After Arsenal checked in at the hotel, Qin Xiong rested as per usual to prepare for the next day's training and training.
Wenger gave a brief speech before the team rested, vaguely warning the players that it was a critical period and they could not cause any more disturbances, such as leaving the hotel in the middle of the night to have fun outside, which was tantamount to violating the laws of heaven.
Qin Xiong went back to his room to rest after dinner. He talked to Sylvia on the phone and confirmed that Sylvia and her brother had also checked in at the Paris hotel. He took a shower and then crawled under the covers to sleep.
This made Fàbregas suffer. He had some expectations in his heart, but also some apprehension. The excitement before the big game made him unable to sleep.
Standing at the window and admiring the night view of Paris, Fàbregas suddenly remembered that every time he went to an unfamiliar city to play an away game, Qin Xiong would look at the night view of the city before going to bed at night and then find something to talk about.
Only then did he understand that Qin Xiong was really looking at the scenery, and not because of any nervousness or excitement that made him unable to sleep.
At the real critical moment, Qin Xiong's mentality also made him feel awe.
Anyway, he himself could not sleep a little.
After forcibly adjusting his state of mind and lying in bed, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep for a long time. His mind was full of the temptation of winning the Champions League final and the fear of losing, which tortured his mind.
The next morning, Qin Xiong woke up and naturally went to wash and change. When it was time for breakfast, he saw that Fàbregas was still lying in bed sleeping. He walked over to wake Fàbregas up and said to him, "It's time to eat breakfast. There's still training in the morning and going to the field in the afternoon."
Fàbregas sat up straight. Qin Xiong was very puzzled by his sleepy state of not having a good rest.
"Did you sneak out last night?"
Fàbregas shook his head.
"Have you been on the phone with your girlfriend?"
Fàbregas still shook his head.
"Then what the hell did you do? Why do you look like this? "
Fàbregas opened his sleepy eyes and stared at Qin Xiong as if he were looking at a monster. "I really admire you. How can you sleep so well? I only fell asleep around 1: 30. The Champions League final, the Champions League final!!! "
Qin Xiong shrugged and said, "Actually, as long as you think this way, you will definitely be able to fall asleep. You will not be a starting player in the Champions League final. You will play as a substitute."
Fàbregas jumped up from the bed and shouted, "I won't! Of course I'm going to be in the starting lineup! That was the Champions League final! Eh? Did you hear any news about it? Will I be demoted to the substitute list? "
"I'll tell you when you get dressed and have breakfast with me."
After saying that, Qin Xiong held back his laughter and left the room.
Fàbregas's mentality of worrying about personal gains and losses was only a microcosm of Arsenal's team. In fact, many players would have such feelings.
The training in the morning was closed, and no interviews were allowed.
Arsène Wenger was also aware of the general psychological state of the players, and even he himself might not be immune to it. Therefore, the training plan in the morning was disrupted and turned into a football game to ease everyone's psychological state.
The players who lost the game had to stand in front of the goal with their backs to the penalty spot, and then the other teammates would shoot from the penalty area line, aiming at their buttocks.
Qin Xiong performed very well in the game, so he could have three chances to shoot.
The punished player who was kicked by the football could leave.
When only Fàbregas and Eboue were left, Qin Xiong was the last to shoot.
"No, let him retreat another ten yards!"
Eboue shouted as he pointed at Qin Xiong.
His teammates roared with laughter. Everyone knew that Qin Xiong's footwork was accurate, but Eboue's reaction was too strong.
Henry was just about to refuse Eboue's proposal when Qin Xiong took the initiative to retreat ten yards with the football.
Fàbregas and Eboue both stood on either side of the goalposts, which in fact made the distance between themselves and Qin Xiong slightly greater.
At the same time, it also prevented the two of them from becoming too big of a target when standing together.
With a smile on his face, Qin Xiong ran up and kicked with a moderate amount of power.
The football flew in the direction of the right post of the goal with an inconspicuous trajectory.
Eboue twisted his buttocks and pretended to dodge, which had already made the other teammates sitting on the ground laugh. As he twisted, his buttocks were suddenly hit by the football, but the football was bounced away by his big buttocks. Then he took a step forward and finally turned around with his hands covering the part of his buttocks that was hit. He revealed his big white teeth and smiled. He turned his head and smiled at Fàbregas. "It doesn't hurt. You're the only one left."
Fàbregas turned his head to look at Qin Xiong, who was standing in the distance with his hands on his hips and a smile. He cast a look of deep resentment and then obediently turned around. He, who was already thin and weak, deliberately shrank his body, trying to make himself more difficult to hit.
Qin Xiong's second penalty kick was taken, and the football also flew in an arc. Fàbregas suddenly saw the football fly into the goal from the right side of his waist, and he felt relieved.
Hehe, it's crooked!
His teammates jeered and booed Qin Xiong, thinking that Qin Xiong was going easy on him!
It was not that Qin Xiong was deliberately going easy on him, but that he was used to the feeling of shooting with his foot.
Eboue stood by the right goalpost. Qin Xiong used his right foot, so he was naturally more used to it and had a more accurate grasp. However, Fàbregas happened to be on the other side, so it was a little difficult to grasp.
For the last shot, he did not choose a curving shot, but a volley with a little power on the instep of his foot!
The football went straight to Fàbregas's little buttocks. Just as Fàbregas thought that Qin Xiong would go easy on him, his buttocks were suddenly hit by the football. He lost his footing and fell to the ground. He covered his buttocks and turned around with a face full of resentment.
His teammates roared with laughter.
Qin Xiong himself did not know whether to laugh or cry. He raised his hand to apologize to Fàbregas.
It could not be helped. The distance was a little far. If he did not use his strength, the football would be too light to control its flight angle.
The morning training ended with laughter. Wenger was very happy to see his players release their inner pressure during training. Even he was infected by the fun on the training ground, and the inner pressure was relieved a lot.
At noon, everyone went back to their rooms to take a nap after lunch. When they gathered again at three o 'clock in the afternoon, it was obvious that the players' mental state was different. They were in high spirits.
Arsenal set off for the Stade de France for field training. At this time, the team was completely serious.
At six o 'clock in the afternoon, Arsenal got on the bus back to the hotel.
On the bus, Qin Xiong asked Henry curiously, "Why were there a lot of reporters in the morning, but there were only a few in the afternoon?"
Henry was about to answer, but he saw the news on the TV in the bus. He pointed to the TV screen and did not answer Qin Xiong's question directly.
Qin Xiong looked up at the TV. The news was showing the scene outside the airport.
Barcelona, led by the future king Ronaldinho, parachuted into Paris!
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