The city of fashion, the city of art, the city of literature and art, these are the labels of the city of Milan. As one of the eight largest cities in the world, there is no need to say more about Milan’s prosperity and cultural scenery.

About 40 kilometers northwest of the outskirts of Milan, the clear lake and quiet forest make this place look like a good place for an outing. However, the lake and forest are just part of the artificial construction here.

The loose building complex covering an area of ​​160,000 square meters perfectly integrates nature and modernity. The lake is only its inner lake, and the forest is only its exclusive territory. It is the largest football training base in Europe and the place where all red and black fans A place of pilgrimage to 'Nathan Rowley'.

——Milanello!

The Alps are clearly visible in the distance. The flat and wide two-story central building in the Milanello base stands out under the scorching afternoon sun with its white walls and red tiles. In a large room on the second floor, many single-seater sofas are placed around a circular round table. , at this time, there were eight or nine men sitting around chatting. They were of different ages, some looked nearly fifty years old, and some were only in their early twenties. The only thing they had in common was that they were all talking about Italy. language.

"The boy is already here. He arrived in the morning. But..." the short, stout man with a beard said, while flicking the unlit cigar between his lips. "But he didn't come here first. At the Milan Conservatoire.”

"I also know. He didn't even ask his agent to pick him up. Their Six Musketeers... Ricardo, he went to pick him up." The vicissitudes of the man in his forties took over the conversation. "Ricardo "More, very good. Oh, by the way, Franco, do you think it is possible for the Prime Minister to buy this Montolivo?" He turned to ask the oldest balding middle-aged man present.

"Probably not. We and Juventus...the Prime Minister will not be so uncouth." Franco, the bald man, said. From where he sat and everyone's attitude towards him, it can be seen that he is the most prestigious person here.

"Fuck, 78 million, it's fucking unbelievable when I think about it. I still think the team should strengthen the defense. As for the front, I think it's enough." said the lean and handsome man.

"It's a dick, who doesn't seem to understand your little thoughts, Pippo?" The bearded man curled his cigar while curling his lips. "Even if I give you the main force, do you dare to say that you can last for nine months for a season?" Ten minutes?”

"Can't you fucking spit out that piece of shit? It's like chewing shit in your mouth." The handsome man Pipo retorted. "Ivan, you can just pull it out if you want to, don't let Franco." Just catch you with Paul."

"Please take care of me, I just like to roll it around in my mouth and chew shit. Bulu, Bulu, Bulu..." The handsome man with the beard, Pibo, rolled his eyes at him.

"Pippo, don't think too much. It's a good thing for the team to strengthen its offensive power. Zhuoyang is here not to compete with you for position, but your styles are different." Paul, a tall and thin man with deep eyes, said: "I think this China He is a much nicer person than the Ukrainians. He is very affectionate towards Madiburg. I like people who are affectionate and will definitely take this place seriously. Andrei’s prodigal woman knows money. I don’t think he will be a good person. Prospects for England."

"Defense? What's there to worry about?" The elegant and refined man curled his lips, but his words were not as delicate and subtle as he looked. "I'm here, isn't it enough? No matter the strength or appearance, it's amazing! "After speaking, the elegant and refined man took out a mirror and took a look.

Everyone collectively rolled their eyes at him.

"Rui can't help it. Zhuo Yang is here. He really doesn't have many chances. He can't do it unless he leaves." The golden man who had not spoken much muttered. "In the World Cup, Rui actually played very well, and I didn't feel that

He's much worse than he was in Florence. Sleepy, what do you think?" he asked the sleepy, handsome guy next to him.

"It's reasonable for Rui to leave. It's also reasonable for Zhuoyang to come." Sleeping skin actually doesn't like to sleep, he just has droopy eyelids. "To be honest with you, the team needs to be younger, and younger.

Only then can it be more reasonable. I’m not targeting everyone here, tsk tsk tsk tsk~”

"So what if you're just targeting me?" the bald man said: "I'm already 30 years old, and they say I'm a young general named Brockie. I'm a little fucking fierce general."

"Chichichichichichi~" Sleepy laughed again, shrugging his shoulders.

"The team is a little too old. If we really count the young people, that is, Kaká and Alberto are barely there... Oh, Zhuo Yang is young." Balding Franco said: "Just look at what we are sitting here.

These people, in addition to sleeping with tender skin... it's time to recruit more people. Tell me, baton?" Franco looked at the forty-year-old man.

"How about adding Alberto and Daniel to our round table? It would be more lively if there are more people." said the baton.

"Alberto is not good yet. He has a problem with his sense of responsibility and he doesn't like to communicate with us. Let's look at Daniel... let him kick the ball first and then talk about it." Paul disagreed. He was in this room.

His prestige is as high as Franco's.

"Then wait a little longer, it's better to be short-lived than wasteful!" said the gray-headed old man sitting on the edge. Like Franco, he has been retired for almost ten years and is also one of the founders of this room. "Tell me about Zhuoyang.

, who of you knows him?"

Paul, Sleeping Skin, the bearded cigar man, Handsome Pippo, the vicissitudes of the baton, the elegant and refined man, Jin, and the bald Brockie all shook their heads: "I don't know, I haven't dealt with him before."

They are all people from wealthy families who know the depth and media tricks. Naturally, they will not believe what is in the newspapers, at least not in full.

"Speaking of which, I think I have a relationship with Zhuoyang." Xieding Franco said: "During Zidane's Italian match at the beginning of the year, Zhuoyang and I were teammates, but we didn't have much communication. I heard Qi Zu said

, he is a nice person, very cheerful, and has a simple mind.”

The bearded man was holding a cigar in his mouth and grunting: "That kid is better than you, Franco. His No. 18 jersey has been sealed in Madiburg, and he is only 21 years old. You are still buried in the ground."

Our No. 6 jersey has just been retired. Kuang Kuang Kuang Kuang~" He smiled very strangely.

"Can't you fucking spit that shit out? Or swallow it!" Pipo was annoyed when someone talked with something in their mouth.

"Bulu Bulu Bulu~" said the cute beard. "If you have the ability, just like Franco, you can also retire your jersey number in the future. Bulu Bulu~"

"My fucking number is 9. Have you ever seen anyone whose jersey has the number 9 retired?" Pipo was very annoyed with the cigar man, but he also liked to quarrel with him.

"I have seen it." The elegant and refined man said faintly: "Florence, Batistuta."

Pippo: "..." In fact, the retirement of Fiorentina's No. 9 jersey is just a proposal and has not been approved by Batty, who retired from football last year.

"Eh--, can Florence compare with us? Can Fort Madi compare?" Jin Man dismissed it: "In a small place like theirs, it doesn't matter if they retire all numbers up to 100, it's very casual. Paul, you

No. 3 will definitely retire in the future, there is no doubt about it.”

A group of people chatted casually while discussing serious matters, and unknowingly more than two hours had passed. When it was time to disperse, with a shout, everyone stood up and walked out of the door of the Round Table Club conference room one by one.

Franco Baresi, a balding man, Paolo Maldini with deep eyes, Alessandro Costacuta, a vicissitudes of life baton, Mauro Tassotti with gray hair, Ivan Gattuso with cigar beard, sleepy eyes

Sleeping Andrea Pirlo, handsome Filippo Inzaghi, elegant and refined Alessandro Nesta, golden man Massimo Ambrosini, bald Christian Bro
Chapter completed!