Chapter 220: This is Caesar! [Seventh burst, monthly ticket]

"How is it? Ok?"
Looking into the mirror, I sorted out my sportswear, as if to make it look more tidy.
"Yes, it's so handsome, it's awesome!"
Paul Bayer and Tim Hank are playing chess. Since they learned Chinese chess with Yang Cheng, they have been hooked on this hobby. They play chess whenever they have a chance.
Yang Cheng saw these guys in the mirror, he didn't even look back, and he was bitter, "Hey, Paul, your eyes are behind your head!"
Everyone laughed suddenly, but Paul Bayer turned his head and looked at Yang Cheng. "Well, Kanaris must love you when he sees it!"
Everyone laughed again, but Yang Cheng almost fell down.
The Italian girl is so beautiful, just like the muse from Sicily, but it is a bit ... too enthusiastic and direct. Yang Cheng China likes to be subtle.
"I think, handsome guy, you should dress like Michael Txon, not Nike!" Chris came over and teased.
Yang Cheng laughed and scolded, knowing that this group of guys could not give any good advice.
"I think it doesn't matter how you dress. Anyway, when you enter the court, you must be in a mess!" Mullenstein's attention shifted away from the chess.
"Why?" Yang Cheng turned around and asked strangely.
"Because you can never sit still!" Moniz answered for Mullenstein.
"Bingo!" Mullenstein smiled and gave Moniz a high-five.
Yang Cheng shook his head, "rest assured, rest assured, I must be able to sit in this game, I have to pretend to be calm!"
Seeing his appearance, everyone immediately smiled and shook his head.
Inter Milan has a natural advantage at home, because in this stadium, Inter Milan has not lost this season!
All Inter fans are not convinced. Yang Cheng, who will remain undefeated after returning to the coaches, will lose to Juventus, especially in this crucial game.
It can be said that Yang Cheng never disappoints at a critical moment!
Take out the phone and look at the time, almost.
However, there were a few more messages on the phone, which were sent by Heidi Klum, Sienna Hale and Natalie Portman, etc., encouraging him to take the text message. Yang Cheng smiled. , Delete all text messages.
Delete after reading, this is his good habit!
"Okay, everyone, go!"
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Inter Milan coaches slowly drove out of the hotel. Inter Milan fans cheered and applauded toward the team ’s coaches along the way, especially when the coaches passed them.
Yang Cheng was sitting in the front row of the bus by the window. This is his special seat. When he opened the curtains, he could see the fans outside. They painted their faces in blue and black one by one to show themselves. Love for the team.
"Tonight all the buses going to Meazza Stadium are full, and all vehicles are prohibited from entering that area to prevent traffic jams, so they can only choose to walk!" Bergomi sat in the back row of Yang Cheng and leaned over , Pointing at the fans and laughing.
It has been 10 years. Inter Milan has never been close to the Serie A champions this season, so the excitement and joy of these fans can be understood by Bergomi.
Yang Cheng swept through the fans, each of their faces was so ordinary, but so real!
Perhaps, in real life, they are just the most ordinary and ordinary ones. They live a bland life every day, guarding a hungry job, do nothing, but with football, with Inter Milan, their The spirit will have sustenance and motivation, and their lives will become rich and colorful.
"Huh ?!" Yang Cheng saw a figure among the pedestrians and immediately shouted: "Park, driver!"
The bus stopped slowly, and Yang Cheng came to the open door and smiled at the players: "I will go for a while, you go to the court to wait for me, arrange a warm-up, Paul!"
After he finished, he got off the bus.
Everyone was taken aback by Yang Cheng's move, and then saw him get out of the car and stopped a bicycle coming up from the back, Morati.
"Hey, Massimo!" Yang Cheng greeted with a smile.
Moratti stepped on his bicycle, panting, and leaning back, stopping with one foot on his back, "How did you get down?"
Yang Cheng did not answer, but looked at this somewhat old bicycle and smiled slightly: "Can I try it?"
Before Yang Cheng crossed the bicycle, he had forgotten it for a long time. When he first started on the road, he was even uncomfortable. The front and back of the car turned around. Yang Cheng was very depressed and saw the fans on the road for a while. funny.
"Caesar, let me teach you!"
"Yes, Caesar, you can control the team, you can't control a bicycle!"
Fans beside the road laughed and coaxed.
"Nonsense, who said I can't?" Yang Cheng scolded.
After adapting, although he carried a Moratti in the back seat, he still firmly held the front of the car and stepped on his feet. The bicycle immediately moved forward slowly.
The fans behind them all ran up one after another, chasing bicycles, and more and more.
"Front, turn left!" Moratti sat back and directed.
Yang Cheng immediately turned his head and entered an alley.
Both sides are three or four-storey buildings, the alleys are narrow, and only two cars can be allowed to run in parallel, but the road is very flat.
"This one is called Bigley Street!" Moratti sat in the back seat, looking up at the buildings on both sides of the street. "I was 18 years old that year!"
Yang Cheng knew what year he was talking about and nodded uncontrollably, but the stepping on his bicycle did not slow down.
"My father had a successful business at the time, but he was obsessed with football. Our Inter Milan reached the semi-finals for the first time in the UEFA Champions League. The opponent is Dortmund. The first leg is 2: 2 away!" In muttering, it seemed like an old man was telling Yang Cheng about his past, with a little bit of memory.
"This game is being discussed throughout Italy, and all the newspapers are talking about my father's dream of Inter Milan becoming a European hegemon. They used to think it was a dream, but before that game, they all felt that dream It will come true! "
Moratti smiled slightly, "The entire Milan transportation system is paralyzed. As you can imagine, the attraction of that game was that I was at home. I first went to see the garage at home, where 32 private cars were parked. Car, I told my father, can I arrange a car to take me to the stadium? I want to watch the ball! "
"Guess what my father answered?" Moratti asked with a smile.
Yang Cheng shook his head, he could feel it, Moratti was smiling, but he was blaming himself.
Blame yourself for failing to reproduce the glory of Inter Milan during her father's time!
"He reprimanded me severely and told me that when he was my age, my grandfather didn't even buy him a textbook!" Moratti shook his head and smiled, "meaning that if I want to see Ball, I want to do it myself. "
"Last, I can only pull out my own Larry, which is my bike!" Moratti laughed. "It is now stored in the garage of my house. The one you are riding is the one I bought later." "
He is really a very emotional and special chairman.
He should not be treated like this!
Yang Cheng was very upset about Moratti ’s experience over the years. Although he knew that Morati had an unshirkable responsibility for the situation in Inter Milan today, in the final analysis, outsiders also had a strong influence on him. Inseparable, such as Inter Milan competitors such as Mogi and Galliani.
"We won that game by 2: 0, oh my god, I was crazy at the time, the whole grandstand was full of fireworks, I could n’t believe it. Even now, I still dream of that night. Vice scene, how I hope that, in my lifetime, I can see the kind of exciting scene that night again. "
At the end, Moratti bit his lip tightly and wanted to keep his tears from falling, but he couldn't hold it back.
"Over the years, they have said that I am crazy. Every time when I doubt myself, I will go over the photos of that year, take a look at the video of that game, and then ask myself, I am crazy. ?"
Shaking his head, "No, I'm not crazy, I'm really not crazy! Everything I do is just for my favorite Inter Milan, in order to recreate the glory of my father's old days, and fulfill my childhood dreams, if It ’s crazy, then, well, I ’m crazy, I ’m crazy for Inter Milan!

The last word is unspeakable resolute, unspeakable perseverance.
Moratti is weak on the surface, but in fact, deep in his heart, he is a very persistent person, so even if he has been persisting and fighting for so many years, he has never given up a trace. idea.
"Do you know what love is?" Moratti asked.
Yang Cheng stepped on a bicycle, don't know why, it was not heavy at all, so that he could answer easily.
"Well! Of course!"
After a pause, "I was born in a poor and backward mountain village in China. No one there knew what football was. I was a student in the first key middle school in the village. I did n’t know it until I was 13 years old when I took physical education classes. , It turns out this is football! "
"I fell in love with this sport when I was 15 years old, and fell in love with it crazy!" Yang Cheng also remembered his past life. "In countless hot summer days, my partners and I were naked and topless. Playing in the scorching sun on the sand, it is not a matter of having a foot in the sand. It may fall at any time and break the blood, but we get up again and continue to participate in the game happily! "
"I have been the best player in our school since junior high school, and then to high school and college, but then I was injured and injured my knee, so I had to leave football, and I was drunk that night , I got up the next day and I decided to completely forget football! "
Moratti froze for a moment. "Did you forget?"
"nonsense!"
Father Mo nodded immediately, "Yeah, look at how stupid I am. If you forget, there is Caesar!"
"I forgot at first, I didn't think about it, I didn't touch it, but it was okay for two days a day, a few days later, I would walk involuntarily through the greenery field and watch the group of people kicking on it I was angry, so I scolded them, scolded my former teammates, then I became the acting head coach of our school team, and finally became official. "
Moratti could not help nodding again and again, he could understand Yang Cheng's mood.
"My motherland football is very backward, and there are some ... well, in short, I am very disappointed with him, so I tried every means to go abroad, because I determined that football is the way I want to go in my life, so I came Germany, the next thing ... "
Yang Cheng didn't say it, but Moratti said nothing.
"Are we the same kind of people?" Moratti asked for a moment of silence.
Yang Cheng nodded, "To a certain extent, it is!"
"Then can you promise me one thing?" Moratti became very serious.
"You said!"
"Lead us Inter Milan to recreate the glory and glory of the Inter Milan era!"
Yang Cheng turned his back to Moratti and didn't answer, but the strength of the bicycle under his feet was getting bigger and bigger, and the speed of the bicycle was getting faster and faster. Obviously he was thinking and considering.
Moratti knew that it was really embarrassing to ask Yang Cheng to agree to such things in a hurry.
But that's because of embarrassment, so he knew he was not wrong!
Yang Cheng may have a lot of other shortcomings, but he also has many advantages, one of which is his credit!
As long as he does not do what he promised, he will never give up!
He was never a betrayal!
Out of Bigley Street, past La Scala Theatre, past [Last Supper] ...
Along the way, Yang Cheng did not speak, and Moratti did not speak. He waited quietly.
He knew that no matter whether he agreed or not, Yang Cheng would give him an answer!
Seeing Meazza stadium in sight, watching more and more Milan fans on both sides of the street waving towards them, cheering towards them, Yang Cheng's heart surged with determination.
"Okay, I promise you!"
Moratti smiled, and smiled happily, and laughed very loudly!
He was like a naughty child who jumped directly from the back seat of the bicycle and scared Yang Cheng to stop quickly.
"Caesar will bring us back to the glory of the era of Inter Milan!"
"Caesar promised to lead us to reproduce the Inter Milan dynasty!"
Moratti excitedly pulled the fans to cheer, and the Inter Milan fans around him also immediately coaxed, chanting one after another Caesar! Caesar! ! ] 'S shout, the sensation was very sensational, and in the end it became all Inter Milan fans around the Meazza Stadium.
Yang Cheng smiled gradually, gently put the bicycle, and greeted Moratti, the two hugged tightly.
"As long as you agree, I will be able to entrust everything to you, I believe you can do it, you can do it !!" Moratti patted Yang Cheng's back hard, as if crying, but like Is laughing, but no tears!
Yang Cheng loosened Moratti, and there were already Inter Milan fans all around. They were chanting Caesar's name one by one, because they just signed a contract with Caesar that was more reliable than the contract than the contract. relationship.
"I promise you, everyone, tonight, we will win! We will still win the next game! In the future, we will win every game, every championship, every glory!"
Yang Cheng raised his right hand and shouted!
Inter Milan fans at the scene immediately cheered and shouted with exhaustion.
"I promise, every enthusiasm, every care, every love you give to Inter Milan will definitely be rewarded!"
The fans cheered again!
"I promise that we will make every opponent fear. I will lead Inter Milan to win the championship, the Serie A championship, the European championship, and the world championship!"
"I promise that I will never leave you until I have not fulfilled my promise, leave all the comrades fighting side by side, and leave all of you!"
"This is me, Caesar, sincere and a promise to you!"
The fans were all excited, excited, crying, crying ...
Caesar's shouting shocked the entire Meazza Stadium and everyone around him.
Countless reporters from afar have recorded this scene, and they have recorded Yang Cheng's bold words and vows. They are proud of the presence of such a head coach in football, and are delighted.
He is so vigorous, and he is so energetic, so that every time he goes to a place, he can always take the championship and bring glory there, and can always bring pride and dignity to the fans there!
This is Caesar!
This is conquest!
In a corner where Yang Cheng didn't know, Charlize was hiding in the crowd. She specially dressed up, put on big sunglasses, and covered her face, but she just looked at everything just now.
She finally understood why she would not be interested in other men after meeting Yang Cheng, because Yang Cheng is unique. Although he does not belong to any woman, he belongs to football and belongs to all fans!
No woman can resist the conquest of such a man, and no woman can resist the strength and dominance of such a man. She has no doubt that she has fallen in love with him and has fallen in love with this man forever and ever!
I don't know why, her tears are falling, but she is proud and proud.
She is proud of being in love with such a man, and proud!
Although he may not love her, but love is love, she will not regret it!
As long as she can continue to be like now, as long as she can always be like now, she will be satisfied!
But Yang Cheng did n’t see Charlize, nor did he see the others. He continued to ride the old broken bike, carrying Moratti, and went to Meazza Stadium with fans laughing and talking .
It's as if the upcoming game has not been valued by him, as if the upcoming champion has been held in advance by him!
At this moment, he was extremely confident in his heart, because he knew that behind him was not only himself, but also his assistant, as well as the club, Moratti, and countless Inter Milan fans!
He will definitely win!