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Chapter 618

May 24, afternoon.

Manchester City's treble parade started from the Etihad Stadium, and tens of thousands of Blue Moon fans had gathered in the square outside the stadium.

The surging sea of ​​people instantly went crazy with the appearance of the parade car, setting off waves of tsunami-like cheers.

"Superbia in Proelio!!"

"Superbia in Proelio!!"

"Superbia in Proelio!!"

Guardiola took Manchester City's 11 starting players and sat on the first parade car. The league trophy, FA Cup trophy, and Champions League trophy were placed on this car.

At the strong request of his teammates.

Su Fei became a trophy holding tool, holding up three trophies in turn, completely igniting the atmosphere in the Etihad Square.

As the parade car slowly drove.

Click, click, click!

Crazy fans pressed the camera and mobile phone shooting buttons to record every moment of this celebration.

"Su!! Su!! Su!! Su!!!"

"MCI!! MCI!!!"

"Champion!! Champion!! Champion!! Champion!!"

"Little Luca, I love you!!"

"Triple Crown!! Triple Crown!! Triple Crown!!"

"Yeah!!!!"

Everyone was excitedly making their own voices, unconsciously shouting what they wanted to shout, noisy but not noisy.

Because this was the happy cheers and shouts of all Manchester City fans!

In a blink of an eye.

The bus turned around an intersection, and everyone in Manchester City looked at Su Fei in unison, with smiles in their eyes.

Tacit understanding needs no words.

Su Fei silently repeated the operation of holding up the three trophies in turn.

Cheers broke out again.

Knight and Cassano shook the prepared champagne and sprayed it out.

What was ridiculous was that.

Guardiola hurriedly covered his head.

Recently.

Guardiola summed up the reason for his baldness. It is very likely that it was during his time at Barcelona. He won too many games and was always doused with champagne by his teammates, which caused damage to his hair follicles.

Uh.

Guardiola is not sure whether there is any scientific basis.

But every bald patient needs some reasons to comfort himself so as not to be too hurt...

Wherever the parade car passes.

The streets, shops, and even the roofs of houses are full of Manchester City fans.

"Yeah!!!!"

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Every fan has his own way of celebrating.

When the parade car passed a bar called "Fierce man Bar", several fans wearing Manchester City jerseys, holding salutes, pointed at the sky.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blue ribbons fell all over the sky, adding a crazy atmosphere to this event.

Su Fei couldn't help but waved to the ingenious Manchester City fans at the door of the bar.

He waved the Champions League trophy in his hand at them.

Old Tom, Billy and other diehards of the Macho Bar were even more excited by Su Fei's friendly interaction.

"Did you see that? Su is greeting us!!"

"Ahhh, he is indeed my favorite son of Manchester City!"

"Wine, bring the wine over!"

"Let's toast Su together!"

"Here we come!"

The diehards of the Macho Bar, each holding a glass of ale, shook it at Su Fei.

Su Fei was in the mood.

He pointed to an unopened can of beer in the hands of the bar owner Billy.

Billy understood.

He squeezed forward and threw the beer in his hand to Su Fei.

However.

Billy obviously underestimated his strength. The parabola of the beer was too high and went straight to Su Fei's head.

At this moment.

Many fans who noticed this scene panicked. They didn't know about the interaction between Billy and Su Fei. They just saw a can of beer suddenly hit Su Fei.

What the hell?

Was it a troublemaker sent by Manchester United?

But the next second.

The crowd around burst into huge cheers.

Because facing the flying can of beer, Su Fei jumped up, used his chest to steadily unload the force, then raised his right foot and kicked the beer up.

Reached out and grabbed it.

He held the can of beer firmly in his hand.

Knight next to him was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

"Next time I'll throw a bomb for you!"

"Then I'll head the ball to you!"

"Haha, you're crazy."

Today is destined to be a dayThere was only laughter. Su Fei made a joke to Knight in return.

He opened the beer in his hand.

He raised his hand.

He aimed at the Manchester City fans who were looking forward to it.

"Chess~"

"Chess!!!"

Su Fei drank a glass with the fans in the Macho Bar.

This behavior.

It undoubtedly made the fans around him even crazier. Many fans had an idea, especially those fans from the shops.

They took out their own beer and raised their hands.

Seeing this scene.

Su Fei turned his head and looked at Knight. Knight immediately brought Su Fei a glass and filled it with champagne.

"Chess~"

"Chess!!!"

With deep emotion, Su Fei drank a full glass of champagne directly. The fans also shouted and drank happily.

Some things.

On this crazy day, once you start, you can't stop.

The fans thought that Su Fei and the fans drinking from a distance today was a celebration ceremony for Manchester City's treble parade.

So.

When Su Fei lowered his head to return the glass to Knight, he looked up and found that many fans on the road ahead were holding up their beers.

Hmm?

This development direction seems to be wrong.....

Su Fei realized it later.

But... Today is a day, who cares!!

Drink!

Must drink!

Can't let down the expectant eyes of every Manchester City fan.

"Another glass!"

Su Fei took the glass from Knight's hand domineeringly.

Ahem.

Next.

"Another glass!"

"......"

"I want more! Your glass is not full enough!"

"......"

"Fuck, fill it up, the fans think that Manchester City can't even afford champagne!"

"......"

"Damn, do you look down on me, Knight? I tell you, with this amount of champagne, I can drink three boxes!"

"......."

"Drunk? I'm not drunk! Can you get drunk by drinking foreign liquor? Are you still a man? Come again, come again, another glass of fucking!"

"......."

"Come... again!"

"......"

"Don't worry about anything... pour me a glass... that's it!"

"......"

"What? It's here? Damn, it's over so quickly? Oh, we're going to hold a celebration ceremony at the stadium next, right?"

"Any more?"

"Don't waste it, isn't there still half a glass in that bottle? Pour it up for me!!"

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The parade car slowly drove into the parking lot of Etihad.

Guardiola and the Manchester City team did not get out of the car, but surrounded the "crazy" Su Fei, thinking about what to do next.

"Coach, how about I send Su to the hotel to rest?"

"Uh... OK, I'll talk to him later, and I won't arrange for Su to speak."

"No!!!"

Su Fei shouted, interrupting the conversation between Modric and Guardiola.

At this time, Su Fei.

His face was red, his eyes were blurred, and he was a little unsteady.

"Today... Today!"

"I... I Su... Su Fei... must play!"

"The fans... are all in the stadium... waiting for me! No... can't... can't let them down!!"

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