time as usual in the soft bed in his bedroom.
Every morning after waking up, the first thing he did was turn his head to look beside him. His wife, Su Ye, had already gotten up, but the covers were still warm. She had probably gone to prepare breakfast for him.
Today was match day. Real Madrid would host Juventus at the Bernabéu Stadium that evening.
Ever since Yang Yang and Zidane had taken charge of the First Team, Real Madrid had abandoned the tradition of staying in a hotel together the night before home matches. Instead, the players were allowed to remain at home with their families, which minimized their pre-match tension as much as possible.
Of course, that also required the players to have enough self-discipline.
Judging from the past three years, Real Madrid's players had all done quite well. At the very least, nothing had gone wrong.
As usual, Yang Yang got out of bed after waking up and went straight to the bathroom.
After brushing his teeth and washing his face, he casually picked up the phone from the bedside table and headed out of the room, preparing to go downstairs for breakfast.
As he walked, he lit up his phone screen. The notifications pushed to his phone left him completely stunned.
"Holy crap, that's insane!"
Yang Yang looked utterly shocked. As he walked down the stairs, he happened to see his wife, Su Ye, coming out in an apron. Seeing his expression as he came downstairs, she said with a complicated look, "Barcelona fell into a pit away from home."
"Yeah, I just saw it." Yang Yang waved his phone.
Instead of walking straight to the dining room and kitchen, Yang Yang headed directly