"And luck?" Wang Dalong didn't understand what he meant.

"Mr. Pierrot happens to be in the shop, and I can help you ask him for an autograph, wouldn't that make more sense than his number 10 shirt?"

"Seriously?" Wang Dalong almost dropped his jaw and began to look around. It was amazing to meet Pierrot here.

Just like the impression of Crespo, the impression of Pierrot is just a concept in my mind. Both are superstars of the same era, but haven't seen them play much.

Alessandro? Bender? Piero was born on November 9, 1974 in Conegliano, Italy. One of the greatest superstars of world football, the eternal Prince of the Bianconeri, Juventus' all-time top scorer.

He has scored more than 300 goals in his career, is one of the few 300+ goalscorers in the Apennines, and has an excellent sense of smell in front of goal; In addition, he has a "Piero Zone" that is intimidating to his opponents.

His shooting skills are superb, and his "Turin Rainbow" stunt and other killer moves have helped him cross the Europa continent for more than ten years. As a shadow striker on the pitch, he often scores unexpected goals. He has also played as a winger at times, scoring 285 goals for the Bianconeri in his career, reflecting his attacking prowess.

He became famous as a teenager and has always been considered Robert? Baggio's successor, the bumpy career of the national team, the style of play and the tenacity of the character are also most like Baggio. In particular, Piero showed an extraordinary dedication and good form in the latter stages of his career, winning unanimous praise from the football world.

Unless you charge with your body or foul him, it's hard to get the ball from his feet. His excellent ball skills, combined with his mastery of the ball and his brilliant imagination, allowed Piero to evade defences in very unusual ways. Dribbling through a man is as elegant as ballet.

Such a character is actually far more famous than Crespo.

If you can have your own area like him in the future, how powerful it is! The left side of the penalty area is his area, so, the middle of the penalty area, can it be Wang Dalong's area? Wang Dalong thought of this!

A real star, there are always one or two special things for fans to remember, and he also thinks, but, not yet.

Is he really here?

Wang Dalong looked around, but he didn't find Pierrot, if he was there, then he should be surrounded by fans in an instant.

"Wait a minute." The waiter smiled, pulled out a black and white striped shirt with no jersey number printed on it from the counter, and walked to the office inside.

It's no wonder that Wang Dalong can't see it, and Pierrot is not a fashion model, so he can't stand here and wait for the fans to watch.

To Wang Dalong's surprise, Pierrot really appeared!

Pierrot, dressed in a black Giorgio Armani suit, walked out of the office, still in style, with a charming smile that could melt the hearts of every fan.

Of course, excluding Wang Dalong, he is not a female fan.

Maybe it's been a long time since fans have been thinking about him, anyway, he walked in front of Wang Dalong very enthusiastically, signed his name on the jersey, and then handed it to Wang Dalong and said thank you to Wang Dalong.

Thanks for what?

Xie he still remembers Del? Pierrot?

Maybe so.

After many stars retire, if they hadn't seen it on the news, fans might have forgotten about them.

After Pierrot left Juventus, he went to play in the Indian Premier League for three years, but those three years, how boring were those three years?

Wang Dalong also replied with thanks.

"Do you want a group photo?"

Forehead! You can also take a group photo!

Wang Dalong was a little embarrassed, he was not a fan of Pierrot, but Pierrot was too enthusiastic.

"Of course, if you want to."

Then, Wang Dalong handed over the mobile phone to the waiter and asked her to help take a group photo......

"How many do you think Juventus can win tomorrow?" Pierrot even spoke to him about tomorrow's game.

"Uh...... Can you win a few? Wang Dalong, "What if I lose?" ”

But when you think about it, it doesn't seem right to answer like this?

"The main thing is that you're not on the field."

"Haha! Dybala they can do it too, they do it better than we used to, you have to believe in them. ”

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"You're in luck." After Pierrot left, the waitress still showed her professional smile.

"You're lucky, but thank you." Wang Dalong also smiled, very satisfied with this encounter. It was good luck to meet Pierrot, but as a rising star in Italy, wasn't it also good luck for the waiter? Maybe tomorrow after this game, the waiter will know him on the big screen.

It seems that last time in Rome, Wang Dalong did not make the Italians remember him, this time in Turin, he has to do better.

"Uh-huh, because I sold another jersey."

"......" Wang Dalong rolled his eyes.

"Do you sell shirts from other clubs? If I can, I'll help you get a signed Parma 9 shirt tomorrow. ”

"What?"

"How is it possible to sell Parma's jerseys, you are too humorous."

"Perhaps, you can switch careers to a boutique in Parma, and maybe your commission will be higher."

Wang Dalong carried the bag and walked out of the Juventus store.

"What a funny guy...... the waiter stared at Wang Dalong's back and muttered, it's really the first time I've met such a fan, and he actually sells Parma's jersey to himself? Still going to a Parma boutique? God, what are you kidding, selling there for a month, is it enough to sell a day's sales here?

However, there seems to be a Chinese in Parma?

Hey, is he......

This extra step of thinking made her seem to have discovered something......

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"Give the ball to that guy!"

"Give the ball to that guy!"

"Give the ball to that guy!"

Davelsa patted the shoulders of the guys one by one, and each last movement of his fingers was directed at Wang Dalong. His tactics are very clear, and all the offensive endpoints are in Wang Dalong.

On the tactical board, all the offensive arrows are also pointing to the nine.

He!

He!

He!

No matter what these guys do, the last step is to give the ball to Wang Dalong and let Wang Dalong complete the shot.

Tactics are as simple as that.

"Hmm!"

"Hmm!"

"Hmm!"

Everyone nodded.

"Good!"

"Fuck the old woman!"

"Go ahead, donkeys, squander your hormones, and don't waste them on your bedside anymore! Shoot them hard! ”

"Rub Dybala against the turf!"

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