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Fashion capital, art capital, literary capital, this is the label of Milan city. As one of the eight major cities in the world, Milan's bustling and cultural landscape is no longer necessary.
About 40 kilometers northwest of the outskirts of Milan, the clear lake and secluded forest make it look like a good place for outings, but the lake and the forest are only part of an artificial building here.
The 160,000-square-meter loose building complex perfectly combines nature and modernity. The lake is only its inner lake, and the forest is only its exclusive territory. This is the largest football training base in Europe and a pilgrimage site for all the red and black fans ‘Nathan Rory’.
Milanello!
In the distance, the Alps are clearly visible. The flat and large two-story central building at the Milanello base stands out in the afternoon with the white walls and red tiles under the scorching sun. In a large house on the second floor, there are many single-seat sofas around the circular round table. At this time, there are eight or nine men sitting and chatting here. They are of different ages, and some seem to be almost fifty years old, while others are only in their early twenties. The only thing in common is that they speak Italian.
"The boy has arrived, arrived in the morning. But..." said the short man with thick beard and beard, as he drove the unlit cigar ball between his lips. "But he didn't come here first and went to the Milan Conservatory."
"I also know that he didn't even let his agent pick him up. What six swordsmen did they... Ricardo, he picked it up." The vicissitudes man in his forties took the words. "Ricardo, very good. Hey, by the way, Franco, do you think the Prime Minister could buy this Montolivo?" He turned and asked the oldest Xie Ding middle-aged man present.
"It shouldn't be, we and Juventus...the prime minister won't be so indifferent." Xie Dingnan Franco said. From the position where he sits and the attitude of everyone, he can see that he is the most prestigious person here.
"Fuck, 78 million, it's incredible to think about it. I still think the team should strengthen the back line. As for the front, I think it's enough." The thin and handsome man said.
"Cola chicken ba pour it, you Pibo think carefully who doesn't seem to understand?" Luo beard while cigar while whispering. "Even if you are the main force, do you dare to say that you can stick to the ninety minutes of a season?"
"You can't spit that broken thing out? It's like chewing shit." The handsome man Pipo retorted. "Ivan, if you want to go out and hide, don't let Franco and Paul catch you."
"You care for Lao Tzu, and I like to go round and round in my mouth and like to chew shit. Bru Bru Bru..." The beard is very naughty, and the handsome man Pi Bo glances at him.
"Pippa, don't think about it too much. It's a good thing for the team to increase its offensive force. Zhuo Yang is not here to grab a position with you. Your style is different." Paul is a thin and tall man with a deep vision. He said: "I think this China People are much better than Ukrainians. He has a lot of feelings for Madyburg. I like people who have strong feelings. They will take this seriously. Andrea’s prodigal lady knows the money, I don’t like him. The outlook for England."
"Back line? Anything to worry about?" The elegant and refined man pouted, but what he said was not as subtle and subtle as his appearance. "I'm here, isn't it enough? No matter the strength or the face value, absolutely!" After that, the elegant and refined man took out the mirror and took a picture.
Everyone rolled his eyes collectively.
"Lu Yi is no way, Zhuo Yang is coming, he really has few opportunities, he can't walk," said the blond man who hadn't said much. "In the World Cup, Rui actually played well, and didn't think he was much worse than Florence. What do you think of sleepy skin?" He asked the sleepy handsome guy next to him who was sleepy.
"It's reasonable for Rui to leave. It's reasonable for Zhuo Yang to come." Sleeping skin doesn't actually like to sleep, he just has a pair of drooping eyelids. "Do not hide everyone, the team needs to be younger and younger to be more reasonable. I am not targeting everyone here, 嗤嗤嗤嗤嗤~"
"What are you aiming at?" The bald man said: "I'm 30 years old, and I said outside that I'm a teenager Brocky, and I'm a little bit fucking."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Sleeping Paper laughed again, his shoulders shrugging.
"The team is a bit older, and it really counts as a young man, that is, Kaka, Alberto is reluctant, ... Oh, Zhuo Yang is young." Xie Ding Franco said: "Just look at us sitting These people, besides sleeping a little bit softer, should also be supplemented. You talk about it, baton?" Franco looked at the forty vicissitudes.
"Otherwise, Alberto and Daniel will be added to our round table, there will be more lively people," said the baton.
"Alberto is not good, he has a problem with his sense of responsibility, and he doesn't like to communicate with us. Let's take a look. Daniel..., he kicked the ball and said it again." Paul disagreed, he was in this house The prestige is as high as Franco.
"Wait and wait, rather than lacking indiscriminate!" The old man with gray hair sitting on the side spoke. He, like Franco, has been retiring for almost ten years. He is also one of the promoters of this room. "Tell Zhuo Yang, who of you knows him?"
Paul, sleeping skin, bearded cigar man, handsome Pippo, vicissitudes of truncheons, elegant and refined men, blonde hair, and bald Brooke shook their heads together: "I don't understand, I have never dealt with."
They are all people in the rich who know the depth and media tricks. Since they will not believe what is in the newspaper, at least they will not believe it.
"Speaking of it, I have a relationship with Zhuo Yang." Xie Ding Franco said: "At the beginning of the Zidane Tournament at the beginning of the year, Zhuo Yang and I were teammates, but there was not much communication. Listen to Qi Zu said , The person is not bad, very cheerful, the mind is relatively simple."
Bearded beard holding a cigar~EbookFREE.me~ whine in his mouth: "That kid is more powerful than you, Franco. His 18th jersey Maddie is sealed, only his mother is 21 years old. You We are all retired, and our No. 6 jersey was retired. 哐哐哐哐哐哐~" He smiled very strangely.
"You can't vomit that shit? Or swallow it!" Pipo was annoying that someone was talking with something in his mouth.
"Bru Bru Bru Bru Bru ~" lovely bearded beard. "You have the ability to be the same as Franco, and will also retire the jersey number in the future. Brulu~"
"My No. 9, who have you seen the No. 9 jersey be retired?" Pipo was annoyed by the cigar man, but he liked to fight with him.
"I've seen it before." The elegant and refined man whispered: "Florence, Batistuta."
Pippo: "..." Actually, the retirement of the Florence No. 9 jersey is only a proposal, and has not been approved by Batty who withdrew from football last year.
"Eh--, can Florence compare with us? Can Fort Maddie compare?" The blond man dismissed: "They're such a small place, retired within 100, it doesn't matter, very casual thing. Paul, you No. 3 must also retire in the future, no doubt."
A group of people talked about the business while talking about things, and more than two hours had passed unconsciously. When it was time to spread out, there was a whisper, and everyone got up and walked out of the room door of the Round Table Club.
Xie Ding Franco Baresi, deep-eyed Paul Maldini, vicissitudes truncheon Alessandro Costakuta, gray-haired Mauro Tassotti, bearded cigar Ivan Gattuso, sleeping eyes Misty Sleeping Skin Andrea Pirlo, handsome Pippofilip Inzaghi, elegant and refined Alessandro Nesta, blonde man Massimo Ambrosini, bald Christian Brow base.
