The road to godhood starting from Ligue 1

Chapter 100 1968; 1981; Maintenant; 4.29
"Here, help me."

In the cellar, Bertrand gave the flashlight to Modosso, and then found the most special one among the barrels of anise liquor.

"Go quickly, be careful, don't break anything." Modoso used a flashlight to illuminate the way and asked the others to help Bertrand.

There were still two days before the match between Bastia and Chateauroux, and Bertrand decided to take out old Bell's barrel of anise liquor in advance.

"Jacques even went to China specifically for this barrel of wine. It was very difficult to enter that country in those days. And Jacques was in Burma specifically for some fennel, which delayed him for a long time."

Bertrand used a duster to remove the dust from the wine barrel, leaned in to smell the woody fragrance, as if he was reminiscing about the time when his father taught him how to make wine. Old Bertrand had a different way of making wine than others.

"In his words, there are a lot of fennel growing along the Mediterranean coast, but those are just ordinary products, and they all make ordinary aniseed liquor. Only fennel from China is the best fennel, with the most unique secret recipe. And it must be fennel produced in Yunnan, China."

Bertrand seemed to have finally realized that Modosso and the others didn't know much about winemaking. He smiled and continued, "Let's go. You're in for a treat tomorrow night."

"Hahaha! I understand this!" Modoso pursed his lips. Aniseed wine is the taste that football fans in the Mediterranean coastal areas can't forget.

When this barrel of anise liquor from 1981 was unearthed from the cellar.

around,

Modoso and the others seemed to have already smelled the strong, rich, charming, unusual, strong and stimulating smell of anise liquor.
After closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

Modoso exhaled a long breath of satisfaction, "It's so hot! Bertrand, I'm already looking forward to it!"

Bertrand smiled. "There's no point in expecting it. Each person can only take a small sip at most. We need more people to drink it. Besides, we have to save some for the French Cup."

"Haha, yes."

Modoso didn't continue talking nonsense and immediately waved his hand to let his colleagues start adding some other things to the wine barrel.

A traditional Corsican rickshaw.

It was already covered with blue patterns, all of which were elements related to Bastia.

They worked together to secure the barrel to the cart.

Subsequently,

Modoso used a knife to meticulously carve three lines of Corsican characters on the barrel:

"French Cup Champion, May 23, 1981"

"Old Bell's last drop of sweat"

"Restarted by Gaio after 31 years"

After carving, Modoso used blue paint to apply it evenly.

"Done, let's go!"

Modosso waved his hand, and everyone laughed. They pulled the cart and transported the barrels to the streets of Bastia.

Modosso was at the front, shouting loudly, "Old Bel's last barrel of wine, Bertrand will give it away for free! On the night Cesari wins the championship!"

Boom!
dong dong! !
Some members beat drums, while others sang "Avà Bastia" and "Gaio's Song" in chorus.

Old Bell's Champion Barrel, along the streets of Bastia, all the way to the central avenue.

Then to the Cesares Stadium.

Along the way, countless Bastia fans sang along with Modosso and others, and even joined their parade.

Explosion-proof police were dispatched urgently.

Escorted them all the way to the Cesari Stadium.

The wine barrel was placed at the entrance of the stadium. From today on, someone will be watching over it until the game is decided.

Old Bell's last wish was spread to more and more people little by little during this parade.

Bertrand had already separated from the group by now.

A man sat in a corner sobbing, tears streaming down his face, "Jacques, did you see that? We're going to win the championship."

champion!

The championship that Bastia has been waiting for for many years!
At the Bastia pre-match press conference, Hagibegic looked uneasy. "This is a very important game for us. We know we can still win the championship even if we lose, but when the honor of the championship appears in front of us, we can't keep calm."

Chatham also couldn't keep calm.

A person looks at the quiet training ground, his heart pounding.

He came from the bottom of Bastia and now he is going to face the championship. The feeling is indescribable.

His mind was churning with thoughts, and in the end only one thought remained - perhaps signing Gaio would be the greatest signing in his career!
none of them!

4 month 22 number.

The entire city of Bastia was already bustling with activity in the afternoon, with people leaving their homes and donning blue shirts.

Join the crowd.

The Sassoon Stadium is like a heart, with countless "blue blood" flowing here.

Small drops make a river.

Everything reached its climax when the bus from Bastia arrived.

"Fight, Bastia!!"

The fans shouted, rushed towards the bus, banged it, tears in their eyes.

They were so excited.

I was so excited that I burst into tears before the game was over.

The players opened their car windows.

Waving to the fans.

The bus stopped in the middle of the road.

"Geo!"

"Roten!"

"Joplin!"

The fans shouted the players' names, trying to vent their emotions in this way.

Seeing more and more fans gathering.

The police quickly dispersed the crowd.

Yelling, "Don't delay the game! If you delay the game, you'll lose the championship!"

Such words are very useful.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

The bus continued to move forward.

Gaio was standing by the car window, waving to the fans. To be honest, after seeing the scenes in Bastia, he felt deeply attached to this place.

He could feel Bastia's sincere heart.

As the bus drove into the stadium.

In the crowd, fans were still discussing - "When that kid dribbles the ball, the olive oil stops flowing"

"We will win the championship under his leadership."

"Double crown, it will be this month"

"Gaio."

boom!
Boom boom! !
As the players stepped onto the field, they felt the earth-shaking roar of the Thessaly Stadium.

for this game.

Also for next season's games.

The team also urgently installed temporary stands before the game, which can accommodate three to four thousand fans.

Hence the momentum this time.

Bigger than any other time before!

Boom!
dong dong! !
During the pre-match ceremony, there was another burst of intense drumbeats from the north stand.

Then the UB members unfolded their TIFO.

This time the TIFO is no longer a huge picture, but only a small piece.

The one on the left falls down.

It says 1968 and the picture shows a silhouette of them winning the French Ligue 2 title for the first time.

When many fans were still confused.

The second one fell.

1981, silhouette of the French Cup victory!
(End of this chapter)