Although they were just under the Eiffel Tower, the two of them did not pay to take the elevator to take a bird's eye view of Paris. They did not go to other famous tourist attractions. They took photos in the Square of War Gods and ate ice cream. Jiang Feng and Cheryl walked along the banks of the Seine and chatted occasionally. They took a few photos occasionally. ※※ Jiang Feng was not interested in shopping, while Cheryl was able to get to the most fashionable clothing and cosmetics because of his work. There was no need to go shopping. The two just walked aimlessly, very casually, and they didn't have to do anything, just like an idle man, strolling on the streets in the lazy afternoon sun in Paris.

If Cheryl was a girl who went out to the street and went home in a high-end shopping mall, and finally got home with big bags, Jiang Feng and she might not have had the same tacit understanding as they are now.

Jiang Feng returned to the hotel with a good mood for an afternoon and the warm sunshine... When they returned to the hotel, Manchester United players had already returned one after another, gathered the good people, and the team took a bus to the French Stadium to prepare for the final one day later.

Until now, Jiang Feng still has an indescribable feeling - in his previous life, he watched the European Champions League final in front of the TV. In the pouring rain, Arsenal ten players faced the challenge, leading Barcelona for dozens of minutes, and lost at the last moment.

Therefore, when he is now in historical events and becomes the protagonist, the feeling of traveling through time and space becomes increasingly obvious.

Arsenal, who was supposed to have been eliminated by his team in the Champions League final, was eliminated by his team. Going forward, the Spanish yellow submarine Villarreal, who was supposed to have appeared in the Champions League this season, was eliminated by Manchester United. Manchester United replaced Villarreal and participated in the Champions League. If we follow the trajectory that Jiang Feng knew, Manchester United should have been eliminated by Arsenal in the semi-finals.

Everything has been subverted, and what changes these is my "bug" that travels through time and space. Because I am a bug, my Manchester United has become a bug for granted. So is it my bug that changes the future? Or is it Barcelona, ​​which represents the orthodox, which is favored by UEFA, that makes history return to normal?

Jiang Feng stood in front of the window of his hotel room. He remembered that it rained heavily in Paris during the Champions League final.

Now... the sound of water can be clearly heard even if the window is closed. The silver rain line pours down from the sky. Yesterday, I could clearly see the Eiffel Tower here, and today I could only see a vague black shadow.

He looked at the hazy world outside and was fascinated.

...

Just as Jiang Feng was ecstatic when he was looking at the rain outside, Manchester United was ready to set off for the French Stadium. Whether it was Ferguson, Queros, or Manchester United players, they didn't know that history had long been changed.

Ferguson also stood in front of the window and looked at the world filled with rain outside. He was thinking about some changes this rain would bring. Undoubtedly, in the rain, Barcelona, ​​which pays attention to ground cooperation, will be greatly affected. Although Manchester United also pays more attention to cooperation, Manchester United is an English team after all. It is not impossible to hold high and play high, and this rain has a much smaller impact on Manchester United.

This may be good news for Manchester United.

"Jazz." The sound of opening the door came from behind the door, and Queros pushed the door in, "It's time to set off."

"So heavy rain..." Fanny stood at the entrance of the hotel lobby, looking at the bus parked outside, which was different from Ferguson's room with closed windows. The sound of rain here is more obvious and clear.

Manchester United players have all arrived at the lobby and are ready to set out to the stadium. The game in the rain is not unfamiliar to them, after all, the most deficient thing in the UK is rain.

However, it is still disappointing and disappointing for the European Champions League final that everyone attaches great importance to.

"Will the game be postponed due to heavy rain?" Rooney next to him asked curiously.

Giggs shook his head and said, "No, the underground drainage system of the French Stadium is very developed, and there will be no water accumulation on the field. And..."

He glanced at the reporters wearing raincoats and hit the heavy rain shooting and said to Rooney: "This kind of final is live broadcast to the world. Sponsored by countless advertisers, and the extension will affect the interests of TV broadcasters, so they will not agree to the extension."

"But it feels bad to play football in such heavy rain... I always feel uncomfortable when I am wet." Rooney said with eyebrows.

Giggs smiled and said, "Wynn, don't worry, maybe it will be lighter when we arrive at the stadium."

He nodded to Rooney looking outside, but his frown still did not stretch.

Ferguson and Queros walked out of the elevator and came to the gathering of players.

"Let's go, guys." Ferguson clapped his hands and the players stood up one after another.

"Boss, it's raining heavily..." Someone complained to Ferguson.

Ferguson shrugged and said, "It's useless to complain to me, I'm not God. But you should feel grateful."

When everyone around him said this, they were surprised. Why did it feel so lucky to be so rainy? What else can I be grateful for? What else can I be grateful for in such a bad weather?

Seeing the surprised eyes of the players around him, Ferguson smiled proudly: "When you play on the court, things on your head fall to make it cool, you know that it is dark clouds and rain, not a group of birds that have eaten their stomachs."

Everyone reacted and burst into laughter, and the depression caused by the bad weather also disappeared.

"Okay, to be honest, it's raining for us. The men in Barcelona are used to the bright sunny beaches and must not like the weather now. Let's go!" He waved his hand, and the players got on the car with a smile.

The heavy rain did not extinguish the enthusiasm of the fans of the two teams. The French Stadium, which can accommodate 80,000 people, is full, just like the stadium ceiling on the edge of the flying saucer, which is tightly blocked the stands. Fans don’t have to sit in the rain to watch the ball, which seems to have no effect on attendance. Of course, this is also related to the fact that both teams have many supporters on this planet. After all, fans around the world are calculated in billions, especially Manchester United in Jiangfeng, who have hundreds of millions of fans in China, let alone globally.

However, speaking of this, there are still a little more Manchester United fans than Barcelona, ​​about 45,000 vs. 35,000. This is related to the reason why several companies under the Jiang Consortium are sponsors of the Champions League.

Since the battle between the game was the English team, many English fans would inevitably come, so the Paris police sent a lot of police forces, and the whole city was very nervous. No one was willing to reproduce the tragic scene of the German football gangster who beat the military policeman Neville to a vegetable during the World Cup. Fortunately, so far, there have been no reports and records of fans on both sides drinking and causing trouble.

When the players appeared to warm up, Manchester United fans sang songs they wrote for the players. These people even had the ability to compile lyrics on the spot and sang them in the tune of the most popular songs at the moment. In comparison, the methods of Barcelona fans who are not at the Camp Nou are more monotonous.

As the final, the team attached great importance to it. Ferguson did not stay in the locker room, but came to the sidelines with the team and watched the situation in the rain. He went up and took two steps, then frowned.

"The drainage system is pretty good, but the venue is slippery." Queros next to him gave the conclusion.

Ferguson nodded in agreement.

"Go back and ask them to prepare long-sleeved sneakers, which will have little impact on us, so it's Barcelona..." He turned his head and looked at his opponent who was warming up in the other stadium. Rijkald also appeared on the sidelines, as if he was also investigating the water and turf on the court. He couldn't see his expression clearly, but from the Dutch's look that he kept his head down, we can know what the opponent's head coach was feeling at this moment.

Barcelona is the representative of artistic football. They are used to controlling football at their feet. Ninety percent of the time the football rolls on the ground. Messi, Etoo, Deco, Xavi... These people are representatives of technical football. Their dependence on the field and weather should be more important than Manchester United. Accurate ball control, dribbling and passing require appropriate venue conditions. The slippery weather has a great limitation and impact on their performance. Therefore, this bad weather seems to be better for Ferguson.

At worst, my Manchester United plays traditional English football with you, letting the ball fly around the air, and then scrambles Barcelona's offensive rhythm with body and rude fouls, dragging you into the rhythm we are most accustomed to and are best at.

Ferguson did not stay on the sidelines for a long time. After learning what the venue was like, he turned around and returned to the locker room, wiped the rain from his hair and face with a dry towel, hung his wet coat on the hook, and quietly waited for the players to come back.

The warm-up ended soon, and the players returned to the locker room one after another. The coaches were sending dry towels to the players. The dry jerseys were already hung on the hangers in the locker room cabinet for them to change.

Compared to when I was in the car, the players nowadays became obviously nervous and talked less. Most of them chose to remain silent at this time.

Ferguson took it all in his eyes.

"Are you nervous, guys?"

No one answered him, but everyone paused.

"I'm nervous, too." Ferguson said, and the people who stopped laughed and continued to work on their own.

"When the time comes, I'll forget this word for me during the game." The players changed their clothes and wiped their hair. Ferguson also said to himself, "It's raining well, and the people in Barcelona are even more nervous than us. Has anyone seen Rijcalde's expression just now?"
Chapter completed!