In the visiting team locker room at Astana Arena, every Atletico Madrid player will quietly turn his attention to Fernando Torres.

They know what this game means to Torres.

Two hundred and seventy games, ninety-nine goals, one goal away, and one game away.

When Gao Zheng walked into the locker room, he saw Torres changing clothes. He took off his coat when he went out to warm up just now, changed into a training suit that was already wet with sweat, and exposed his upper body.

When Gao Zheng saw his naked body, he couldn't help asking: "Hi, Fernando, have you not prepared a hundred-ball souvenir shirt?"

Torres turned around and saw Gao Zheng, and shook his head with a smile: "No. What if I prepare, but I don't score a goal? And in this game... I don't think there is any need to prepare for this."

When he talked about "this game", he paused clearly and looked worried.

Obviously he felt that this game was too difficult and was not a suitable occasion to consider his own 100-goal goals.

It's hard to say whether Atletico Madrid can win this game. If he cares about whether he can score the 100th Atletico Madrid goal, wouldn't it be too inappropriate?

He hopes that Atletico Madrid can win this game, even if he can't win, he won't lose. As for who scores the goal, it doesn't matter at all.

He is now enjoying his days at Atletico Madrid, and he doesn't care much about the 100th ball when it will arrive.

Hearing Torres say this, Gao Zheng turned his head and looked at his teammates, and the teammates he was watching nodded to him.

So Gao Zheng knew that his teammates must have arranged all preparations.

There must be a hundred-ball commemorative jersey, and the teammates have prepared it privately, but they won't take it out now.

It is indeed as Torres said, if he prepares with great fanfare but fails to score in the end, wouldn’t it be embarrassing?

And then the embarrassing thing is not their teammates, the most embarrassing thing is Torres...

So Gao Zheng stopped talking about the topic of 100 goals with Torres. He returned to his cabinet and started changing clothes to prepare for the next official game.

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When Simeone walked into the locker room from outside, everyone seemed to feel that he brought in a gust of cold wind, and the people close to the door couldn't help but tremble.

"There is good news." Simeone stretched out a finger and said to everyone. "It's warming up today! It's not minus eleven degrees, but minus 10 degrees! Did you feel warm all of a sudden?"

No one feels warm, but everyone still feels cold, and even doubts whether it is really zero or not. Perhaps it is because of the wind today. The biting cold wind has aggravated the cold body.

Simeone changed his expression and said with a stern face: "But I still want to remind everyone to pay attention to the movements on the court. This game is very difficult, and you must be mentally prepared enough."

Meanwhile, in the locker room in Astana, Bulgarian head coach Stoilov was loudly cheering the players.

He has arranged all the tactics he can arrange in this game, and he has already said about the tactics many times. There is not much time now, but more importantly, it is to boost morale.

"Atlantic Madrid is the strongest enemy Astana has faced at home, but it also means glory - you know what I'm talking about! This is not a fantasy. Our opponents have been flying for seven hours, nearly six thousand kilometers, and five jet lag... Think about how we were not used to going to Madrid, so they should be the same as us now! Some people say that it is natural for us to lose four goals to Atletico Madrid away, and the people who say these words should let them fly for seven hours and then play a game with Atletico Madrid!"

Every Astana player listened to the head coach very seriously. When he heard the prosperity, many people nodded and agreed.

That's really not something human beings do.

"There is also cold air! We are already very adaptable to the climate here, but the Atletico Madrid players who live in the warm Spain are not... Well, I once suggested opening the stadium ceiling at home to let more cold air in. But it was rejected, and the stadium manager felt that I was a little useless..."

The players burst into laughter.

Because of the cold, the ceiling of Astana Athletic can be closed. But thinking about the head coach's proposal, opening the ceiling and letting the cold wind blow... This is indeed a bit shameless.

However, Stoilov said seriously: "But I still think we should open the roof! We should do anything to win! You should know that this is not a friendly match that shows the good friendship between our two teams! This is a life-and-death battle for the Champions League! This is a game that is about to create history! Yes, gentlemen! You are about to create history in your country's football! This is the best stage! Please believe me, maybe in the past ten or twenty years, this game will still be mentioned by the people of this country from time to time, and your name will be recorded in history forever!!"

The more Stoilov spoke, the louder heavier heavier he spoke, and in the last few words, he almost yelled, his face flushed.

But he was not the only one who blushed. All Astana players were blushing at this time, and they clenched their fists and shouted with their head coach.

Create history and will be recorded in history forever.

This really stimulated these Astana players.

In fact, they all know that with their strength, it is basically impossible to qualify from this group.

But if they could beat Atletico Madrid at home, even if they still didn't qualify in the group in the end, they also created history, and each of their names would be left in history.

This temptation is too great.

Even if they left the warm locker room and came to the court, their blood was still spreading all over their bodies, leaving them completely unable to feel the cold.

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At 11:00 p.m. Beijing time, the referee blew the whistle to the start of the game.

Before that, the weather information of the game was played on the TV screen: one degree below zero, the wind speed was 22 kilometers per hour.

"The temperature is not very low, but it can't hold back the wind..." Xiao Yingying, who was sitting on the sofa, sighed when she saw this information. "I don't even want to go out in this kind of weather, let alone play football..."

"So you are you..." Feng Shiyao next to him gave Xiao Yingying a blank look.

"Can a handsome guy really score a goal in such a cold weather?"

"He said he could." Feng Shiyao looked a natural tone.

Xiao Yingying made a face quietly beside her.
Chapter completed!