Chapter 210: Hello, Ball Flower
"AC Milan have a great history, they have world-class players, they have the best coach, Mr. Sacchi, it was a tough game today, but we played better, the better team won the game, it always ......"
At the press conference at San Siro, Lin Supo said with a fluttering eyebrow.
Although Saki is a little unhappy, football is like this, and Lin Supo said that there is no problem, whoever wins is the better team.
Not every reporter in the audience likes Lin Supo, but who makes AC Milan not angry?
At this time, someone asked, "Does the double win against Milan in the season prove that Roma is a better team than Milan?" β
"Where are you a journalist?"
Lin Supo tilted his head and asked.
"Torino Sport."
The reporter replied.
The corners of Lin Supo's mouth twitched, and he said in his heart, aren't you and Milan accomplices, you came out so quickly to step on it, and wanted to cause a war of words?
Although Lin Supo is straight, he is not stupid.
is even more reluctant to be used as a gunman.
He said directly: "Winning or losing doesn't mean anything, Juventus also lost to Vicenza, is Vicenza better than Juventus?" If we win, it only means that the winning team is better, if you want to prove that the team is good, you need a championship and a long-term consistent performance, and if you win a few games and feel like the best team, you will definitely not go too far, and the whole Roma team will never make such mistakes. β
Bianchi nodded secretly as he listened, this kid spoke so nicely.
I can't find fault with it.
Lin Supo smiled happily.
As far as the Italian reporter is concerned, it is still too tender.
Not to mention his insight in the shopping mall in his two lives, that is, watching the news at 7 o'clock every day has learned how to answer such controversial questions.
"What are Roma's goals for the season?"
The reporters of the 'Turin Storytelling' are not dead set on asking the truth.
Lin Supo didn't think about it and continued: "Win the game, try to win every game, I won't say we want a championship and a trophy, but when you play every game well, you will naturally reap the rewards." β
"May I ask if Francisco Totti had a conflict with Acuri, and did anyone see Acuri move out of Totti's house because Totti cheated?"
Three capitalized exclamation marks on Lin Supo's face.
This is something he doesn't even know.
"Huh? I haven't heard of it, I'll ask Francisco later, and I'll answer you next time. β
Although he hadn't heard of it, Lin Supo had a guess in his heart.
Let's not talk about the contradictions between Akuri and Totti.
Just saying that Totti didn't reveal that Akuri moved away, Lin Supo knew what Totti thought.
Judging from his daily performance, Totti is often jealous and envious of his life, and he should feel that his girlfriend is a bit embarrassed to move away because of the conflict, especially if he doesn't want to lose face in front of him, a "love saint", so he hides it and doesn't say it.
Next, Bianchi said some kind words, and Lin Supo left with the coach.
Back on the bus, Lin Supo didn't suppress his voice at all, and asked loudly: "Francisco, a reporter asked me why we didn't know about this when Acuri moved away with a salute?" β
Roar~
There was a commotion on the bus.
Totti's face flushed, and he stalked his neck in defense: "Nonsense, this is a rumor, she just went on a trip." β
"But I saw in the newspaper yesterday that she went to shoot the cover of the magazine." Tomasi asked.
Totti's face turned even redder, but he still forcibly defended: "Anyway, the two of us are fine!" β
Seeing Lin Supo sitting beside him, Totti waved his elbow, and Lin Supo, who had been on guard, instantly blocked the sneak attack with his palm.
"Are you happy?"
Totti said angrily.
"I'm happy about something, just curious about what's going on."
"Nothing."
Totti turned his head to look out the window, like an awkward child.
"Did you behave too badly at night?"
Lin Supo whispered.
"Fart! Neighbors have to complain about the noise in my house!
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In this kind of matter, Totti still can't help but defend himself.
He shouted loudly and made his teammates laugh again.
Fonseca patted Totti on the shoulder from behind and said, "Man, our family has always had an ancestral secret recipe, which is a magical herb from the forest, which is why my body is so good, my father and my grandfather both have 8 children. β
"I don't need to!"
Totti twisted his shoulders angrily, then turned back and asked, "It's not harmful to the body, is it?" β
For a moment, everyone on the bus was amused by Totti's performance, and Fonseca clutched his stomach and laughed wildly, "Sorry to lie to you." β
"Ahh
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Totti roared, "I'm going to kill you!" β
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The next day, it was still a holiday.
There will be the Winners' Cup next, and Lin Supo must take a good break.
He still got the tip, and this time he didn't call Totti.
Lin Supo was a little suspicious, it was because Totti's kid was too unlucky that he returned in vain every time.
At 10 o'clock in the morning, Lin Supo sat in the famous Antigonus Cafe, and there was a book on the table.
The descriptions of those famous scenes in large sections do not promote the plot for half a day, which makes Lin Supo complain, can he be so famous with such a number of words?
Lin Supo is also a pseudo-detective fan.
When I was a child, I watched "Sherlock Holmes", then "Conan", and finally Agatha's works, and I also read some detectives in the book. But it's just a lively look, and sometimes I can't remember the characteristics of the protagonist, unlike those fanatical fans, who even know the character's birthday.
"The Murder of the Pastor's Family" happened to be unread, although it was said to pass the time, but Agatha's grandmother wrote it really well, and he soon became fascinated.
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Hearing "Good Day", Lin Supo looked up and saw the person he was waiting for, the ball flower - Monica Bellucci.
"Good day."
Lin Supo took the initiative to get up, pulled a chair for the other party, and invited Bellucci to sit down.
"You know me, Ms. Bellucci?"
Lin Supo asked with some curiosity.
"Yes, the newspapers are full of pictures of you, they say you are Maradona of the Italian league."
Monica Bellucci covered her mouth and chuckled, her every move exuded a mature charm.
"That's all nonsense, if I could, I'd rather be Reinado."
Lin Supo said with a smile.
"Sure enough, as I read in the newspapers, you're a playboy."
As soon as he came up, he said that he wanted to be the little boy in that movie.
"It's all the public's misunderstanding of me, I'm just pursuing true love, there are so many on the earth, it's hard for you to guarantee that the person you meet is suitable for you, you have to get in touch, and then slowly feel, the living habits of two people, the world view, about family, religion and other aspects, it's not easy to find a soul mate."
Monica Bellucci's eyes widened at her, she didn't expect a player to say such emotional things.
"So 'Reinado', did you find that guy?"
"Not yet, but I've been on the road."