King Bayern

Chapter 607 True and False Drogba

Both are 14 teams, the relationship between Bayern Munich and Chelsea is still very good, so after Chelsea came to Munich, Bayern came forward to invite Chelsea to stay in Bayern's hotel, but Hiddink did not agree.

But when Chelsea came to Munich, a very interesting thing happened in Munich, that is, a fake Drogba appeared on the street.

This person is a British comedian named Patrick. His ancestral home is from Africa. His biggest feature is that he looks very similar to Didier Drogba.

Maybe it's to follow the crowd, he also came to Munich this time, and he is still performing on the street.

But performance is what you do. Drogba is called African Andy Lau, so this Patrick you can also show your singing voice, but Patrick is a comedian, so he does not take the usual way, he even plays football.

"Look, isn't that Drogba?"

"Really, I heard that Chelsea has come to Munich, but I didn't expect to see Drogba on the street."

"Didier, hello."

"Are you really Didier?"

"Of course it's me." Patrick said confidently.

But passers-by still feel a little different. Compared with the TV, this Drogba is obviously a lot fatter.

"Why are you fatter than on TV?"

"That's because your TV is 4:3."

"No, my TV is widescreen."

"That's impossible."

At this time, more and more people gathered here. After all, Drogba is also a first-class star in Europe, and everyone wants to see it in reality.

More and more people took photos with Patrick, which even caused traffic jams.

Drogba was practicing weights in the gym in the hotel, and suddenly a teammate came over with a laptop, "Look, why did you go to the street?"

"No." Drogba was a little confused, but he stayed in the hotel today.

"See for yourself."

When Drogba saw it, he was taken aback. He saw that the person on the video looked very similar to him, except that he was a little shorter and a little fatter, but everything else was similar to him, as if he was another self in the world.

"This person is a fake. I haven't been out all day today."

The teammate was taken aback, "Don't do anything bad in your name."

This is also what Drogba was worried about, "No, I must go and have a look, please tell the boss for me."

"Don't get excited."

Didier Drogba left without saying anything, even without changing his soaked shirt.

Patrick did some simple street football performances, and someone booed, "Do something more difficult."

Patrick smiled and said, "I want to too, but I'm going to play in the Champions League soon, and I'm also afraid of getting hurt."

"Didier, why are you performing in the street?"

Patrick excused: "This is an activity of the sponsors, interacting with the fans."

"No wonder."

"Didier, I love you." A female fan yelled, and Patrick blew a kiss, which immediately caused cheers from the audience.

At this time, a person wearing a mask looked at him not far away. He is the real Drogba. In fact, he can completely expose him, but Drogba is a very shy person. He is afraid of encountering such a person. An awkward situation, so he stood aside and observed.

But after watching it for a while, this guy did not do anything to tarnish his reputation other than bragging and boasting, and it is well known that he did not charge passers-by a penny, which puzzled Drogba.

At this time, someone shouted: "Didier, I can also play freestyle football, can I have a chat with you?"

"Of course, come on."

The guy who came up looked like he was from India or Pakistan. He took the football and started juggling. One after another, he made a rainbow pass, and a seal headed the ball. His movements were dazzling.

There was applause, and the young man handed the ball to Patrick, "Your turn."

Patrick didn't catch the ball at all, but smiled and said, "You win, I don't know freestyle football."

Everyone at the scene thought he was modest and didn't blame him. Instead, they all admired Drogba's personality.

"I didn't expect Drogba to be such a humble person."

"Yeah, the technology is good, and I'm not proud at all, it's amazing."

Patrick was quite happy when everyone's comments reached Patrick's ears. He didn't expect someone in the crowd to say, "Drogba is a master of freestyle football. I've seen it before."

Patrick saw a black man wearing a mask shouting, "Are you looking for fault?"

The man continued to shout: "Perform a show, at least do a few moves, everyone is here to see you."

Following the booing of this person, the big guy also felt that it should be so.

"Didier, do something, the simplest thing."

At this time, Patrick panicked. He just knew how to dribble the ball, and it was difficult for him to do more than 20 dribbles. It was impossible for him to perform freestyle football.

However, Drogba felt that it would be embarrassing to expose the liar in public, and he did not cheat money, so he stepped forward and whispered in Patrick's ear: "I am Didier."

Patrick knew he was out of the bag, so he immediately took a walk, but Drogba chased after him and quickly caught up.

"I declare that I did not violate the law, so if you chase me again, I will call the police."

"You impersonate me, and dare to say that there is no violation of the law, okay, you call the police."

Patrick was taken aback, "I didn't do anything bad, I didn't ask for money, and I didn't discredit you."

This is exactly what Drogba wondered in his heart, "Yes, then what are you trying to pretend to be me? Picking up girls?"

Patrick blushed, "No no no, I'm married, look!"

Drogba looked at it, and there was a light skin spot on the opponent's ring finger, apparently usually wearing a ring.

"Okay, let me give you one last chance, tell me what are you planning?"

Patrick could only be honest, because he estimated that he could not beat Drogba in both sprint and long-distance running.

"Well, my name is Patrick, and I'm a comedian in the UK. Being funny and funny is what I do, so I had the idea to do a street performance in Munich, and even if you don't show up, I will eventually Tell the audience that I'm actually an actor."

Drogba was taken aback for a moment, it turned out to be the case.

"That's my fault for blaming you."

Patrick smiled heartily, "I was wrong, I should have asked for your permission first, but it's impossible for a small character like me to see you."

Drogba was very embarrassed, "Well, let me buy you a drink."

"Okay, how about vodka?"

"Okay, me and lemon juice, you drink vodka, and I have a competition."

Patrick was overjoyed, and patted himself on the head, "Okay, when I go back to England, I can show off that I saw the real Drogba."

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