Chapter 2 Spirits Are Like Water

Chapter 2 Spirits are like water

In May, in the evening, in London, it was drizzling and pedestrians were woven.

Old John's bistro is located on the corner of a small street in East London. Business is bleak on weekdays, but today it is full of customers.

Because today is the day of the Champions League final - the 2007-2008 season, the Champions League final, against two teams from England: Manchester United against Chelsea! Now that all competitions in the English domestic league are over, there is only one game to watch before the new season, so it has attracted a large number of fans, whether it is Manchester United or Chelsea fans, at this time They are willing to drink some beer in the pub, and chat with three or five friends while watching football.

Watching football in a pub is an English tradition. It is probably because there are too many people watching football today, and it is rare for Old John's tavern to have a prosperous business day.

Since it was watching football, the atmosphere in the tavern should naturally be noisy and warm, but at this time, the old John's tavern was as quiet as a high-end coffee shop - if it weren't for the rusted doors and windows and the strong smell of beer The mixed smell with the smell of sweat and smoke is pungent.

There was not much of a turbulence in the game. Chelsea was in possession at this time, but the score was Manchester United 1-0. It was Cristiano Ronaldo's header in the 26th minute of the game.

After Manchester United scored, the game began to look dull. Compared to the iron-clad defense, Chelsea's attacking ability was not as strong as their defense.

But it was not the lackluster Champions League final that quieted the many fans in the tavern, but one person.

A man, dressed in black, with a tall black coat collar covering his face, under his thick black hair, he could only see the outline of an oriental man. It can be estimated that this man's height is definitely over one hundred and eighty centimeters.

There were several bottles of whiskey on the table, and the man was silent for a while, then raised the goblet in his hand.

goo go go go....

Just like drinking water, a glass of spirits is consumed in one gulp.... This is a high-strength whisky called "water of life" by the British!

The blushing white English men around also swallowed their saliva. Some looked at each other, some with admiration or even admiration in their eyes.

"How many bottles is this??"

"The seventh bottle??"

"I look like the eighth bottle..."

The attention of the drinkers was completely attracted by this man. Compared with a boring game, a man who drank seven or eight bottles of spirits without changing his face could attract people's attention.

Dangdang....

The sound of a wine bottle tapping on a wine glass.

Another bottle of whisky is empty....

The man turned around, and only then did the drinkers see the appearance of this oriental man.

Sword eyebrows, deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, thin lips, angular and resolute face, two sharp eyes make people dare not look at each other...

This is definitely not someone to mess with!

Most of the drinkers who had been staring at this oriental man retracted their gazes.

"Isn't this Chelsea's coach?!" A deliberately lowered voice sounded.

"Yes, yes, I remembered, it's the Chinese coach from Chelsea!!" Someone echoed with a burp.

"Chelsea's coach? Hey, work, don't make fun of me, Chelsea's coach is Grant now, and he's in Russia with his team. And you think that Abu, that Russian, will hire a Chinese to be Chelsea's coach? ?"

"Yes! I heard Russians are racists!"

"I hate Abramovich even though I'm a Chelsea fan!"

"What I said is true, his name is Gao Bo, he is a Chinese,

Just two weeks ago, he led Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup! ! "A drinking man with red eyes stood up wearing Chelsea's No. 8 - a Chelsea or Lampard fan.

The tavern quieted down a little, and people took another look at the man.

Although there are not many East Asians on the football field, one or two people can often be seen in the weekly games. Now there are several Chinese who play in the English league, such as Sun Jihai of Manchester City and Zheng of Charlton. Chi wait...

But the coach's words... In the impression of the fans, I have never seen an East Asian coach in a mainstream European league.

However, leading Chelsea U18 to win the FA Youth Cup is enough to show the strength of this man. In the arena, the winner is king, so now no one is questioning whether this person is qualified to be the coach of the Chelsea youth team.

"Hey work, you're behind. I heard Gao Bo was fired by Chelsea..."

"Oh......"

Inside the tavern, the fans glanced at Gao Bo sympathetically.

It turned out to be a hapless unemployed.

"Didn't he just win the FA Youth Cup with Chelsea U18s?"

"I heard that Abu doesn't like him..."

"How did I hear it was offending a Chelsea director..."

"Champion-winning coaches have been fired, and the English football tradition is gone at Chelsea."

"It's all that damned Russian..."

"I heard Abu is a racist!!"

"Russians are always so savage.."

In the tavern, the wine was hot, and the English began to fire map cannons against Russia.

“The bartender...”

Gao Bo turned around and snapped his fingers.

The bartender immediately served a bottle of whisky.

In the eyes of the English people in the tavern, either with admiration or sympathy, it was another glass of whisky.

He drinks whisky like cold water...

After a glass of spirits, Gao Bo didn't feel anything. Compared with Chinese liquors such as Erguotou, although the whisky is not low in degree, it is not as overbearing in taste as liquor.

"Hey, Chinese, aren't you a coach, look at me, what position do I play?"

A chubby fat man staggered to Gao Bo's side.

Gao Bo frowned, looked at the fat man in front of him, and a light curtain that only Gao Bo could see appeared out of thin air.

Explosive Power: 20

oh, that sucks...

Stamina: 22

Is it possible to play football with such stamina?

.....

Following the series of data that appeared on the light curtain, Gao Bo looked down one by one. Even if this fat man was placed on the amateur arena, he was basically a waste. He couldn't run, he couldn't lead, he couldn't shoot, his offensive and defensive skills were all a mess. In terms of data, there is basically no way to see other data other than weight. …

Goalkeeping Skills: 55

! ! ! !

Gao Bo was shocked!

Is this fat bastard still a goalkeeper?

Gao Bo couldn't help but glance at the fat goalkeeper with a big tongue.

It's really unbelievable. A goalkeeper with a skill of 55 is already very good in the amateur arena. It's a pity that this fat man is too fat, otherwise there must be some low-level league teams interested in this fat man.

"I think you are so fat, the only position that suits you is the goalkeeper." Gao Bo looked back, and the light curtain disappeared.

Gao Bo hasn't had time to carefully explore the source of this light curtain, but he knows that this is a very useful thing for football coaches - you can see a person's attributes, which is equivalent to FM for coaches.

It's a pity that you can only use it once a day, and it's cheaper to use it on your fat man today.

Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it.

"Can you know that too?" Fatty scratched the back of his head.

"Nonsense, old Kenny, you are so fat, of course you can only be a goalkeeper, because the goalkeeper doesn't have to run..."

"Hahaha..."

There was joy in the pub.

The fat goalkeeper Kenny didn't care when he faced the ridicule.

"Then let's see, what will be the result of this game?" Kenny asked, pointing to the TV screen.

"Chelsea is going to tie the game..." Gao Bo raised his glass and drank it.

It is now the 44th minute of the game and Manchester United are still 1-0 ahead of Chelsea.

"No way, Manchester United wouldn't give Chelsea an opportunity like this..."

"Half time is almost over, players on both sides are probably thinking about the second half..."

The fans in this tavern were talking a lot. The fans in England know the ball very well, and they will not change their views because of the judgment of such a professional number as Gao Bo.

Fat Kenny grinned and took a few sips at the wine bottle.

"Hey, let's make a bet. If Chelsea scores before the end of the first half, you'll pay for my drink today. If you don't score, I'll have a free drink today..." The brawny man winked, "Dare you bet, Chinese?"

"Hey, old Kenny, you're so unkind..."

"Isn't this bullying..."

Someone was fighting in the tavern.

"Then I'll thank you for your guest today..." Gao Bo grinned and raised his glass. As a past person, he knows too much what the process of this Champions League will be like.

At this moment, the first half of the game went to 45 minutes, and it was nearing the end of half time. Essien took a long-range shot from the outside of the penalty area. In fact, it is estimated that he did not intend to do anything with this ball, but he was happy when he finished. After all, he was also very uncomfortable facing Ronaldo in the first half. As a result, the ball hit Ferdinand's leg and then Vidic's back. The ball landed in the middle of the penalty area after two blocks. This position is not close to goalkeeper Van der Sar, and he couldn't come out to get the ball. He wanted to attack to get the ball, but he also fell. At this time, Lampard, who happened to keep up, ran to this position from outside the penalty area, kicked up and hit the goal, and the ball flew into the goal smoothly. 1-1, Chelsea equalized the score.

There was cheers in the pub, this is London after all, and Chelsea's fan base in London is still better than Manchester United's.

Some fans also put their hands on their foreheads, clearly frustrated that Chelsea had equalised.

But whether cheered or frustrated, fans quickly refocused on Gao Bo.

Gao Bo just said that Chelsea was going to score, and Chelsea did. Is there anything more magical than this?

Kenny was also one of the cheering crowd, the old fat man is also a Chelsea fan.

"Coach Gao Bo, drink whatever you want, it's mine today!!!"

Gao Bo ignored Kenny, who patted his shoulder in pain, and looked at Lampard, who was celebrating.

Then neither side scored in the second half, then extra time, then Terry slipped, and then Manchester United lifted the Champions League trophy.

The next story is like this!

Memories from 2018 were intertwined with thoughts from 2008. Gao Bo looked at the TV screen, his fingers turning white while holding the wine glass.