A lottery betting station in a Manchester alley, England.

Two fans, dressed in Manchester City's light blue fan jackets, strode in.

"Mike, Jamie, the game is about to start, how can you take care of people's business?"

The lady of the lottery betting point is a young woman in her thirties, with smooth blonde hair and waist, and her charm remains.

She waved with a smile and naturally greeted the two Manchester City fans, who appeared to be regulars at lottery betting spots.

Mike and Jamie smiled and nodded to the hostess, then stared at the big screen above their heads.

Above are the rolling odds.

With two hours to go, the Champions League quarter-finals will begin!

Manchester City, at home, will play Inter.

Real-time odds show Manchester City winning 1 to 1.5 and Inter winning 1 to 2.5.

"Jamie, what do you think?"

The black guy in the blue scarf asked the white man next to him.

Mike, a white man, looked to be in his sixties, flushed, walked slowly, and looked like he had just come out of a bar.

He rubbed his fleshy wine trough nose and said disdainfully:

"Then it is necessary to say, the bookmakers are optimistic that we will win, do you see, 1 to 1.5, such a low odds, almost a stable win!"

Mike pulled out an old-fashioned wallet from his arms, pulled out ten fifty-pound bills, snapped, and slapped them on the desk in front of the hostess.

"Jenny, bet me 500 pounds and Manchester City wins!"

A flash of excitement flashed in Jenny's eyes.

She took the money with a grin and skillfully crackled it on the computer.

"Oh old Mike, I rarely see you make such a big bet, what's wrong today, are you so confident?"

Old Mike wiped the remaining yellow whiskey droplets on the corners of his mouth and beard with the back of his rough hand, and said heroically:

"Little Jenny, this is the money I just withdrew from the bank this afternoon, just for tonight's game, we have Pep Guardiola, we have the most perfect pass control football in Europe, or in our home stadium Etihad, you just wait to see the money for me after the game!"

Black brother Jamie, looked at Mike a little worriedly.

"I said, old Mike, 500 pounds are you willing to give? Didn't you say that the pension is running out recently, it's about Easter, aren't you still going to Edinburgh to see your grandson, is the ticket money enough, don't be too greedy, buy a 100 pounds.

Old Mike looked at Jamie with disgust, "Don't worry, how can I miss this kind of money-picking competition!"

"I'm still waiting to win 250 pounds and come back to buy Easter toys for my grandson in Edinburgh, so don't worry about it!"

Jamie went on to argue:

"Pep Guardiola's passing control is indeed very strong, and the team's main team has experienced three and a half seasons of running-in, but Inter are not to be underestimated, especially their top scorer Ye Chen, who can score three goals in Paris in one game!"

Old Mike was a little upset, and he lightly tapped Jamie's head with his knuckles.

"Inter have been brilliant before, but in the last seven or eight years, they have been in the Champions League, at most a recruit, last year they did not play in the group stage, this year to reach the quarter-finals, it is already a miracle!"

"But I'm going to tell you, Jamie, miracles are called miracles because they only happen once in a few years, and if miracles happen every day, it's not called miracles!"

Old Mike took his small betting voucher from Jenny and put it in his wallet.

Then he put his arm around Mike's shoulders and walked out.

"Let's go little Jamie, it's still early, uncle, I'll take you to the bar under the Etihad Stadium, and go for two more beers, at my age, that's all I can enjoy..." At

3:55 a.m. Chinese time.

A studio of a famous sports broadcasting platform.

Zhan Jun was in the headphones, and after making a final explanation with the director, his magnetic voice began to sound!

"Well, dear audience friends, welcome to lock us in at 3:55 p.m. to watch this Champions League quarter-final between Manchester City at home to Inter, I am the host Zhan Jun, tonight will be guided by Xu Yangxu and I will explain this game."

"Hello audience friends!" Xu Yang smiled and nodded.

The screen begins to switch to the Etihad Stadium.



Blue Moon Manchester City

"
Wow, we see, in the beautiful Etihad Stadium in the night, two huge screens on the left and right, two rounds of blue moons rise, symbolizing the title of the team: Blue Moon!"

"In the home fans' tifo, we can also clearly see the words BLUE MOON."

"The Champions League song has been played, Manchester City's home game against Inter is about to start!"

'It's worth noting that at the same time, the French city of Lyon, played the home game against Barcelona here.

Xu Yang couldn't help but interject at this time:

"Zhan Jun, this Champions League opening song is just good, but it's a pity that I didn't experience this treatment when I was a player."

Zhan Jun nodded, "However, our Huaxia national player, Ye Chen, appeared in the starting list, this is the first time that a Huaxia player appeared in the quarter-knockout stage of the Champions League, Ye Chen, created a history!! Hearing

this, Xu Yang, who had always been calm, was also excited.

"Haha, Ye Chen shouldered the hopes of the whole village, we look forward to his excellent performance tonight, last time he played Grand Paris, he scored a hat-trick, and then against Juve, he played four happy pills, scored 7 goals in two consecutive games, this game, will it score five!"

Since it is not the official commentary platform of Huaxia Sports Channel, Xu Yang seems very relaxed.

The game hasn't started yet, it's blowing Ye Chen!

Zhan Jun glanced at Xu Yang with a smile, "Director Xu, low-key, must be low-key, let's save a wave of character for Ye Chen first, don't set the flag too early."

"At any time, Pep Guardiola's team is not easy to mess with, especially since they are very strong in the Premier League this season, and since leading the team for three and a half seasons, his pass-and-control football style, through Manchester City's practice, has swept the entire Premier League!"

"Even some teams in the middle and lower reaches of the Premier League have gradually begun to abandon long passes and introduce skilled Spanish players at their feet, and people have to learn from Manchester City and play pass control!"

Xu Yangbiao agreed.

"Gua's Manchester City, it is indeed a beautiful landscape in football in recent years, I remember when he came to Manchester City, I said, I came here to prove that pass-controlled football can also develop in the Premier League, and now, winning the league championship in 2018 and 2019 in a row, he really proves the universality of pass-controlled football!"

"If I'm not mistaken, Inter will start with a defensive counter-attacking style, let's see how Inter break the game of passing!"

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