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Chapter 878

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The Real Madrid team that won the UEFA Champions League at the Luzhniki Stadium celebrated wildly on the return flight!

"All passengers, please sit in your seats … Yes, yes, yes … Hahaha!"

The flight attendant of the MD-83 airliner that Real Madrid took, called the "Golden Arrow," originally wanted the players to observe the flight discipline. However, when he saw the strange dance of a crazy Real Madrid player, he could not help but laugh.

The "Golden Arrow" had just taken off in the rain when the Real Madrid center back, Pepe, fell into a strange state. His movements were like that of a marionette, very funny. He left his seat, jumped onto the aisle, suddenly ran, suddenly stopped, sat down, and got up again. He moved his hands and feet mechanically, like an African shaman.

Before, Pepe had always given people the impression that he was gentle and calm. He had the modesty and elegance of the middle class.

But obviously, the Champions League title had a psychedelic effect.

After defeating Manchester United to win the title, the Real Madrid players, like Pepe, not only received a 300,000 euro bonus each, but also drank to their hearts' content. Their mental freedom was completely released.

The old fuselage of the MD-83 was naturally the first to pay the price for the revelry of the Real Madrid players.

In fact, before the Real Madrid players sat in their seats on the plane, they had already been excited for two hours. Raúl wrapped himself in the Spanish flag in the locker room and boarded the bus to the airport with the flag wrapped around him.

Immersed in the alcohol, his eyes were shining. When Ramos, the funniest player in the Real Madrid team, was ready to make a joke, Raúl was the first to respond. So, there was a very exaggerated scene on the bus. Raúl, the modest gentleman, jumped and shouted with his teammates, "Real Madrid, European champions! European champions! We are the f * * king champions! "

On the plane, Robinho and his Brazilian compatriots danced excitedly to the music. On his left was Pepe, and on his right was Marcelo.

In front of Pepe was Ramos, who had the flag of the Andlusa region draped over his shoulder. He was a master of jokes. On the other side of the tunnel was the Italian center back, Cannavaro, who loved to joke. This group of people could liven up the atmosphere.

Real Madrid general manager Mijatović and manager Bosque had been silent, but Calderón was willing to join the players in the celebration. After the turbulence and horror of the first year, Calderón tasted stability and peace in the second year.

The Real Madrid players joked with Mijatović again. A dozen voices shouted at Mijatović and Calderón, "Diarra can't be sold! Diarra Diarra can't be sold! "

Heinz took this opportunity to take revenge on Ramos. He encouraged his teammates to shout, "Calderón, sell Ramos. Sell the f * cking Ramos."

Qin Xiong sat with Snede and Robben. Sometimes they would participate in the teammates' shouting, and sometimes they would put their arms around each other's shoulders and sing together. The atmosphere was always warm.

The heckling teammates even pulled Qin Xiong out of his seat. When Qin Xiong was led by Robinho to dance the samba, the teammates roared with laughter.

Qin Xiong's dance steps were too weird!

In order to "punish" Qin Xiong, they lifted Qin Xiong up high. Someone shouted, "Calderón, give Qin Xiong a lifetime contract. He will bring us more championships! Next year, we will defend all the championships! Champions! Champions! Champions! "

The almost mechanical repeated shouts of the Real Madrid players echoed in the cabin.

"Champions! Champions! Champions! "

This kind of madness was hard to suppress, after an incomparably brilliant, or even unprecedented achievement had been achieved.

Ask every Real Madrid player how he felt after wearing the Champions League winner's medal.

Maybe everyone would say: I feel like I'm the f * * king king king of the world now!

When there was no pressure from the game and they could completely release, they just wanted to party to their heart's content!

It was already past eight o 'clock in the morning when the Real Madrid team returned to Madrid.

The Real Madrid fans who came to pick them up at the airport paralyzed the airport traffic.

The Spanish media was also waiting for Real Madrid to appear with the championship trophy.

But when the countless fans and reporters who were eagerly waiting saw the Real Madrid players, the audience was stunned.

Except for Bosque and Mijatović, everyone else was disheveled. Many of the players' hair was messy, and no one even reminded Marcelo that he was wearing his clothes inside out.

The Real Madrid players had just fallen asleep two hours ago and had no energy or thought to dress up before getting off the plane.

But when Raúl came out with the trophy, the scene of empty streets rang with cheers that shook all directions!

Real Madrid returned with glory!

The players who did not want to take the bus home collectively went to a nearby high-end hotel to get a room and continue to sleep.

And players like Qin Xiong and Raúl, who had families, took the bus home under Mijatović's arrangement.

Everyone agreed to have a family gathering in the evening.

Because Sylvia was pregnant, Qin Xiong did not let her go to watch the game live. After all, the difference in temperature between Madrid and Moscow was a bit big.

When he returned home, Sylvia looked tired, but she still raised a smile to welcome Qin Xiong's return.

Qin Xiong, with dark circles under his eyes, smiled gently and hugged her gently. He said in her ear, "You didn't rest well last night, did you?"

It was almost two o 'clock in the morning after the award ceremony. She certainly would not miss any scene where Qin Xiong would appear on TV.

Sylvia shook her head slightly and suddenly asked, "Where's your luggage?"

Qin Xiong was stunned. After thinking about it, he said, "Oh no! I forgot to bring it back. "

Sylvia could not help laughing and said, "You're too happy."

Qin Xiong hugged her again and whispered like a child, "After the plane landed, I just wanted to go home quickly."

He was not worried that his luggage would be lost. When the club went out to play games, there would be dedicated staff to manage the players' luggage. After the game, it would either be stored in the club, or someone would specially send it to him.

Sylvia had already prepared breakfast at home. Qin Xiong ate a little and went upstairs to take a shower. Then he went back to the bedroom and pulled Sylvia with him so that she could catch up on sleep.

Qin Xiong, who was physically and mentally exhausted but extremely happy, quickly fell asleep. Sylvia reached out and gently stroked his cheek. She smiled and secretly kissed him on the lips. Then she picked up a parenting book from the bedside table and flipped through it.

When she was sleepy, she put down the book and went to sleep next to Qin Xiong.

On this day, Real Madrid "made a fool of themselves." From the disheveled clothes after returning from the championship, to Pepe and Marcelo, who were resting in the hotel, getting up halfway to pee, to running naked in the hotel corridor …

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