Zhang Kuang stepped down and David said that the banquet had officially begun. After thanking the guests who came, everyone raised their glasses and shouted "Manchester United is the champion", and then the banquet started.
When Zhang Kuang was dragged by Rooney to sit down in front of the main player table, before his butt was firmly on the chair, he was slapped on the back by a big hand stretched out from the side.
The force was as strong as being hit by a brick. He jumped forward and almost knocked over the champagne glass in front of him.
"Take it easy, handsome young man, don't you know how to be gentle and gentle? Don't be so rude. Does your wife like it?"
"Ah? Is this? Are you a beauty? If so, then I will be gentle, then I will be gentle enough to make you fly." Ferdinand's voice came from behind, with a hoarse tone soaked in champagne.
Zhang Kuang grinned and rubbed his back. "Rio, please take another photo, I will have to go to the hospital to take an X-ray tomorrow."
Ferdinand laughed, hugged his neck and shook him hard. "Today you are Hero of Manchester United, no, you are Hero of all England! No, all Europe! All over the world!"
Zhang Kuang: "No, Rio, I don't want to be Hero, because Hero has a hard time being a beauty. What should I do next time my opponent arranges ten beauties before my competition?"
Ferdinand: "You kid, are you dreaming? There is such a good thing, why don't you wake up laughing?"
"Haha..."
Several people around laughed.
Carrick next to him was holding a glass of whiskey, his face was slightly red, and he was smiling.
When he was sent off with a red card, he almost kicked down the locker room door in the tunnel. Now that red card looks like a nightmare. When he woke up, he had the championship in hand.
Carrick raised his glass. "Zhang, thank you, brother. If you hadn't brought the situation back, I would have felt that it was my red card that harmed the team."
Zhang Kuang also raised his glass and clinked it with him. "It's not your fault for the red card. The referee wanted to give it to you, but you couldn't avoid it."
Carrick took a big sip, choked and coughed twice, and his eyes were a little red.
Next came various mutual toasting sessions. After Zhang Kuang drank two glasses of wine with his teammates, he went to the corner of the buffet area and brought a plate of food. He was really hungry. UEFA Champions League ran nearly 12,000 meters in the finals, and after all the tossing after the game, his stomach was already empty.
He picked up a piece of roasted beef ribs and stuffed it into his mouth. As he was chewing until his mouth was full of oil, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey Zhang, hello."
Zhang Kuang had meat in his mouth, turned his head with difficulty, and then froze.
Cristiano·Ronaldo stood behind him, wearing a neatly tailored black suit with a white shirt underneath. Two buttons were unbuttoned at the collar, exposing the collarbone and a small pectoral muscle.
His hair was combed meticulously, reflecting a dark brown luster under the light, and his whole person exuded an aura of "I am Cristiano Ronaldo, I am exquisite" from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.
There was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth, one hand was in his trouser pocket, and the other was holding a glass of wine, tilting his head to look at him.
Zhang Kuang quickly pointed to the inside of his mouth, then quickly chewed and swallowed the food, and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.
Then, he stretched out his right hand. "Hello, Mr. Cristiano, I didn't expect you to be here, so you have to sign my name and take a photo for me later before leaving."
Cristiano Ronaldo stretched out his hand and shook his hand, but the strength was not strong. "Ah? Signing and taking a photo?"
Zhang Kuang chuckled, "Of course, you are one of the players I respect. In 2008, when I was practicing at a shabby football school in China, I watched the entire UEFA Champions League journey of Manchester United.
I thought at that time, if one day I could lead Manchester United to win UEFA Champions League like you, how perfect it would be. Unexpectedly, in just three years, this wish has come true."
Cristiano Ronaldo: "Haha, that's really God's blessing. I heard that when you came to Europe, you were prepared to learn car repair?"
Zhang Kuang: "Ah? You even know this. I only talked about it in domestic programs."
Cristiano Ronaldo: "Haha, your fans have compiled everything you said on all platforms. I am also your fan now, and I must have read everything you said.
You are better than me. You can score three goals and one assist against Barcelona, and in the end you can even score a goal on the goal line at a critical moment. Every time I want to try my best against Barcelona, but I always feel that there are some shortcomings. Do you have any good suggestions?"
Zhang Kuang: "There is no good advice. Facing a team like Barcelona, they will usually not let you hold the ball and intercept the passing route given to you by your teammates, so you have to discuss the passing route with your teammates first.
Like me, I knew Barcelona would deal with me like this, so I told my teammates on the back line that when they got the ball, they would hit me in the frontcourt with a high ball, so Barcelona's group of short guys couldn't do anything to me."
"Haha, this is good, this is good, what else?" Cristiano Ronaldo laughed.
Zhang Kuang picked up the wine glass, clinked it with Cristiano Ronaldo and took a sip. "Next, Barcelona will try every means to intercept your ball, even if it means cutting off your legs to stop you.
At this time, you must not be afraid of shoveling, or you must be able to dodge Barcelona's shoveling, and if possible, you must be able to retaliate."
Cristiano Ronaldo's eyes shone. "Like when you stepped on Piqué?"
Zhang Kuang: "Ahem, no, that was an accident. I never stepped on anyone's feet. That would be immoral."
Cristiano Ronaldo was stunned for a moment and immediately understood, then nodded in agreement.
"Yes, we are civilized people, and we are not so bad as to step on other people's feet. By the way, do you have any tips for avoiding shovels?"
Zhang Kuang spread his hands and said, "This is difficult. The main thing is to react quickly. In addition, you should practice more when your ankle suddenly encounters an external force. How to retreat in the direction of the external force as soon as possible, and then quickly jump up and step on the ground with the other supporting leg, or fall directly to the ground. The direction of falling is best to fall towards the player who is making the shovel, which can reduce the pain of falling to the ground."
Cristiano Ronaldo smiled half-heartedly, "Wow, it's not that I haven't thought about this, but I just don't know how to practice, the methods, steps, and the order of exerting force."
Zhang Kuang: "Well, everyone's habits are different. Next time you are free, you can teach me your elevator ball skills, and I will teach you my falling movements."
"Haha, okay, it's settled, come on, save your phone number, we can communicate more when you have time..."
The two chatted for nearly ten minutes next to the buffet area. Zhang Kuang asked Cristiano Ronaldo various questions about free kick techniques, shooting postures, and physical training. Cristiano Ronaldo answered them one by one, and occasionally made gestures with his hands.
Rooney, who was passing by, saw this scene and took out his mobile phone to take a photo. In the picture, Cristiano Ronaldo was making gestures to run up for a free kick, while Zhang Kuang looked at it seriously.
Rooney sent the photo to Twitter with a line of text. "These two geniuses don't know what they are chatting about. They have been chatting for more than ten minutes, and their smiles are bright... It seems like they have known each other for a long time, but in fact they have only known each other for more than ten minutes."
The tweet received more than half a million likes in half an hour.
Zhang Kuang later took a photo with Cristiano Ronaldo and asked for an autograph from Cristiano Ronaldo. Similarly, Cristiano Ronaldo also asked for an autograph from Zhang Kuang.
In addition to Cristiano Ronaldo, Zhang Kuang also met several Manchester United celebrities.
Bryan·Robson, Manchester United The legendary captain of the 1980s.
He came over with a glass of dark beer, looked Zhang Kuang up and down, and then patted him hard on the shoulder. "Boy, your goal-line clearance puts many defenders in the world to shame. Many defenders will never make such a sure goal in their lives."
"Mr. Robson..." Zhang Kuang has seen his photo in the hall of fame in Manchester United's honor room.
"Just call Bryan." Robson interrupted him.
"Okay, Bryan, thank you for your compliment. I am not a professional defender. It was just an overhead shot similar to that of a forward."
"Haha, what an overhead shot, it took the opponent's inevitable goal from his own goal line..."
Schmeichel also came over. This Denmark doorkeeper is still tall and tall. He is wearing a dark blue sweater and looks like a mountain moving when he walks over.
He grabbed Zhang Kuang's hand and shook it. "To be honest, when I saw the ball pushed by Messi in the box, I already raised my hands and covered my head. I thought it went in.
The result was an overhead kick from you! I watched the replay and you ran towards the goal line when Messi was adjusting. How did you know he was going to shoot?"
Zhang Kuang smiled, "As soon as he adjusted, I knew he was going to shoot. However, he adjusted too much. If it were, I might not have made so many moves at all, without giving anyone a chance to react."
"Haha... yes, you are faster and more powerful."
"You can run faster than the ball!" Schmeichel shook his head in disbelief, "How did you develop your explosive power?"
"Maybe... talent?" Zhang Kuang said modestly.
Schmeichel rolled his eyes. "It would be strange for people like you not to be hated. But I like you because you are crazy."
"Haha..."
Later in the evening, Zhang Kuang was pulled to a corner and had a few words with a gray-haired old man. That was Bobby Sir Charlton, the living history of Manchester United, the survivor of Munich Air Disaster, and the core of the 1968 UEFA Champions League championship.
Sir Charlton's voice was very soft, but every word carried weight. "Young man, your performance today reminds me of that night in 1968.
That is the most precious memory in my life, and today, you gave the same memory to a new generation of Manchester United fans. Thank you."
Zhang Kuang After hearing this, his face became serious and solemn.
He bent down and shook hands with Charlton: "Sir, I will continue to win with Manchester United."
Charlton smiled, "I believe you, you have survived such a desperate situation today, what else can't you overcome?"
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In the second half of the banquet, Zhang Kuang had already drank two glasses of champagne and a glass of red wine. He was full, wiped his hands, and was about to go back to his room to rest.
There are no other activities planned tonight. After all, they will go back to Manchester tomorrow to participate in the championship parade. Everyone should keep their energy up.
At this time, a middle-aged man in a suit came over with two glasses of champagne and handed him one with a smile on his face.
"Mr. Zhang, nice to meet you. I am the sports director of Chelsea, Michael Emenalo."
The other party's voice was very low, "Mr. Abu appreciates you very much. He hopes you can consider Chelsea's future. We are willing to offer you twice the weekly salary of Manchester United, as well as a signing fee that satisfies you."
Zhang Kuang was stunned for a moment, then looked around.
Zhang Kuang politely took the champagne but did not drink it. "Thank you Mr. Abu for your appreciation. However, Guangming also admires you for poaching at Manchester United's celebration party. How did you get in?"
"Ha, this is not difficult, I have my own way."
Zhang Kuang smiled and shook his head, "Sorry, you have to go to my agent first for this kind of thing, instead of coming to me directly."
"As long as you agree, your agent will naturally agree too."
"Oh, sir, I don't like the way you do things. If everyone is avoiding the agent, then why should I spend the money to hire an agent? I have so much money that I have to pay 10%?"
"Sorry, Mr. Zhang, I just passed on this price. I'm worried that your agent didn't tell you the truth. If you accept it, we will see you next time."
Michael left after saying that.
Then, Zhang Kuang walked to the hotel room. In the hotel corridor, while waiting for the elevator, Manchester City's bald sports director Begiristain walked up to Zhang Kuang.
He spoke more directly, "Zhang, I am Begiristain, the sports director of Manchester City. Manchester has two teams. Mr. Zhang, the blue one is also rising.
We are willing to give you the highest salary in the world and a full share of image rights. You have to believe that our boss can afford any price you ask."
Zhang Kuang:"..."
Begiristain shrugged. "I did not contact the transfer players privately against the rules. I just chatted and I will leave immediately. We will follow the formal procedures next. I hope Mr. Zhang will consider it carefully Manchester City."
Before Zhang Kuang could say anything, Begiristain had already left.
The behavior of Chelsea and Manchester City is actually taking risks. Once caught or reported by Zhang Kuang, they will violate the regulations.
Of course, they can afford the penalty for such violations. The most they can do is to induce a simple conversation with a player, and as a wealthy club, they are not afraid of fines.
Zhang Kuang went back to sleep, but many people couldn't sleep.
For example, UEFA chairman Platini is still being interviewed by reporters. He is being interviewed by reporters about today's game, referee issues and what Zhang Kuang said was Barcelona bribing the vice chairman of the referee committee La Liga.
Platini responded like this, "I am very shocked by the penalties of the first batch of referees today. They are damaging the credibility of UEFA. We will investigate and deal with them strictly..."
At this time, a reporter interrupted Platini: "Sir, are you saying that the referee's penalty has nothing to do with UEFA? Is it their private behavior?"
Platini: "Every referee selection will follow a strict process, including the selection of the referee team for the finals. I just confirmed it again before I was interviewed by you. There is no problem with the selection process this time.
Of course, we will release the program files and video data of the selected person to you later. There will be no problem in UEFA's program."
Reporter: "So, what you want to say is that the procedure is fair, but the referee may have been induced to change his behavior?"
Platini nodded. "It can be understood that we need time to verify the specific details. After all, we can't verify it immediately now."
At this time, the referee Victor Kassai, who was recovering from treatment in the hospital, was a little excited watching Platini's speech on TV.
However, a staff member in a black suit pressed his shoulders hard.
"Mr. Kassai, shouldn't you have thought of this consequence a long time ago? Do you know what will happen next? Then do you know what you should do?"
Victor Kassai took a deep breath, and then nodded slowly.
"I understand, don't worry. What was the result of the competition? Did Barcelona win?"
The staff member shook his head. "No, Manchester United reversed, that China person absolutely killed Barcelona."
"Ah? Then, aren't we busy in vain?"
"That's not important. What's important is that you get what you deserve."
"I understand, don't worry, I will shut up."
"..."
The reporter on the TV continued to ask Platini about Zhang Kuang's report that Barcelona bribed La Liga, the vice chairman of the referee committee. Platini said, "Before coming, I and Zhang Kuang met, retrieved the content on his account, and contacted the fan 'Light of Justice' who reminded Zhang Kuang. Yes, he provided us with some evidence. Next, we will cooperate with the Spain Football Association to investigate the matter."
Reporter: "Will there be any punishment for Barcelona?"
Platini: "We can't give an answer to this right now. We have to wait until the investigation is completed."
"..."
In the early morning of May 29, Manchester it was raining lightly.
Thin raindrops fell diagonally from the leaden sky, washing the streets of the entire city into dark gray.
But the rain couldn't stop people. From Old Trafford to Manchester City city center, Deansgate, Stretford Road, Trafford Town Hall, the entire parade route was lined with Manchester United fans wearing red jerseys.
Some people came to occupy a seat at three o'clock in the morning, some brought folding chairs and thermos cups, and some carried children on their shoulders. The children held cards that read "Long live Manchester United!"
The championship bus of Manchester United departs from Old Trafford.
It was an open-top double-decker bus, with a huge red background painted on the body, and the golden words 'CHAMPIONS2011' running across both sides. A model of Big Ears Cup stood above the front of the bus, shimmering in the rain.
The moment the bus slowly drove out of the stadium gate, screams from both sides of the street struck like thunder.
"Manchester United! Manchester United! Manchester United!"
Zhang Kuang stood in the front row on the top floor of the bus. The rain hit his face, but he didn't hide.
He wore a custom-made white T-shirt today with '19' printed on the chest, representing Manchester United's 19th top league championship, and 'CHAMPIONSLEAGUE2011' printed on the back.
He rolled up his sleeves to his shoulders, revealing a strong arm. Rain dripped down the broken hair on his forehead. He raised his hand to wipe it away, and then waved his arms to the fans on both sides.
"Zhang Kuang! Zhang Kuang! Zhang Kuang!"
His name came from both sides of the street at the same time, converging into a wave of sound that enveloped his entire being.
Someone was holding a huge China flag and waving it desperately in the crowd. The red flag was particularly eye-catching under the gray sky.
Zhang Kuang saw it and gave a thumbs up in that direction.
Rooney stood next to him, half of his poncho was torn off and he didn't care. He held a bottle of champagne in his hand and kept spraying it at the fans.
The champagne foam mixed with the rain sprinkled down and landed on the heads of the fans in the front row. No one tried to hide, but they all stretched out their hands to catch it.