On an uneventful morning, in an inconspicuous neighborhood in Milan, Italy, at 8 o'clock in the morning, in Italy with late working hours, the streets of Milan at this time can only be described as looking for and deserted. In a small rented house, the table www.biquge.info Italian books are piled up as high as a hill, and the walls are covered with scraps of paper with football fields and various odd symbols. A young man in his twenties with a purebred Chinese face (P.S: Italy in the mid-90s had strong discrimination and rejection of Chinese) had just woken up in the house, his name was Chen Fei.

Chen Fei, who had just woken up, was startled by the scene in front of him. He searched the house up and down the carpet, and found things buried in his memory: the poster of his idol Paul Rossi, which was given to him by his good buddy Gabriel of the Lombard Sports Academy; A European football A-level coaching certificate, which is the best award he has received from studying hard in Italy; A yellowed family photo, which he took at home before he came to Italy to study, as a psychological comfort when he was homesick。。。。。。 At this time, he actually smelled the smell of "communism" burned in the kitchen - potato roast beef! The toilet is still in that inconspicuous corner, and the familiar smell of bread from the bakery opposite wafts from the window. Everything was like a flood that opened the floodgates, surging out of his brain... Here, it is the rental house in Milan, Italy, where Chen Fei lived! Chen Fei slapped himself hard, and his hot face let him know that he was indeed not dreaming. After confirming these familiar and unfamiliar things again, thousands of questions converged into one: Why am I here?

It was an ordinary weekend, my wife was silently cleaning at home, and he was at home, teasing his newborn grandson, enjoying the joy of family. His wife gently walked to the shelf in the corner, gently picked up the European football A-level coaching certificate he put on the shelf, and Chen Fei, who saw this scene, snatched it from his wife who was cleaning at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and watched it carefully. His wife saw his thoughts and said softly: "What's the matter, the coach's dream is burning again?" Chen Fei nodded lightly, but at this time, something unexpected happened:

A white light instantly shot out from the coaching certificate and quickly enveloped Chen Fei. Then, Chen Fei only felt that the whole person flew up completely uncontrollably, and flew in the direction of the certificate。。。。。。

Thinking of this, Chen Fei finally understood: I see, such a bloody thing actually happened to me, I crossed over!

In fact, when it comes to Chen Fei before the crossing, the origin is not small. Born in 1966, he was said to be behind a certain general because of his family background at that time. There is a 14-inch color TV at home, so Chen Fei successfully watched the World Cup at a very young age. The 1982 World Cup was the most memorable for him. At that time, the World Cup broadcast had just been introduced in China, and Paul Rossi, who dominated the audience, successfully captured the heart of the teenager Chen Fei. Since then, Rossi has become Chen Fei's idol, and his heart has been dyed with a deep blue from the moment Rossi led the team to win the cup at the Bernabeu. Since then, Chen Fei has fallen in love with watching football, and after becoming obsessed with football, Chen Fei's studies have fallen behind day by day, so that he has failed the college entrance examination for three consecutive years. But Chen Fei did not give up, the stubborn Chen Fei actually persuaded his parents to send him to Italy and entered the famous Lombard Sports Institute for further study. There, Chen Fei broke through the barriers of language and culture with his enthusiasm, not only graduated successfully, but also obtained the European A-level coaching certificate, becoming one of the few foreign coaching certificate holders in Italy at that time.

However, the good times did not last long, just when Chen Fei wanted to make his own contribution to Italian football, fate played a big joke on him. Chen Fei found a number of clubs to find jobs: from the older Albino Lefe and Pescara, to the smaller Cremona, Pisa and Salernitana。。。。。。。 None of the clubs wanted him, and the reason was surprisingly the same: you are Chinese, we don't believe in your ability, we don't think Chinese have the ability to do this job well on Italian soil. As for the bigger Roma, Lazio, Juventus, and Milan duos, it is naturally more wishful thinking. Therefore, Chen Fei didn't even bother to send his resume to this kind of place. In this way, Chen Fei, who was helpless, returned to China, and with his excellent backstage and professional football theory, he got a position as a lecturer at the Shanghai Institute of Sport, and he has been working for 20 years. During this period, the school leaders also approached Chen Fei many times and wanted him to concurrently serve as the head coach of the college's men's football team, but Chen Fei refused many invitations. It's not that Chen Fei has no desire to be a coach, but that he already knows the domestic football situation well and really doesn't want to wade into troubled waters. Of course, Chen Fei also completed the compulsory course as a man: marrying a wife and having children.

Just when Chen Fei thought that his life was really like this, he didn't expect fate to turn around again and pull him back to Milan more than 20 years ago. Chen Fei, who is gradually sobering up, seems to be going to replan his life。。。。。

Chen Fei, who had a rumbling stomach, habitually walked into the kitchen that he was familiar with and could no longer be familiar with, and smelled the "communism" in the pot, fortunately, it was not bad, and there was still a communist life to live. So, according to his memory, Chen Fei found the gas switch of the stove and the stove with blue flames, which once again proved that Chen Fei was indeed not dreaming. Then, Chen Fei habitually picked up the plug of the small "triangle" rice cooker (this is still the special treatment of cadre families) at hand, pointed at the jack on the wall, inserted it fiercely, and then took out the inner tank, loaded it with good Thai fragrant rice and water, and pressed the heating button. After doing all this, Chen Fei found the toilet. First things first, let's have a good hot bath! The water from the shower head was steaming, and Chen Fei enjoyed his first shower back in Italy. After getting dressed, Chen Fei returned to the kitchen, quickly turned off the heat, pulled out the plug, found the dishes and chopsticks, and served the meal. Then Chen Fei, who was hungry, solved the food on the table with lightning speed and the jingle of the bell. Leaning back in his chair, Chen Fei burped. It seems that such a small day is still very pleasant, isn't it?

At this time, the phone on the table rang, and after Chen Fei picked it up, he forgot that he was in Italy for a while, and directly replied habitually in Chinese: "Hey? Who are you looking for? A familiar Italian came from the other end of the phone: "What are you talking about, this kid Chen?" It's me, Gabriel! Do you owe a beating, boy? Chen Fei only came back to his senses at this time, and said in Italian: "It's you kid, Gabriel, I haven't seen you for decades, right?" ”

"What decades, didn't you just see you a few days ago! What the hell is wrong with you kid? ”

"Me? What else can I do, no, what's the matter with me? ”

"I said, we've all graduated, we're all gentlemen, aren't we? I haven't seen you kid go to a bar! You definitely can't say no more today! I'll pick you up in the evening, and I'll take you to see what a man's territory is! ”

"Say it again!"

"What's more? No more talking! That's it! At half past nine, I'll go downstairs to you, old rules, blue fiat! With that, Gabriel hung up the phone domineeringly. Chen Fei hung up the phone and shook his head helplessly。。。。。。