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Chapter 701

Chapter 701

"To shut up!"

Several commentators from various Spanish cities and TV stations were chatting excitedly when a thunderous roar suddenly rang in their ears. They were all startled and looked around in a hurry. I saw Alberto's angry expression with red eyes.

Everyone was puzzled for a while, and then reacted, shouting in dissatisfaction.

"Alberto, what are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Are you alright, Alberto? The game hasn't even started yet, why are you yelling?"

"Why are your eyes red? I heard that many people around Madrid suffer from pink eye disease at this time of year. Don't tell me...why do you go to the hospital?"

"Ha, don't be kidding. If you want me to say, Alberto must have entered the state early. Also, Real Madrid is now locked in the league championship in advance. Now it is very likely to set a new historical record in this game. It is reasonable for Alberto to celebrate excitedly in advance!"

The narrators all laughed, they were all in the same industry, and they had a lot of interactions in the past, so they didn't have any scruples when they spoke. Some ridiculed, some joked, and some made casual jokes.

Good old Alberto, everyone doesn't know each other, as long as it's not in the game, he won't take it seriously if everyone teases and jokes casually.

But this time, these colleagues miscalculated.

Alberto ignored the jokes of these people, his eyes were red, his teeth were gritted, and he stared at them viciously.A series of violent roars came from his mouth.

"I tell you to shut up, do you hear me?"

"You don't know anything, what qualifications do you have to comment and slander others at will?!"

"Do you know what kind of person Fan is? Are you blind to see Fan's outstanding professional performance on the football field? Fan can donate all his savings, who of you can do this Such a person, you actually say that he is an insatiable greedy person for money, do your mouths only spit shit?"

"Being on the bench? Being sent to the reserve team? I tell you, it will never be possible! Fan's professional performance will not be ignored by any head coach! He will continue to play, he will continue to score goals, and he will use practical actions Tell everyone who doubts him, your doubts are just... fart!"

The good old man who seldom gets angry rarely got angry, even swearing, which really stunned all the commentators, and there was a deep disbelief in their eyes, but what followed was a burst of embarrassment. angry.Is the old man amazing?Is it great that this is the Bernabéu?We talk about us, our mouths grow on us, what do we want to say, is it possible that we have to report to you?who do you think You Are?

Commentators fired back.

"Oh, oh, I didn't find out before, but now I know that Alberto is a fanatical Fan fan! Tsk tsk tsk, he can only do it, and we can't talk about it? Ha, where in the world is there such a thing? reason!"

"Facts speak louder than words. None of the parties involved refuted the rumors on the Internet. Do you think your rebuttal can help Fan succeed?"

"Ha, I'm just saying, what can you do? Ooooh, Van is a slave to money, Ooooh, Van is a greedy, low character guy! Ooooh, he's going to suffer from the world's media and The accusations of the fans, he will be sanctioned by the Real Madrid club, and he will go to the reserve team to waste time..."

Amidst the sarcasm and ridicule, there was a "bang~" and a dull sound suddenly sounded. When everyone turned their heads, they saw Alberto, who was already furious, standing with his face flushed, holding a wooden chair in his hand. There were clearly visible cracks on the chair. Obviously, the loud noise just now was caused by Alberto smashing the wooden chair on the ground.

The entire commentary platform fell silent in an instant.There is no way not to be quiet. At this moment, Alberto is like a bull that is so angry that he loses his mind. It seems that he may do something with unpredictable consequences at any time.

Everyone stared at Alberto dumbfounded, not daring to make any sound.

Not to mention the narrator, even the two on-site security personnel not far away were attracted by the loud noise, and walked in this direction while casting curious and puzzled eyes at the commentary platform.

"As you all know, I rarely lose my temper. So please keep your mouths shut, otherwise, I don't mind having security escort me off the field."

"But you have to believe that before I leave, I will let someone go out with me!"

Alberto raised the wooden chair in his hand, and slammed it hard on the ground again. The wooden chair was instantly torn apart, and sawdust and debris were scattered all over the ground.

Several commentators looked at each other, complained a few words in a low voice with stupefied expressions, but did not offend Alberto any more, found their respective seats, and sat down without saying a word.

"what happened?"

"What happened?"

Two security personnel came in a hurry. Seeing the broken pieces of the wooden chair on the ground, they asked eagerly and glanced around, as if they had made up their minds to expel these commentators as soon as they found something wrong. .

Alberto waved his hand: "Nordo, it's nothing serious. It's just that there seems to be something wrong with my chair. It's a quality problem, or it's been used for too long, so... it's like this. Help me rebuild it. Get a chair and come over."

The security guard named Nordo looked at Alberto suspiciously, and finally said nothing, just nodded. Alberto is the "old man" of the Bernabéu, so naturally he will not trouble him.

"Be honest with me. Although you are commentators, don't let me find out that you have deviant behavior, otherwise... Humph!"

Noldo said a few words of "warning" and promised a few words to Alberto, and then went to find a new chair, but the commentators who stayed here murmured in a low voice: "MD , and warned us? It was Alberto who caused the trouble, okay? This guy is crazy, can you drive this violent madman away quickly?"

Complaining is nothing but complaining, but when the big guy met Alberto's still red eyes, he still couldn't help but feel trembling in his heart, lowered his head, and continued to remain silent.

In the past, the commentary booth was always the busiest place before the game started, but after Alberto's incident, today's commentary booth at the Bernabeu has turned into a strangely silent atmosphere.

Everyone was silent, waiting for the game to start.

……

Almost half an hour later, the Bernabéu stadium gradually became lively. Fans began to swarm into the stadium, holding various posters and portraits of jerseys, wearing white home jerseys, turning the stands around the Bernabeu into a sea of ​​white.

The game officially started at 07 o'clock in the evening, and at 30:9, the Bernabéu stadium, which can accommodate more than [-] people, was full of seats. Although the team had won the championship in advance, the enthusiasm of the fans remained undiminished, especially No one will miss such a "event" when the season's total points of the five major European leagues is about to set a new historical record.

"Victory! Victory!! Victory!!! We want... all three points!"

"Break [-] points, right in front of you!"

"Hala Madrid!"

The atmosphere at the Bernabéu gradually heated up, and all kinds of cheers began to fill every corner here.

And when the Real Madrid stars appeared on the field and began to warm up, the atmosphere reached a peak, with shouts and screams emerging one after another.

In the commentary booth, "anger" also began to recover.

"As always, the fans came to this great stadium, they held up portraits of their favorite players, they wore white scarves, they started singing 'Hala Madrid' and they gave their all to the team !"

"Our players seem to be in a good state of mind and have just been crowned league champions, but obviously, they don't have any arrogance because they know that there is an equally glorious record and history waiting for them to refresh. , to break!"

"C. Rodriguez is working on his shot, oh, his shot is amazing, speed, power, angle, Iker Casillas gave him the thumbs up...Van seems to be in good form too, he's doing it on the grass Running back and forth, kicking, running, his legs are full of strength... In the past few days, there have been a lot of negative news about him on the Internet, but it seems that he didn't take it to heart. These so-called rumors It doesn't affect his condition."

Alberto sent out all kinds of praises. The other narrators who had been "scared and threatened" before seemed to be less interested. Compared with the current Alberto, there are two completely different contrasts, and it feels like Alberto is singing a one-man show.

Alberto paid no attention and continued with his work.

But soon, the commentators became active, because the starting lineups of both sides have been released.

However, Fan Bizhuang's name was not on this list.

The commentators, who were holding back their anger, seemed to have finally found their place at the moment, and suddenly laughed proudly.

"Sure enough, our guess is not wrong at all!"

"This is the fact, Real Madrid is ready to do it! Although Fan's name is still in the 18-man roster, we have reason to believe that next time, his name will completely disappear from the roster. Where will he go? No need to ask." Is it? It must be the reserve team! Real Madrid will teach him how to behave..."

"A player who 'threats' a club usually does not end well. Obviously, Fan has already received his due punishment. Believe me, this is only the beginning...unless he bows his head, otherwise...huh!"

The hands holding the starting list were clenched unconsciously, Alberto's face looked a little gloomy, and a trace of doubt and anxiety could not help but surface in his heart.But soon, this look was completely hidden.

He looked at his colleagues who were shouting "in high spirits" and sneered in his heart.

"It's just a substitute, are you too happy?"

"I'm sure Pham will shut you up! Sure!"

(End of this chapter)