Chapter 290: Massimo
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During training on the 27th, Ronaldo said to Ricardo when passing and receiving the ball: "Push off all arrangements tonight, I'll take you to dinner." β
"But I've made an appointment with Kaka," said Ricardo, "who wants to invite us to dinner?" β
Ronaldo blinked: "Don't worry, it's a good thing." Kaka's side, push it off, he's a good guy and won't have an opinion. β
Ricardo pondered for a long time, but he couldn't guess who he was going to see tonight.
After training, he called Kaka to apologize and drove away from the training base after Ronaldo.
Ronaldo's car turned around and drove into a famous high-end residential area, where the price of a house is basically more than 700,000 euros, which belongs to the wealthy area of Milan.
Several of his team-mates live here, such as Koko, who has never played this season, and Vieri.
At one point, Ricardo thought Ronaldo was taking him to Vieri's house for dinner, but he didn't slow down as he drove past Vieri's mansion.
Eventually, Ronaldo's car stopped in front of a beautiful mansion.
There is a well-groomed lawn in front of the house, and on the side of the lawn there is a small fenced garden, where you can see all kinds of flowers competing for flowers.
"This is ......" After getting out of the car and walking to Ronaldo's side, Ricardo hesitated, "This is President Moratti's home, right?" β
"That's right, it's Massimo's home. He wants to meet you tonight. Of course, Mr. Fachetti was there, and the two of them were good friends. β
"You've been here a lot."
"Yes," Ronaldo laughed, "Massimo treats me like a son, and I often come here to eat." Before I leave, I always have to pay a visit and make things clear. β
"Then what are you bringing me for?" Ricardo asked.
"After I'm gone, you and Ade will be the standard-bearers of Inter Milan, of course I have to take you to the door. It's important to have a good relationship with Massimo, and if you have a conflict with Robert, at least make sure Massimo is on your side. Ronaldo raised his hand to ring the doorbell.
"I haven't decided whether I want to stay or not. I want to go with you, Dadador. β
"You've finally adapted to Serie A, and at this time, you have to adapt again. At your age, you should play more games to increase the ball and live up to your talent," Ronaldo said in a rare and serious manner, "You can have your main position at Inter Milan, believe me, it's best for you to stay here now." If you really want to transfer, let's talk about it in a year or two. β
As he spoke, the door slowly parted to both sides, and Ronaldo led Ricardo inside, along a gravel path in the middle of the lawn until he came to the house. Moratti was already standing on the steps waiting. γ
"Welcome, Ronnie! Ricardo! Seeing awesome guys like you, I feel ten years younger. "Massimo. Moratti said with a smile.
He wears a pair of large glasses, is tall and thin, has thick eyebrows, a large nose, and gray hair.
Born in 1945, he has just turned 60 years old, but he already looks old, looking much older than Facchetti, who is actually three years younger. It can be seen that the years of being the president of Inter Milan have really exhausted him.
However, this year's two championships, and maybe three, will be the best birthday present for him, and may make him feel a lot younger.
"Massimo, thank you for inviting us to dinner." Ronaldo stepped forward and hugged Moratti.
When they parted, Ricardo also stepped forward and hugged Moratti, "Thank you, Massimo." β
"Little one, come, let me take a good look at you," after the hug, Moratti grabbed Ricardo's arm, pushed him a little farther away, and looked at him carefully, "It's really strong, you look thin like your brother, but you actually have good explosiveness." Looks ...... Much more handsome than your brother. β
Ronaldo smiled beside him.
"You're going to be an amazing star. No, I'm wrong, you're a fantastic star now, and with two goals in the Champions League final, you've surpassed most of the strikers in the world. β
"Work hard, Inter Milan has started a revival under the leadership of your brother, and it is up to you whether or not this revival can continue."
Ricardo hadn't actually decided whether to stay or not. Especially considering that the phonegate incident will break out next year, he really has nothing to be nostalgic for Serie A. Following in Ronaldo's footsteps seems to be a better option.
But in the face of this kind old man, he couldn't leave.
"Thank you, Massimo, for signing me so that I can share in this glory."
"No," Moratti said seriously, "this glory also has your hard work, thank you for your willingness to come to Inter Milan and help the team stand on top of Europe." β
"Let's go in and talk." Moratti ushered them into the living room.
In the living room, an elegant middle-aged and elderly woman was talking to Fachetti cordially, and a middle-aged man with a smile was listening.
Facchetti still looked so serious, even with a smile that was majestic. Thinking that he would die of illness next year, although Ricardo had no feelings for him, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.
"Ronnie! Ricardo! Fachetti greeted with a smile, the lines of his face softening.
"Hello Giacinto, hello Millie, you still look so pretty," Ronaldo sat down with a smile.
Moratti's wife, Millie, smiled from ear to ear, "You kid, your mouth is still so sweet." β
"This is your brother, right?" She looked at Ricardo, "What a handsome child, do you have a girlfriend?" β
"Yes, I already have a girlfriend." Ricardo was embarrassed.
"Don't be shy, sit down, let me have a good look," Millie got up and took Riccardo's hand and took him to a seat, "I've watched your game, you're amazing, it's a pity that my daughters are a lot older than you, otherwise I really want you to be my son-in-law." β
Ricardo smiled awkwardly.
Moratti has two sons and three daughters, all of whom are now independent, and the youngest daughter, Maria, is also in her 20s and studying in the UK.
The middle-aged man smiled and stretched out his hand to Ricardo: "Hello Ricardo, I'm Angelo. Mario. β
Ricardo had already recognized him, he was the eldest son of Moratti and the second in the family.
He shook Mario's hand: "Nice to meet you." β
"Millie, let's get ready for dinner." Moratti said.
"Okay," Millie smiled gracefully, "there are no servants or cooks at home, and I, the old woman, cook for myself, so don't be too unpleasant." β
"Why," said Ricardo quickly, "it's an honor to be able to eat the food you have made yourself." β
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