Vol 4 Chapter 853: State banquet to entertain the polo king

When it’s time for lunch, the Chinese team went to the hotel restaurant to have a customized buffet. Zhuo Yang invited Maradona and Oliva to a luxurious Russian private table in the small restaurant.
　　 Team leader Yang Chen and assistant coach Lombardo were drawn to accompany him. Of course, it can’t be regarded as Zhuo Yang’s forcible training.
In fact, Yang Chen took the initiative to post it. As the national team leader, he was the direct and supreme leader of the expedition to the national football team. He came forward and tried to entertain the world-renowned star Diego Maradona with public funds. The semi-official nature of the banquet.
　　 The Chinese have traveled to every corner of the world, and there is no lack of etiquette without anything.
　　 And Attilio Lombardo barely counted the acquaintances of the former Serie A king. Lombardo is six years younger than Lao Ma, but they don't have much intersection when they play. Lombardo's first two years in Samp, the last two years of the polo king in Naples.
　　 As for the coach Sforza, he just came over and gave a polite hug to the old horse, and was squeezed by his big belly. Both Yang Chen and Zhuo Yang were absent. A big team couldn't live without a man, and Sforza and Maradona really didn't have much friendship, and they were ten years younger, so they didn't want to join in the fun.
　　Kokoko is also here. Her Royal Highness was not willing to give the Polo King or Oliwa face, she really lay in a comfortable place for a day, lazy, lazy, hungry but no one can stop it.
　　 At present, Oliva did not dare to continue to be a demon, and honestly practiced curtsy, and Koke returned to it like a spring breeze.
　　 Oliva is so envious. Zhuo Yang and Kou Kou's eyes blended with warmth inadvertently. Kou Kou naturally took Zhuo Yang's arm and leaned his head slightly tiredly on his shoulder. The two men of Lang Cai Nv and Kou Kou were instantly immersed. Tiancheng.
　　 It’s like certain dog men and women, who gnaw on the bones in public if they don’t agree with each other.
　　 I'm not afraid of comparing goods, I'm afraid of comparing people to others. Oliva smiled reservedly, while serving Maradona's still-willing chatter as gracefully as possible, while doing his best to conceal the disgust in his eyes for the short and fat man.
　　 With a cry, the chef of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg was busy opening it up, and not long after, seven dishes and eight bowls were brought up according to personal preferences.
Granular black caviar, northern salmon, salmon, herring, game souffle with mayonnaise, star-shaped sturgeon aspic, white mushrooms in sour cream, Caucasian pickles, steamed trout with prawns, kachapuri, hazel chicken Of course, French clear soup and borscht are also indispensable.
　　 There is nothing too awesome about Russian cuisine, this set is completely the standard of a state banquet.
　　All the people here are well-informed people on food. They have either travelled north and south, or have experienced the influence of the splendid Chinese cuisine, and the meal system will not cause the tragedy of the rural eating table and plates in seconds. It doesn't matter what you eat, but who you eat is important.
　　 Koko is a quiet person in public, Oliwa is unable to put his mouth in, Yang Chen is restrained and steady, and has a lot of thoughts today, plus he only speaks good German, so he doesn't talk much.
Maradona is quite talkative, Zhuo Yang can be a silly talker, Lombardo is a joke player, and all three of them are proficient in more than one language, so the dinner table is basically their business, Italian, Spanish and English is mixed and seamless, whispering.
　　 This scene is very similar to the street night market in Xi'an.
Along the Longhai Railway in Xi’an, there are many citizens with ancestry from Henan. In addition, after the rapid development of the city, the world’s Datong, the so-called'classmates born after 〇〇 can not speak dialects', so a group of buddies who grew up drinking and eating in the night market Meat, it's normal to switch channels at any time in Shaanxi dialect, Henan dialect, and Mandarin.
　　 Zhuo Yang and Maradona had a deep conversation all afternoon in the small conference hall. The old horse said a lot, many of which were turned over and over again, but the meaning he wanted to express was completely understood.
　　 Lao Ma believes that Zhuo Yang has the football strength to put the individual above the team, which is exactly the same as Bailey's point of view.
　　 Bailey’s ‘Talent Theory’, he said Zhuo Yang should be the master of football;
　　 Maradona’s ‘Heroism’, he said that football is an individual sport, a sport of individual heroism.
　　 The two kings are not against football, but based on their unparalleled genius and a deeper understanding of football. Coming first, arriving later, Bailey's words made Zhuo Yang feel a little bit reasonable, and the words of the old horse touched Zhuo Yang.
　　Football is an individual sport. People with exceptional talents should become the masters of football. This concept is unheard of, and Zhuo Yang has never thought about it in this direction.
　　 Don't underestimate the ancients, and don't underestimate the old predecessors. The two ball kings not only have false names under the clouds, they are masters with real things.
　　 Regardless of the purpose of Bailey and Maradona personally sent to the door to mention Zhuo Yang, whether they can't hold back their skills, whether they hate iron or steel, or heroes and heroes, Zhuo Yang has felt their sincerity.
　　 So he seriously ran into three glasses of Berenikaya vodka with Maradona, and didn't commit or skiing.
　　 I had already talked very happily in the afternoon, instead of continuing the topic at the dinner table, the man's bragging started naturally. It’s not appropriate to have a bad joke, a chattering once turbulent, reminiscing about the long and sturdy years of the past, and then smashing the three-legged cats of today’s football, this is something that men love to hear and hear when drinking.
　　 can be on a drink, the old horse is a huge amount, three cups are just gargle, just the key to open the vast sea of ​​wine.
　　 Zhuo Yang persuaded him to be sincere: "Brother Ma, I heard that your stomach and heart are not very refreshing. Let's just relax and drink happily."
　　‘Oh! Maradona put the wine glass on the table heavily and looked at him coldly without a word. In an instant, the ball king's aura was filled, and the table was slightly embarrassed.
　　 Zhuo Yang was also a human spirit anyway, and immediately changed his face.
　　 "Brother, I was wrong. Don't say anything about self-punishment for a cup." "Hey" with a cup. "If you don't accompany my brother well today, I have no face to go back to China."
　　 "Quack, quack~~" The old horse laughed loudly, and the laughter was greasy, like an ancient poem that has been passed down through the ages-oily loquat mixed with noodles.
　　 There are three more cups next. Zhuo Yang can't stand it anymore. He likes to drink because he likes the feeling of being slightly drunk, not the wine bug. Zhuo Yang's drinking volume has always been average.
　　 Lombardo came up immediately, his drink was good. But compared with the old horse, just like the gap between them, Lombardo lost faster than on the court.
　　 After Yang Chen bit the bullet and finished two glasses, the vodka was too rushing to continue.
　　 Actually, the reason why the team leader Yang Chen took the initiative to post today is not because of Maradona, but because of Zhuo Yang.
　　 Zhuo Yang’s emotions over the past two days are a little bit subtle, hardly strange, but as a colleague who works together, Yang Chen feels a little unusual.
　　 It is not that the national football team has never experienced failure. Zhuo Yang's national football team has also experienced ups and downs. South Africa lost in the first game and the Asian Cup final was defeated. Recife 0:8. In fact, these are very shocking, but Zhuo Yang has not been like this.
　　 Yang Chen is a smart man. He had a foreboding that the most terrible things might be breeding.
　　 The senior management of Chinese football, including management like Yang Chen, have been in awe in the past two years, because Zhuo Yang is 33 years old. Time is not forgiving, but the loss of Zhuo Yang's national football team is simply unimaginable.
　　 33 years old is a sensitive football age, saying that the old is not old and the young is not young. Retirement or retirement is just a matter of thought, but Chinese football and national football are not mentally prepared to lose Zhuo Yang.
　　 The World Cup is certainly important, but Yang Chen believes that if all Chinese people are allowed to choose, the World Cup can be as important as Zhuo Yang.
　　 Yang Chen had a premonition, but he did not dare to ask. I can only take the opportunity of Maradona's visit to accompany Zhuo Yang to be happy. As long as the most terrible things don't happen, don't talk about eating a meal, let him bleed with a knife.
　　 It's really bad to drink. This thing depends on hard power. The extremely self-disciplined Yang Chen has maintained a well-proportioned figure after retiring for many years, and he doesn't have much alcohol at all.
　　 Seeing that Maradona is going to sweep the elite of the national football single-handedly, if it weren't for the fact that Dionysus was far away in the United States, Zhuo Yang would call him to rescue. However, with the huge Chinese team Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, the press officer Cheng Hao arrived in time at the critical moment.
　　 Cheng Hao is from Xinjiang, where is the country of wine, men don’t drink, it’s better to have skinny dogs. Cheng Hao was seven-year-old with baijiu, and a journalist was a profession that had to get a lot of money, so Cheng Hao's drink was just one finger---drinking all the time.
　　 Through the seamless connection of toasts, a Chinese wine culture mastered down. Maradona, the king and wine king, immediately confessed that he did not slip under the table. He was considered stubborn.
　　 What Yang Chen can feel, how can Cheng Hao, as an iron buddy, be unaware? It's just that he is more indifferent than Yang Chen and others, and his starting point for the problem is closer to Zhuo Yang's interests.
　　 If Zhuo Yang is determined to retreat, Cheng Hao will support him with determination. He has paid too much for football. If football no longer makes Zhuo Yang happy, and then use responsibility to kidnap him, it would be a crime.
　　 So Cheng Hao would not ask, let alone persuade Zhuo Yang. Zhuo Yang did not retreat, he would continue to be the Queen's Press Officer, Zhuo Yang retired, Cheng Hao also retired, he would accompany Zhuo Yang whatever he wanted to do, spending time and wine around the world, anyway, he was not short of money.
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　　 The old horse is really drunk.
　　The wheel fight and Cheng Hao's bottomless drink make Maradona drunk and happy. After drunk speaking truthfully, the old horse disregarded himself.
　　 "Little brother, guess how did Zhuo Yang and I meet?"
　　 "The Great Barrier Reef...Fuck, that pee... I still have a sorrowful smell in my mouth, quack quack~~" The whole beard fell completely clean.
　　 Zhuo Yang couldn't stop it at all, he hadn't even told Kou Kou about this.
　　 Cheng Hao, Yang Chen, Lombardo, and Oliwa all looked at Zhuo Yang in horror: Eleven years ago, you could be so fierce...
　　 Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to punished himself for three more cups to make the final decision for the things that year. Vodka is really not covered, three cups and three cups, Zhuo Yang also floated.
　　 The wine tastes soundly, and the feast will eventually break up. Maradona swayed away under Oliva, and Kempinski gave him away. Yang Chen said that he would live in a room on the spot for one night before he said ~EbookFREE.me~ The King of Ball did not agree.
　　 He secretly told Zhuo Yang that he would fly straight back to Argentina tomorrow. It will be Oliwa’s birthday two days later. The party has been arranged, and he will propose to Oliwa at the party.
　　 After finishing speaking, the ball king couldn't help but gnaw at the sauce bones with Oliwa in public.
　　 "Brother, congratulations, and wish you success."
"gone!"
　　 Looking at the figure of the football king staggering away, Zhuo Yang sighed softly: "Without him in the football world, there will be a lot of stories and happiness. I wish him a long life."
Yang Chen did not drink too much. The night breeze in St. Petersburg was cool. He intimately handed Zhuo Yang a cup of instant coffee for hangover. He said: "Team Zhuo, whether Pele or Maradona, has become a football story. Left football."
　　 "Captain Zhuo Yang, the football world can lack them, but it cannot lack you."
　　 Zhuo Yang smiled and patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, without answering.
　　 Wine is bold and courageous, and wine is also a matchmaker. Zhuo Yang's footsteps are fluttering, but his eyes toward Kou Kou are unabashedly squinted. How can the princess subdue this softness? She shyly warned her husband: You can start a war, but when the war ends, Sumoto Palace has the final say.
　　 That night, Kou Kou lost again, still half a move.
　　 The fragrance in the bedroom is lavish, and the sunlight through the curtains warms the love in the room. The couple who were finally able to tell the winner were sleeping happily, but were awakened by the rapid ringing of the phone.
　　 Team leader Yang Chen followed the fire to the room: "Team Zhuo, hurry up, something big has happened."