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Milanello is a place of pilgrimage for Rossoneri fans and a tourist attraction on the outskirts of Milan, where many travel agencies consider it an itinerary. Especially for those tour groups from China, 'watching Zhuo Yang train' is a very good gimmick, and fans whether they are fans or not, are very interested in such travel arrangements.

Of course, if you come and meet the team on a rest day or Zhuo Yang is not in Milanello, you can't complain, no one can order AC Milan Club, Zhuo Yang is not a monkey in the zoo, it is not his job to wait to be watched by others.

Milanello charges an entrance fee for these travel agencies, and the price is relatively reasonable. In fact, the club doesn't look at this little money, and collects some fees in order to have a threshold and control the size and number of tour groups, otherwise all cats and dogs will flock to it, and those fans who really come to the pilgrimage will not be able to come in.

Milanello is absolutely free of charge for fans and those who travel alone, and it goes without saying that fans from the city of Milan also have a red and black heart, because Milanello is more than 40 kilometers from the city center, and it is difficult for people who don't really like AC Milan to get around.

During the prescribed opening hours, everyone can watch the training of the players in the designated area, and the players will also come over to sign autographs and take photos after the training, which is the work of the players stipulated by each professional club, and it is as important as the training game.

If it's a team day off, visitors can even wander around the open area of Milanello and have a picnic. Because many of the AC Milan players live in Milanello themselves, it's not uncommon to see an idol taking a very amiable photo with the fans in front of the barbecue.

Of course, Milanello is not open every day, after all, it is the most professional football training base in the world, and it is not a fan park built for fans. The opening dates and time slots of the opening are announced at the San Siro long in advance each month, as well as in the newspaper Sport Milano, in order not to make the trip empty.

Today was Milanello's Open Day, with around 800 fans and visitors watching the players train from afar outside the rope ring.

Under normal circumstances, Milanello will control the number of people coming in on the day at 300, 500 and 800 according to the needs of the team or tactical training reasons, and increase it as appropriate when a tour group comes, but it will not exceed 1,000 at most. Fans who come from afar are not limited in number, and the farther away they are, the more preferential treatment they get. If you are a dusty Chinese, show the staff your ticket from Shanghai to Milan, and they will kindly allow you to go in and walk around, even if it is not an open day. Of course, Brazilians can also get tickets to São Paulo. Italians are very accommodating, which is much cuter than Germans.

After the group training, Zhuo Yang and his teammates walked through the fan gathering area together, signing autographs and taking group photos, and the Mandarin shouts of various accents were heard one after another: Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang......

More and more Chinese or Chinese people have come here this year, accounting for a third of the total number of people, and there is a trend of continuous increase.

All of this is naturally because of Zhuo Yang, and Zhuo Yang also tries his best to meet the requests of these compatriots. However, it is obviously unrealistic for everyone to take care of it, the workload is too large, and the time will drag on too long, Zhuo Yang is also like his teammates, slowly walking past the edge of the rope circle, and whoever he meets is whoever he meets.

In this case, those who can squeeze into the front row will naturally have more opportunities. However, when it comes to how to squeeze forward, the Chinese who have experienced the influence of the Spring Festival are invincible in the world, so the positions in the front row are basically occupied by the Chinese, and as for those Eastern faces who are squeezed into the last row, there is no need to ask, they are Chinese living in Europe.

Zhuo Yang signed autographs with a smile on his face, and when his phone or camera reached out, he would smile a little brighter and turn his head. If it was a beautiful Chinese girl in the group photo, he would also take the initiative to put his arms around his shoulders and put his head together, and the girl's boyfriend would smile happier than Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang's eyes were relatively sharp, and as soon as he let go of a Hunan girl from Hunan, he saw a person with an anxious Chinese face at the back of the crowd, waving at him vigorously, and jumping upside down.

Zhuo Yang was a little strange, this person was dressed more formally, in a suit and leather shoes, and he didn't feel like a fan or a tourist at all, and he was still a middle-aged man.

Among the people who come to visit Milanello, there are not many middle-aged people, sometimes there are some in the tour group, and there are basically no fans in the group. Most of the middle-aged people in those tour groups are in a state of mind, and they don't seem as anxious and urgent as this person.

Seeing such an unsociable person, Zhuo Yang, who has strong observation skills, couldn't help but pay attention to it, and saw him waving desperately at him, so he also waved at him in the air, which was regarded as interaction.

But the middle-aged man was still not satisfied, but was even more anxious, waving his hand on tiptoe, and calling Zhuo Yang's name in his throat.

The man is in his forties and almost fifty years old, wears gold wire glasses, and wears a hand-pinched suit with very exquisite workmanship. If he hadn't been in a hurry at this moment, he would have exuded the air of a standard intellectual or engineer.

One call after another, Zhuo Yang was moved by compassion, this person is a little similar to his father Zhuo Tongtong in some aspects, whether it is age or overall temperament, or some details of refinement, they are a little consistent with his father.

"Excuse me, everyone, to make way for this gentleman, and let this gentleman come to the front, okay? Thank you. ”

After greeting him several times in different languages, these people in front of him reluctantly turned sideways to make a gap, allowing the middle-aged man to squeeze in front of Zhuo Yang.

The man was obviously a fairly cultured gentleman, and he kept saying three grams of oil and Sao Rui to the people next to him as he came over, and he didn't mind that it was these people who instantly squeezed him into a daze.

"Hello sir. Need me to sign it for you? Zhuo Yang had a good impression of such a middle-aged man, so he greeted him very politely in English.

The answer to him was Mandarin with a Shanghainese accent: "Zhuo Yang, it's me!" Don't you know me? The visitor stared at him expectantly.

Zhuo Yang scratched his head quite a bit, his brain was running rapidly, but suddenly he couldn't remember who he was, and he couldn't remember where he had seen him. "Excuse me...... Who are you? ”

"I'm your Uncle Sun! Don't you remember me? ”

Uncle Sun? Which Uncle Sun? Zhuo Yang took all the elders surnamed Sun or Xun in his memory and spun around again, but no one was the one in front of him.

"Sun ...... Uncle...... Forgive me, sir, for this memory, you ......."

"Zhuo Yang, I'm Yumei's father. I'm your Uncle Sun. ”

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