SFS Chapter 671 Everyone is dumbfounded, Beichuan is helpless
Chapter 671 Everyone is dumbfounded, Beichuan is helpless
Citi Field, the venue for the U-17 World Cup tournament between the Free State U-17 team and the Swiss U-17 team.
Albert Federer stood in the middle of the group, his tennis racket gripped so tightly that his knuckles turned slightly white.
His eyes were wide open, full of confusion, and he looked around. With obvious shock in his voice, he asked his teammates beside him:
"Do you think I'm dreaming?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if this would help him see the scene more clearly.
"Why do so many people in the Free Country support us?"
His brows were tightly furrowed into the shape of a "川" character, his eyes filled with confusion, and his thoughts involuntarily returned to the time when he first arrived in the Free Country.
"I still vaguely remember the number of enthusiastic fans of the Free State U-17 national team outside the airport."
His speech speed gradually increased, and his voice became a little higher.
"There were so many people, so many people, so crowded, so crowded. How come there aren't many here?"
He bit his lip, his face full of confusion and doubt.
"Do they pay people to act as their fans?"
After saying that, he curled his lips, his face full of complaints, and stood there, looking completely confused, like a child who was lost in an unfamiliar environment.
Akutsu folded his hands over his chest, leaning against the wall of the passage, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes and a disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. He looked at Albert, as if to say, "You don't understand this."
Tokugawa Kazuya shook his head slightly, a helpless expression on his face, sighed softly, and looked at Albert with the same eyes as if he were a fool.
However, because this was an important part of the entrance ceremony, the atmosphere was solemn and serious. They all kept these emotions in their hearts and did not say much. They just silently adjusted their posture, kept the team in order, and waited to enter.
Just as everyone was immersed in their own thoughts, Peter Lambiel gently walked to Albert, touched him with his elbow, his face full of speechless expression, and said in a low voice:
"Are you pretending to be stupid? Or are you really stupid? I can tell by just listening that these are the captain's fans."
As he spoke, he pointed inside the venue with a look of disappointment in his eyes.
"Think about the huge amount of sponsorship we have for the Swiss U-17 training camp and you can understand the point."
Pete’s words stunned Albert for a moment. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was still digesting the information.
At this moment, the cheers in the venue were like a surging tide, one wave after another, deafening.
The sound seemed to be about to blow the roof of the venue off.
But if you listen carefully, you will find that these cheers are not for the Swiss U-17 team as a whole, but are entirely directed at Kitagawa alone.
Looking around, the auditorium was packed with people, with almost no space to be seen.
Many people wore uniform cheering clothes, with white T-shirts printed with Beichuan's focused expression during the game, or black jackets with patterns of Beichuan swinging his racket embroidered on the back, and many people wore hats with Beichuan's portrait printed on them.
From time to time, people in the crowd held up large posters of Beichuan, which were filled with words of encouragement written in colorful pens, such as "Beichuan, you are the best!" "Come on, we will always support you!", and various cute patterns and hearts were also drawn on them.
This shocking scene not only shocked Albert, but also Alexander Amadeus, Kularaja Tasta and others, who all widened their eyes, opened their mouths slightly, and looked incredulous.
Alexander Amadeus stared at the audience, a trace of envy flashing in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh:
"As expected of Captain Kitagawa, with this amount of fans, he could become an idol. I can't imagine if he becomes an idol in the future, will he become a world superstar?"
His voice was full of admiration, mixed with a hint of envy that was hard to conceal.
As a teenager, although he was very strong and had once been the captain of the Swiss U-17 national team, he still felt a ripple in his heart when he saw such a large fan base of Kitagawa.
In his opinion, having many fans is one of the signs of an excellent tennis player and it is also the goal he has been striving for.
Marui Bunta looked at the audience with sparkling eyes, his face full of envy. He scratched his head and said with a smile:
"Although he's a bit of a show-off, but considering Beichuan's strength, this situation is understandable."
"As long as he doesn't become like samurai Echizen Nanjiro-senpai, his fan base will probably grow a lot more."
Since he was guided by Beichuan, he aspired to become an idol, and fans are extremely important to idols. So when he saw the grand occasion of Beichuan's fans, his envy became stronger and stronger, and he secretly wondered when he could have so many fans.
At this time, Henry Nobel III gently nudged his teammate beside him and said softly:
"But to be honest, it seems our captain was also stunned by this scene."
As soon as these words were spoken, the team exploded, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Beichuan, who was at the head of the team.
Beichuan stood at the front, his posture still upright, but he could not hide the surprise on his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
He was almost certain that the grand scene before him was created by Brand, the "Chuan-loving maniac".
Although he felt a little touched by the surprise, such a large scale event also gave him a headache. He was worried that it would affect the next game and that he would be distracted by it.
In a corner of the audience, Qin Onokyiha, dressed in casual clothes, was holding a telescope and watching the Swiss U-17 team on the field intently.
He frowned and turned to Brand beside him with a puzzled look:
"Brand, I remember there was only one cheerleading squad at the training camp. How come there are so many people?"
He put down the telescope, his eyes full of surprise.
As the coach of the Swiss U-17 training camp, he wanted to cheer for the team, but he didn't expect the scene to be so spectacular.
Although the Swiss U-17 training camp is no longer short of money, he believes that it is a waste to spend a lot of money on such large-scale cheering. He would rather use the money on key areas such as improving training conditions and cultivating players.