From the men's room closest to the players' tunnel at the Allianz Arena, a rhythmic "puff" sound came from the room.
Before Fabianski and Shamach could reach the door, a stench hit them.
"Oh, how much did Lei eat? Why does it smell so bad?"
"Who knows what he ate? Maybe it was Xiang!"
The two of them hurried to the bathroom door.
One person blocked the door to prevent the paparazzi and fans from coming out from nowhere; another person covered his nose and came to the door of the compartment and asked anxiously:
"Lei, how are you? Are you feeling better?"
"Lao Cha?" Lei Yu suddenly heard Shamach's voice, "Go next door and get me some paper, md, there is no paper in this pit!"
Shamacher: "..."
After quickly passing all the toilet paper in the next room along the crack of the door, Shamacher asked the previous question again.
"Aren't you done listening?"
"Puff, puff, puff, puff..."
Shamacher listened with his ears perked up for a few seconds, and then asked cautiously: "It seems that the frequency is not as high as before!"
"Shit, you think I'm playing the drums? How often?" In the toilet, Lei Yu cursed while exerting his strength.
"Lei, then you have to give me an accurate answer! The boss is waiting for your letter! There are only a few of us on the field now!"
"I don't know either!" Lei Yu clenched his fingers into balls.
On the court, he is not afraid of any external competition; but he really can't stand the internal attacks on his stomach.
Was there something wrong with the plate of barbecue last night?
Or did Lilia put poison on the banana?
wipe!
I never heard that orange juice takes so long to digest!
"Don't know? If you don't know, how will I explain it when I go back?" Shamahe was also extremely anxious.
Just for a moment, Fabianski blocked two fans and reporters posing as staff at the door.
They clamored for Fabianski to get out of the way, in the name of limiting their power to "shit".
In the toilet, listening to the noise coming from the stadium, Lei Yu finally made up his mind and gritted his teeth and said:
"Lao Ma, 5, oh no, 4...no, 3 minutes."
"Go and talk to the boss."
"If I haven't gone out in three minutes, I'll ask him to change!"
After getting Lei Yu's answer, Shamahe ran out of the toilet with a groan.
"Lukash, you stay here for another three minutes. If Lei hasn't come out after three minutes, you can come back."
Seeing Shamach rushing out, the reporters blocking the door immediately separated into groups, let go of Fabianski, and chased after him.
Shamach was very fast and it only took him ten seconds to run back to Wenger.
"Marouan, how is Lei?"
"3 minutes!" Shamahe stretched out three fingers and repeated Lei Yu's words.
The professor nodded after hearing this, looked at the Gunners on the court and said slowly: "Five minutes, I'll give Ray another five minutes."
"Boss, what...what's going on?"
At this moment Shamacher also noticed something was wrong.
Why do our own players kick off the ball in the center circle?
The location of Bayern's foul was so accurate, right at the kick-off point?
And there is still no one of his own in the frontcourt.
Could it be...
Shamacher subconsciously raised his head.
I still couldn't believe it until I saw 1-0 on the scoreboard.
"Boss, Bayern..."
"It's Muller." The professor whispered, "But it's okay, it's just a coincidence."
Thomas Muller?
Could it be that he was just a coincidence?
The big screen is replaying Bayern's recent goal.
Luo Laohan dribbled the ball to the left side of the Gunners penalty area and passed back. Cross shot low with his left foot from 14 meters in front of the goal. It hit Koscielny and changed the line, and it bounced to Muller's feet.
C Ni had no time to save and could only watch the ball go into the net.
The noise that suddenly broke out in the stadium just now was caused by the crazy Bayern fans.
Bayern was also quick after scoring the goal.
Under the command of Heynckes, there was not much celebration and he ran back to his own half early.
It seems that they just want to take advantage of Arsenal's lack of one player to score a few more goals.
In the stands, countless gun fans were furious after seeing their team lose the ball.
One by one, they threw the debris in their hands onto the court to denounce Heynckes' "bad work".
But as the saying goes, I will take advantage of your illness to kill you.
This is the Champions League final, not a duel between medieval knights. Where do all the gentlemanly etiquette come from?
Winner and loser, many years later, people will only remember the score and winner of this game. Who will explore what happened in the process?
Just like Arsenal six years ago.
Ten of them responded to the challenge, but they still couldn't withstand Barcelona's onslaught.
Is it possible that history will repeat itself?
In the broadcast room, He Wei and Zhang Hehe also gradually understood what happened after the professor gave instructions.
"Lei Yu shouldn't have any big problems."
"After being hit by Boateng, his stomach and intestines began to churn rapidly, causing him to have a stomachache."
"It's just that this stall is really bad for Arsenal!"
"Look, Heynckes would never miss such a good opportunity."
"Thomas Muller!"
"Scored the first goal of the game."
"Looking at Bayern's attitude, they are forcing the professor to make substitutions as soon as possible!"
In the live broadcast room, those netizens who could comment were even more excited.
"Oh my god, Thor, you must come back safely!"
"What do Arsenal's logistics do? How could they make such a stupid mistake?"
"Damn it, this old boy from Bayern doesn't care! Aren't you afraid of losing your life if you score goals at this time?"
"Foreigners upstairs don't believe this. If you have the time, why don't you pray that Brother Yu will come back soon!"
"Do you think this could be Bayern's conspiracy? They deliberately tampered with Thor's food?"
"Shit! If this is really the case, then this is definitely the biggest scandal in the Champions League!"
Arsenal had one less player on the field and was one goal behind. All Arsenal fans were extremely anxious.
Even the players on the field kept looking towards the tunnel, looking forward to the return of the man who could "save the world".
Although I looked hard, I still couldn't see half a person.
On the edge of the court, the professor raised his head from time to time and looked at the timer.
Time skipped by minute by second, and soon, the professor checked his mind 300 times.
Ni reluctantly lifted the crossbar and took another look at the empty tunnel.
The professor finally sighed and waved again to Arteta, who had already finished warming up.
"Oh! Wenger has made a move!"
Without Lei Yu, any move taken by the professor will attract the attention of hundreds of millions of fans around the world.
After seeing him move, the cameras on the sidelines immediately focused on the Arsenal sidelines.
"It seems that Wenger has made up his mind and won't wait for Lei Yu." He Wei's voice was a little lonely.
Netizens in all the live broadcast rooms on the Internet also cried out in mourning.
"Professor, I beg you, please wait a little longer!"
"Yes, if you give Thor two more minutes, he will definitely be able to finish it!"
"Oh, oh, oh, professor, you have to believe in me, Brother Yu!"
At this time, the professor in the camera has arrived beside the fourth official, and the two are leaning together to discuss quietly.
"Well, have you decided?"
"number 8..."
"Changing to No. 4?"
The professor took a deep breath, but before he could respond, a shout suddenly sounded from behind him.