Chapter 170: Thunderstorm
The news of Ai Huan's departure immediately spread, and soon almost all fans knew, they were really angry, in their opinion, the only person who could save Milan left, this game was no longer interesting, so they directly turned to the stands and the whole stadium was booed, all the Milan players on the field will be booed no matter who touches the ball, this scene also made Bayern stop attacking, and the rest of the game became garbage time. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
After the game, the Milan players did not dare to stop in the stadium, countless fans threw debris into the stadium, and some even threw fireworks directly into the stadium, and suddenly the stadium was full of smoke, as if a war had been waged here, and finally the gendarmerie was also dispatched, and at least 50 rioting fans were arrested that night.
The next day, the commotion was not over, and a large crowd of excited fans surrounded the club and demanded that Galliani come out for a conversation, but what they didn't know was that Galliani didn't come to the club that day, and even Leonardo didn't show up.
"What's going on? It's just a loss, how can it make such a big deal?" Galliani shouted angrily, they didn't dare to appear in the Milan club normally now, so they had to run to a villa on the outskirts of Milan, "Leo, tell me, why did Ai Fan leave before the game was over? What did he mean by telling the media that our club had lost his respect? Do you want to have a good fight with us?" asked Galliani through gritted teeth.
Leonardo shook his head slightly, "I don't know why he left, I don't even know where he went, now do you know how many reporters are guarding outside his house? But it's clear that he hasn't been home at all since yesterday, and he hasn't answered our phone calls, and we've lost contact with him." β
"What is he? Why can't he accept to appear on the field as a substitute?" Galliani was even more angry when he heard this, "How many big players Milan has experienced, but there has never been a more unusual one than him, what does this person mean? What the hell is he thinking?"
"The scariest thing is that we don't know what he's thinking. Braida said in a deep voice, "This young man is a madman to do it. β
"I can understand him!" Leonardo suddenly sneered, "Although he never says it, but in fact he has always thought very highly of himself, and his ability is indeed enough to change the course of the game, and now he is doing it to vent his dissatisfaction, he thinks that with his ability he can lead Milan further, but now no one has given him this opportunity, he will do this kind of thing." β
"Do you think he's doing the right thing?" Braida stood up, her face serious.
Leonardo sneered, did not answer the question, but suddenly took out an envelope from his jacket pocket and threw it on the table, "This is my resignation letter, I will not be the manager of Milan next season, you have to start thinking again." By the way, I will also be resigning from all my positions in Milan at the same time, and after this season I will have nothing to do with this club. β
"What are you doing here?" Galliani looked very irritated, "At this time, do you want to stab Milan too?"
Leonardo snorted, turned around and walked outside, saying as he went, "If you want, you can fire me now, don't worry, I won't sue you!"
"Leo, you have to know that everything you have now is given to you by Milan, we can give you all this, we can take all this, don't you want to stay in football in the future?"
At this time, Leonardo had already walked to the door, and when he heard this, he turned around sharply and looked at Galliani coldly, "Please don't let me lose all respect for this club too!" After speaking, he slammed the door directly.
"Leo, bastard!" Galliani clenched his fists in anger.
Mario Konini, who had been sitting in the corner, suddenly spoke, because he had been hiding in the shadows, he gave people a gloomy feeling at this time: "Leo's affairs are not important for the time being, the important thing is Ai Huan, if we can't restrain this person, then who will respect our name in Milan in the future? Every young man dares to rebel, so what else can we do? I propose not to sell him, we will leave him in Milan's youth team and drag him to death! See if he dares to argue with us!"
Before Galliani could say anything, Braida had already sneered: "Mario, you are not small, you can't be so naΓ―ve, right? He is not afraid of this kind of method at all, so he is capable of working against us, don't you understand this? He is now the top scorer and the best assist in Serie A, don't you think that 14 million liquidated damages can stop such a player from leaving? This is also ridiculous." β
Mario jumped up from his chair suddenly, "Why is his penalty so small? β
As soon as this sentence was said, even Galliani couldn't help but smile bitterly: "He only has a salary of 500,000 yuan, and it is already very good to be able to set this liquidated damages, and we didn't know that he would also act, so we didn't even sign the portrait rights with the club, and it is already very good to be able to set this price." β
"The price hardly stops anyone. What's more, if he suddenly announces his retirement now, and then runs to Hollywood to make movies for three years, and then pays, we may not even get a penny, and he can still live, I believe he can live better, and even he can use his reputation to call on all fans to boycott us, will your methods really work then?" Braida looked at Mario with a contemptuous expression, as if he was looking at a loser.
Mario couldn't help but be furious, "This can't do that, that's not okay, can we just watch him do whatever he wants?" I really can't believe there can be such a player, there can be such a madman!"
Galliani was just about to speak, when suddenly the phone on the desk rang, he picked up the phone and first hummed a few times, and then suddenly raised his voice: "What did you say? He has already moved? Did he show up? What's going on? Okay, you go tell him, I want to see him!"
"What's going on?
"No, his agent has already poured out the house, and Ai Huan still hasn't appeared. (To be continued.) )