Under the night, Grosso walked into the unspecified store holding a speed of bright red roses in his hand.

Roses are dotted with snowflakes, and they are still filled with a faint fragrance in the cold air.

The beautiful Jessica is seriously lowering her head and counting today's income, preparing to finish her shift and go home.

"Sorry, it's almost closed. Please choose something as soon as possible."

Jessica did not look up.

Grosso's gentle eyes fell on his delicate face and bent down slightly.

"It is said that men who work hard are the most handsome, but I think women who work quietly are the most beautiful."

"Jessica, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Jessica's hands counting money were stunned, and she raised her delicate chin in surprise, and turned to a gentle smile.

Such a familiar and magnetic voice can make her heart beat every time, even from the age of eight to now.

"Fabio,"

"Why are you here?"

In addition to being surprised, her eyes fell on the roses in Grosso's hand.

"What day is today?" Her face suddenly flashed with happiness.

Although the man in front of me is not a superstar on the football field and has no fame or money, his love for her can fill the entire Mediterranean.

Grosso gently kissed his face, then smiled:

"Jessica,"

"I signed a big contract with a big team."

"Wow?"

Hearing this surprise, the bill in Jessica's hand instantly slid into the drawer, "Oh, Fabio!"

"Really?"

"congratulations!"

"This is the best news I've ever heard in my life!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jessica stood up and tiptoed to hold Grosso.

"Fabio,"

"You are amazing, amazing!"

"Finally my dream comes true!"

"I'm so happy for you." From time to time, tears had quietly slipped from Jessica's eyes.

"Well, hurry up and finish the work, let's go have a good meal and celebrate."

Grosso hugged Jessica tightly, and was also very excited.

The turning point has come, and the dawn has finally appeared. He no longer has to let his beloved woman suffer...

After the game this afternoon, Schuster found him and asked him if he would like to play football in Frankfurt.

At that moment, Grosso had almost no hesitation. He believed that this was the first time he had answered so simply since he was so old.

willing!

Of course he knew Frankfurt was in the Bundesliga.

Do you need hesitation from Level D to Level A? You have to go and sell iron, not to mention that it is impossible to sell iron...

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"Jessica,"

"We're going to Germany together."

In the noodle shop, Grosso stared at Jessica affectionately.

"Jessica, this time it's not about taking risks, but about realizing your dream."

"The Bundesliga is just like the Italian League One, which is the highest stage of German football. The team is now ranked well, and I often see their reports in the newspapers at the 9th place in the Bundesliga."

"I also received a signing fee today."

Grosso was a little excited, and while talking nonstop, he reached into his coat with his right hand and took out a check.

"Look, 10,000 marks."

"So much?" Jessica was a little worried just now. Now, when she saw that Grosso was holding a 10,000 mark check in her hand, her attention was instantly diverted.

10,000 marks, it was indeed a huge sum of money in front of Jessica and Grosso. This is like a guy who can only get 300 yuan in an amateur league game. Suddenly someone threw 30,000 yuan in a row. How can he not be shocked?

"I can definitely be the main force there. Don't worry, I won't miss such an opportunity."

"Fabio," Jessica raised her hand and interrupted him.

"Are you worried that I won't go to Germany with you?"

"No, your worries are unnecessary. I will be with you and always with you." Jessica's eyes became gentle again.

"Let's go to Germany! I'll quit my job tomorrow."

"Thanks."

"Thank you, Jessica, my lover."

Suddenly, it was as close as paint.

...

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On January 10, Frankfurt Training Ground.

"I heard that it's not,"

"Fyotoft terminated the contract with the club directly,"

"He won't come to the training ground again."

"That guy is so indifferent. He doesn't say hello to us after leaving. By the way, he still owe us three meals."

In the training ground, the old team members were talking. Shure and Weber were chatting.

"Fyotoft seems to have not found his next home yet. He is too impulsive. In fact, at this age, it is not bad to be a substitute at the club. It is better than playing without a ball."

"Oh, I'm used to playing the main players, and suddenly I have to be a substitute. It's actually very difficult to accept, it's understandable."

"I heard that there is a newcomer today, from Italy."

"Italian? Where to play? Ah, I'm a little nervous." Webber's eyelids twitched.

"I don't know, it is said that I can play many positions. I also heard from the club staff, but I don't have much fame. I used to play football in the Italian Division D league, so you don't have to be nervous. Now you are the left forward." Schul comforted.

"It's all me, I don't know what will happen in the second half of the season."

"Why aren't you nervous? Fjottoft said so before, but he became a substitute in a blink of an eye. Let's train well. Only by performing better than others can we maintain the main position and get more bonuses."

Ralph Webber is also 30 years old this year, so it would be strange if you don’t worry. “You are fine, Zheng needs you, and for a while, Lee should not be able to take away your position. At the age of 28, if you can’t play the main player, you can transfer to another club, but I won’t be sure.”

...

At this time, Grosso and Shuster were coming to the training ground and heading towards the large army.

“Huh,”

"This guy..."

When Zheng Zhi saw Grosso, his eyes almost fell off, and immediately remembered Huang Jianxiang's shocking roar.

"Yaquenta, penalty kick! Penalty! Penalty! Grosso made a contribution, Grosso made a contribution! Don't give the Australian team any chance."

"The great Italian left-back! He inherited the glorious tradition of Italy. Facheti, Cabrini, and Maldini were possessed at this moment! Grosso alone represents the long history and tradition of Italian football. At this moment he is not fighting alone, he is not alone!"

...

Awesome! Schuster! I fucking doubt you are the reborn guy, right? He actually took Grosso over.

Grosso never played for Frankfurt in his previous life. Is this a butterfly effect?

"Zheng?"

"know?"

Shuster glanced at Zheng Zhi.

"know."

"Oh, no, I just met."

At this moment, it was his soul possessed...

"Hey, I'm Zheng Zhi, welcome to the Frankfurt Club."
Chapter completed!