Dear Gua

Chapter 388 The Eve of the Final Battle (Daily Transition)

Cardiff is the capital of Wales.

Its area is equivalent to one-tenth of London's.

A poet once said, "You can never predict the direction of the wind in Cardiff."

England and Scotland gave birth to *Braveheart*, why can't Wales produce a classic drama?

Approaching the Champions League final, tens of thousands of fans poured into the city.

"Why are photos of Bale and Ramsey everywhere?"

"They are both Welsh, and the clubs of two Welsh players have reached the Champions League final!"

There are three days left until the Champions League final.

The players and coaching staff of the two clubs arrived in Cardiff in advance.

Real Madrid's president, Florentino, also arrived in Wales early.

The big battle is imminent.

Cadena SER, however, exposed a recording of him: "If Neymar played for the Galácticos, it would be easy for him to win the Ballon d'Or. Real Madrid can always get players everything they want. Real Madrid missed out on Neymar, and the world knows it."

This sentence had no impact on the morale of the Real Madrid team. The players just treated it as a joke.

Zidane believes that Bale can be sold to free up salary space to sign Neymar.

Florentino disagreed: Sell Bale? Isn't that slapping myself in the face?

The two teams staggered their training times at the Millennium Stadium.

The players from both sides didn't meet each other, nor did they actively seek to meet.

After finishing training every day, Li Kang stopped watching game footage and instead watched documentaries of various clubs.

He still couldn't understand Zidane's tactical arrangements.

The documentary *Hala Madrid: The Heart of the 11th* broadcasted the tactical adjustments in Real Madrid's dressing room in full. Perhaps it shouldn't be called adjustments.

Zidane was just shouting, "Stay calm, don't lose the ball easily. Pay attention to defense. Casemiro can take more long shots! Marcelo and Carvajal, you two need to actively move forward and participate in the attack."

Then, Nacho, Modrić, Varane, and Benzema communicated tactical details.

This style was completely different compared to other clubs!

Interestingly, even Real Madrid's official account was complaining: Mysticism.

Simione once said after a La Liga derby: "I thought Zidane would discover Atletico Madrid's weaknesses in the second half and make adjustments, so I changed the formation again. But he didn't do anything! Atletico Madrid lost like that."

Maguire handed over a dry towel and said, "The closer the game gets, the more nervous I become."

Welbeck asked in confusion, "What's there to be nervous about? I even dreamed of scoring against Real Madrid during my nap!"

Maguire patted him on the shoulder and said seriously, "The smarter you are, the more anxious you become."

In the distance.

Wenger's expression was calm.

He had failed on the stage of the Champions League final, and it was the kind of failure where he was reversed by his opponent.

Finals day.

The entire city of Cardiff was brightly lit.

Posters of Bale and Ramsey were everywhere.

Real Madrid fans and Arsenal fans were surprisingly calm. They gathered on both sides of the street, waiting for the club buses to enter.

The main entrance of the Millennium Stadium.

The senior executives of the two clubs entered surrounded by reporters.

The Kroenke father and son were about to say something.

The long and short camera lenses in front of them suddenly moved away.

A burst of exclamations sounded from the crowd behind: "Beckenbauer!"

The reporters turned their direction in an orderly manner and surrounded him excitedly.

Although Beckenbauer had left the FIFA Executive Committee long ago, he was still a celebrity whom UEFA and FIFA had to invite to important occasions.

In terms of influence in the football world, few legends could compare with him. After all, he was once able to "openly" influence the host country of the World Cup, and the world couldn't find anything wrong with it.

As for helping the German team replace the Korean referee during the World Cup in South Korea and Japan? Compared to that, those were minor matters.

"Both clubs have world-class players. I have been looking forward to their peak showdown for a month."

"Prediction?"

"Real Madrid is used to exerting their strength in the second half this season. Arsenal may be able to suppress their opponents in the first half, just like Atletico Madrid."

"The Galácticos will bring on Bale around the sixtieth to seventieth minute to decide the outcome of the game!"

Beckenbauer's tone was a bit perfunctory.

The reporters were a little disappointed with the answer. Real Madrid had been playing like this for almost the entire 16/17 season. Couldn't the Kaiser directly say which club he favored to win the championship?

Gradually, the topic shifted to the Gunners' two hundred million man.

The German legend's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became radiant.

"He is a treasure who went from the Bundesliga to the world!"

"Every time I see him raise his hand to direct in the game, a strange sense of emotion wells up in my heart."

Applause was scattered.

The reporters were greatly disappointed. This was similar to what the Kaiser said about Messi ten years ago: "Every time I see Messi get the ball in the game, I feel inexplicably moved."

Millennium Stadium.

The stands that could accommodate more than 70,000 people were divided into two halves.

One half was pure white interspersed with purple, and the other half was red and white. Small flags of different colors were gently waved.

The green field was covered with a dark blue carpet, and hundreds of staff members squatted around it.

The exciting Champions League theme song sounded.

Three flags slowly appeared: the Champions League logo, the Arsenal team flag, and the Real Madrid team flag.

"Ctv5! Ctv5! Hello, viewers."

"Welcome to the 2016/17 Champions League final."

"Arsenal and Real Madrid will stage a peak showdown in Cardiff, the capital of Wales!"

"We will witness the final splendor of this season at the Millennium Stadium!"

"On the road to the final, Arsenal and Real Madrid have shown their different qualities!"

"Liverpool legend Ian Rush has placed the Big Ears trophy on a pedestal at the exit of the tunnel!"

"Whichever side lifts this Champions League trophy will create history!"

"Will the Gunners reach the top of Europe?"

"Will Real Madrid become the first defending champion since the Champions League was reformed?"

"Let's wait and see."

Duan Xuan and He Wei tried to adjust their emotions because one was a Ronaldo fan and the other was a Real Madrid fan.

During the commentary, they had to maintain a neutral attitude.

The temperature in Cardiff at night was a bit low.

Everyone in the player tunnel put on a coat.

Ramos and Carvajal warmly embraced their national teammates in the opponent's lineup.

Isco quietly pulled down his zipper, revealing the purple jersey inside.

"Li, the Champions League slogan on the Real Madrid jersey is printed better than on the Arsenal jersey."

Li Kang lowered his head and took a closer look, nodding seriously.

The warmth of the national team lasted only a dozen seconds.

The atmosphere in the tunnel quickly returned to tension.

Maguire took a deep breath, adjusted his hair, and whispered, "Li, that Pepe is staring at you with ill intentions!"

Zaka heard this and immediately looked provocatively at the Real Madrid defender.

The powder keg was about to be ignited at any moment.

Only Ronaldo stood at the very front of the line, quietly looking at the green field at the end of the final, with determination in his eyes.

Got back from work too late, and have a cold and fever, can't write anymore.

(End of this chapter)