The taxi driver had a lot to ask, but when he spoke, he finally formed a sentence.

"Can you score a goal today?"

Lin Yu smiled and gave himself a thumbs up and said, "Who am I? I am Lin Yu! Dortmund's goal-scoring hero! Is it difficult for me to score?"

"Hahaha, as long as you can score a goal, I will go to watch the game on site, come on!"

"Um!"

Although the conversation was simple, it just confirmed the mood of the two of them today. The taxi driver was excited and full of expectations, while Lin Yu was very confident.

There is still a distance from home to the club, and Lin Yu took a nap for a while.

In his sleep, he stood on the field with drizzling rain. His figure seemed to be one with Stephen Chow in "Shaolin Football". He shot out, and the ball accompanied by the rain turned into a flying dragon, which fiercely tore through Real Madrid's defense line and rushed into the goal.

The dragon roared like a roar in the rain.

Lin Yu pointed to the sky with one hand, as if he had been crowned and ascended the throne. At that moment, the rain stopped and the sun shone on the earth. He was covered in a layer of gold, as if it was golden armor.

While he was thrilling, his body paused. It turned out that the taxi had arrived at the destination, which woke him up from his dream.

"What a dream! It would be great if I could score a goal so handsomely!" Lin Yu smiled, rubbed his sleepy eyes, said goodbye to the driver, and walked to the club's locker room. He wanted to wash his face first and refresh. Now there is still some time before the game arrives, and he has enough time to keep himself relaxed.

The rain really started to fall. Although it was very small, it was a bit cold. Lin Yu couldn't help but tremble after getting off the car.

"Is the first rain battle? I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune! But even if it's a knife, you still have to score when it's time to score. Unless UEFA delays the game, this rain battle will definitely be finalized."

In fact, if you can have such a drizzle after the stuffy summer, it will be very comfortable during the game because you won’t feel stuffy, and the stadium may be a little slippery. This is a big trouble for speed and technical players.

On the contrary, those players who rely on their health will have a fortune.

He thought he had arrived early enough, but when he walked to the mixing area, he found a group of reporters waiting there, holding some hot dogs, burgers and other things while eating, like hunters waiting for their prey.

"These guys are really dedicated enough!" Lin Yu sighed and walked over generously.

His arrival did not attract the attention of Spanish journalists. Instead, German journalists quickly surrounded him. Some people even threw the half-eat burgers into the trash can, as if they were rushing to reincarnate and rushed to Lin Yu.

Fortunately, the club's security staff were also very responsible. They had driven the reporters away and left Lin Yu a passage to the locker room.

"Lin Yu! Will you play today? Klopp said at the pre-match press conference that you will start. Isn't this a smokescreen?"

"Of course, I will play and score a goal!" Lin Yu was still as usual, and would never shrink in front of the reporters. He was very confident and arrogant.

"I don't know how you got such confidence. The opponent is Real Madrid, and you haven't played in the game for more than a month. Are you really sure you can still play football?"

"Nonsense, I can't kick, can you kick? You're still a reporter. This question is really not professional at all!"

Lin Yu did not give face to the reporters at all. After saying this, he had already broken through the siege with the help of security personnel.

Looking at Lin Yu's back, some unknown Spanish reporters couldn't help but ask their colleagues: "Who is that arrogant guy?"

"A madman who can score goals! He can also hit the media in the face!" Dortmund's local reporter sighed: "If Real Madrid coach Mourinho is a madman in the coach, then this guy is a madman in the players. But Mourinho has been famous for a long time and has achieved madness. This kid has not yet achieved the results."

"You can't even straighten your back in front of him? What's going on?"

"Hey, if you mock him now, you may face the danger of being slapped in the face after the game. We have already lost someone once and don't want to embarrass him anymore. If you really want to mock him and sarcastically, it's better to wait until after the game." Only reporters who have experienced the Ajax hat trick incident understand what a terrible guy Lin Yu is. The reporters really love and hate that guy.

What kind of players do journalists like?

Of course, I like players with news, which is why Balotelli can play in Times.

Although Lin Yu is not as 2005 as Balotelli, he is definitely an active enough person. The reporters like such players precisely because they have news to report. After all, reporters make a living by relying on news.

...

The game has begun, and Mourinho sat on the coaching seat, as confident as he used to be, as if he had won it before the game started.

His eyes turned to the court and saw Dortmund's No. 13 player. He remembered that media reporters once asked him about some things about this Chinese.

At that time, he really didn't know this person, and he hadn't even heard of this person's name. Later, he asked the coaching staff and found out that Lin Yu had once played a hat-trick in the Champions League group stage against Ajax. He was a player who was very good at seizing goals.

But even so, he didn't care too much. He felt that Dortmund's threat still came from Gotze, Reus and Lewandowski. No matter how powerful this Chinese man is, he has only played three professional games after all, lacks experience and his ability remains to be confirmed.

He regarded Lin Yu as a passerby in the football world. He thought that such a player was like a meteor. He might be beautiful when crossing the sky, but it would pass, so there was no need to care at all.

It seems that the facts also confirmed his idea. More than a month has passed, and Lin Yu has not made it to the team's roster. Although he does not know the specific reason, it is certain that this player is insignificant in the eyes of the club and even the coach, otherwise he would not have been able to sit on the bench.

He was about to look away because he was not very interested in this player and he would rather look at his players' performance.

But at this moment, No. 13's gaze also looked here and met his gaze unexpectedly.

It was a pair of clear eyes, but at this moment it seemed like a fire was burning. Mourinho could see what this look meant.

"I look down on me, right? Then I will show you!"

Mourinho translated Lin Yu's eyes into his own understanding in his heart, and he couldn't help but smile, "What an interesting guy!"
Chapter completed!