After the English Premier League Professional Football Association dinner, Sylvia drove on the way back. Qin Xiong sat in the back with his son, Qin Ye, in his arms as he had drunk some wine.
Sylvia said as she drove, "My dear, your home is almost full with your awards."
Qin Xiong said casually, "Then let's move to a bigger house, so that my honorary collection room will be bigger."
Sylvia smiled and said, "I remember something. Just last week, the owner of a wax museum in Liverpool called and said that he wanted to make a 1: 1 scale wax figure for you. I replied that you had to train and play, so I didn't have time for the time being. I was going to talk to you about it later, but now you're getting more and more awards, so I think we can talk about it now."
After Liverpool became the English Premier League champions after 20 years, the current batch of Liverpool players had become the brightest stars on Merseyside.
Among them, Gerard was the most admired for his loyalty and persistence, but in the hearts of the new generation of fans, Qin Xiong was their savior!
It was Qin Xiong's arrival, and through one game after another, whether brilliant or not, but very crucial goals, he brought Liverpool to the throne of the home ground!
Therefore, many of Liverpool's local supporters were very willing to commemorate this glorious moment in special ways, including their heroes.
The wax figure was one of them.
"Well, what do you want to talk about?"
"My dear, are you sleepy again?"
Qin Xiong smiled bitterly and said, "I think there are some things that you don't need to discuss with me at all. You can decide."
Sylvia also smiled bitterly.
"Of course I want to discuss with you and ask for your opinion. My idea is to simply open a museum with the same name as yours, to exhibit the awards you've won. Not only that, but there will also be highlights of your performances on the pitch, plus some special exhibitions, such as your paintings. In this way, whether it's wax figures or other things, they can be exhibited in the museum. "
Qin Xiong thought about it and said, "Wouldn't it be embarrassing if no one went in to visit?"
"Why not? You have so many fans. If you don't have any, you can just treat it as renting a bigger honorary collection room. "
"See, in the end, I still think that you should make the decision."
Qin Xiong turned his head and gently stroked Qin Ye's tender little face with his hand. He said, "Am I right, Daddy?"
Qin Xiong was already dozing off. He didn't respond to Qin Xiong at all. Sylvia, who was driving in the front seat, smiled helplessly.
.....
Bayern Munich was preparing for a closed battle. Louis Van Gaal seemed to be formulating a secret battle plan, much to the dissatisfaction of Fleet Street. However, this made Bayern Munich seem a little tragic.
April 28th, the day before the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals.
Louis Van Gaal was mocked by Fleet Street during the pre-match press conference.
"Mr. Louis Van Gaal, do you really think that two days of closed training can change Bayern Munich and create a miracle at Anfield?"
Louis Van Gaal's face suddenly turned ashen. He said, "This is my job. I chose not to open the training to the public because I don't want the team to be disturbed by the outside world, especially by the harassment from you media."
The reporters on Fleet Street sneered.
"Does Bayern Munich have any magic? Will they leave Liverpool with one less player in Anfield? "
The Fleet Street reporter's words made Louis Van Gaal furious and leave in a huff.
Because it was obvious that the above sentence was an innuendo to Bayern Munich's numerical advantage when they eliminated Manchester United at Old Trafford.
Comain was as low-key as ever in the pre-match press conference.
He said that Bayern Munich should be given enough attention and respect.
Although Liverpool was in the lead, it was only in the "first half." It was hard to predict who would win in the "second half."
Fleet Street was also a little tired of Comain's cautiousness. The Guardian reporter, James, spread his hands and asked, "Why don't you just admit it? You're actually thinking the same thing, aren't you? Liverpool might have bad news that Jamie Carragher can't play, but the other main players are in top form. They also didn't play on the weekend and got some rest. Liverpool can easily eliminate Bayern Munich at Anfield. Say it, admit it! "
Comain said with a straight face, "Your question is very unprofessional. Bayern Munich is not a nobody. Don't they have the ability to cause trouble for us at Anfield? Of course they do! Football is not a game of dice. Let's not talk about the past. How many times have there been a comeback in the past ten years? You know better than me that what Liverpool needs to do now is to maintain a good mentality in order to be able to perform well in tomorrow's game. "
James curled his lips and laughed, "In fact, you should understand that whether or not you admit that Liverpool has advanced to the final, if Liverpool is overturned at Anfield tomorrow, then Liverpool will become the biggest joke in the Champions League this season. The defeat will also become the biggest stain on your coaching of Liverpool this season! It will be more humiliating than being eliminated in the first round of the EFL Cup and FA Cup! "
Liverpool now seemed to be unbeatable. But if they were to be overturned by Bayern Munich at home, then there was no doubt that Liverpool, who had defeated Real Madrid twice, eliminated the defending champions with a win and a draw, and conquered the Allianz Arena, would become Bayern Munich's stepping stone!
It would naturally be a disgrace.
James was right.
Comain was so angry that he laughed and shook his head, "Of course I know how the media and even future generations will evaluate this game if Liverpool is eliminated tomorrow night. It is precisely because I consider such consequences that I will not be overly optimistic. That will make me and the team I coach look like arrogant and conceited donkeys!"
Comain left with a cold face after he finished speaking.
The reporters on Fleet Street whistled at the scene.
Someone accused James, "Is it necessary to provoke him at this time?"
James smiled without turning his head and said, "It's okay. When the game is over, he will still be the Comain we know. In any case, we got better news than expected, didn't we? "
Reporters were like that. Whether it was heckling or fooling around, it was all for the sake of making a living and earning eyeballs to make a living.
Comain and Louis Van Gaal were both annoyed by the Fleet Street reporters.
And their gaffes were predictably on the sports headlines of the major newspapers on Fleet Street the next day.
For Comain's pre-match press conference, most of the media quoted his statement.
"Comain is keeping a low profile to avoid being a donkey!"
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