Italy, Milan City, Railway Station.

Paul. Hilda sat in the driver's seat of the taxi, his eyes were empty, and his whole person looked a little listless.

A lyrical song came over the car radio, but it didn't calm his anger in the slightest.

The Champions League final has been over for a full week.

But the topic of 'Istanbul' is not ending at all.

The whole world nailed AC Milan to the pillar of shame, and it was even more in line with the stalk of 'opening champagne at half-time', and Milan City was already in the wind and rain at this time.

Paul. Hilda's AC Milan fans, die-hard fans.

He has always believed that the whole city of Milan can only have AC Milan fans, and the rest should be damned.

It's just that now AC Milan is being criticized and can't raise its head.

The aftermath of Istanbul is too great.

The crusade of the media, the public opinion and the yin and yang of the city's sworn enemies kept the nerves of these Milan fans in a constant state of high tension.

In addition, AC Milan at this time is not very peaceful.

With the occurrence of the 'Ishtabol tragedy'.

The collective silence of the first team vanished.

Head coach Carlo Ancelotti stepped in to make public relations adjustments, but with little effect.

Fans weren't buying it.

Shepchenko has also begun to contact other teams, with a gesture of imminent departure, which has made AC Milan fans more sensitive.

That's Shepchenko!

At present, the most important arrow player of AC Milan can even be regarded as a façade and a top name.

Shepchenko's departure is not only a shame for AC Milan, but also a shame for the entire Serie A.

When other leagues talk about them, this guy will taunt and say, 'Look! A team that can't keep representative players is a top giant! ’

Bang!!!

Paul. Hilda patted the steering wheel resentfully and vented; "Awful!"

Click!

The door opened.

An obese woman walked into the back seat, and she said in fluent English: "223 Via Roma!" ”

Paul. Hilda looked at the other through the rearview mirror and spoke; "Don't go to Via Roma."

The obese woman was visibly stunned for a moment, and said angrily; "You're turning away customers, be careful that I complain about you."

Paul. Hilda's fire was on fire.

"Complain and go! Fat woman! You English people are the same, the men are all dead bald, and the women are fat! You should eat feed at home, not in Milan! ”

Obese woman looking at Paul. Hilda's hideous expression was obviously frightened.

She scolded and got out of the car.

Paul. Hilda was still unrelenting, sticking his head out of the window and continuing to curse;

"Fat woman! No one is going to pick you up, you should be looking for those lowly Inter fans! They're going to love a fat pig like you! Damn the English! ”

Ahh

Paul. Hilda spat hard out the window, and then she felt her irritability subside slightly.

"! Nothing goes well at all. ”

Paul. Hilda scolded.

After about five minutes, there was another sound of the door opening.

This time the voice was younger, and the Italian language was not very fluent.

"I'm going to Milanello."

Paul. Hilda's expression improved slightly.

Milanello is AC Milan's training base and receives a lot of tourists and fans during the holidays.

Paul. Hilda hung up gear and glanced in the rearview mirror; "Please wear it safely."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Squeak!!

The vehicle had just started, Paul. Hilda slammed on the brakes, pulled on the handbrake, and turned her head to exclaim.

His voice was somewhat high-pitched, clearly overstartled.

"Suke!! ——”

Suke sat in the back seat, looking at Paul blankly. Hilda.

"I am. Sucre! ”

Paul. Hilda nodded vigorously; "That's right, you're Suke, how did you end up here? Are you going to Milanello? ”

He slowly opened his mouth and said softly; "God! Is this true? ”

Suke sniffed, and he pressed down with one hand: "Take your time, my Italian is very bad!" ”

Paul. Hilda suppressed her excitement, and he said word by word:

"You! Want! Go! Rice! Orchid"

"It's too slow!" Su Ke was not angry, rolled his eyes and said; "It's not that bad."

Paul. Hilda smiled awkwardly.

"So, you're going to Milanello, you're going to Milan, right?"

Paul. Hilda looked at Suke with a wistful expression.

This is Suke!

The heart of that Dinamo Zagreb attack!

Storm of Youth!

13 goals in the Champions League, Champions League Golden Boot, Champions League single-season goal holder.

Those names are on Suker, who is already the most sought-after player of the summer window.

Now, the media is still discussing the issue of Suke's transfer.

It's just that under the urine of the media, going to Chelsea today, approaching Bayern Munich tomorrow, and then saying that an agreement with AC Milan was reached, the whole is very chaotic.

Paul. Hilda has also been concerned about Suker's transfer.

He also fantasized about Suker joining AC Milan.

After all, at the San Siro Stadium, Suker's performance conquered everyone.

In Paul. Under Hilda's eager gaze, Suke's head tapped up and down.

Sooke pointed to himself and then to Paul. Hilda; "We. . It's a bunch! ”

Wow!!!!!! ——

Paul. Hilda cheered excitedly.

Pretty!

Pretty!

Pretty!

Well done!!

The Milan guys have finally done a good thing.

Paul under the agitation. Hilda pushed the car door, and he stood excitedly next to the car, constantly raising his hands loudly and cheering.

His strange behavior attracted the puzzled eyes of the surroundings.

Until the traffic police at the station came to warn Paul. Hilda calmed down and stepped into the driver's seat.

Paul. Hilda's expression instantly brightened.

He shouted cheerfully; "Please wear your seatbelts, your destination is the Milanello training base!"

Along the way, Paul. Hilda constantly introduces Suker to some of Milan's top attractions.

Suke also looked through the car window, looking at the bustling streets and high-rise buildings of the city of Milan.

He had the feeling of going from the countryside to the big city.

"Am I the first Milanese to receive you?" Paul. Hilda asked.

Su Ke nodded: "You are. The first! ”

Paul. Hilda turned around and gave a thumbs up; "Your Italian is awesome!"

Suke pointed ahead: "Look ahead, danger!" ”

"Don't worry!" Paul. Hilda laughed: "As a pure Rossoneri (red and black), we all know the location of the Milanello training ground, we can find it with our eyes closed!" ”

Paul. Hilda smiled, "That's the direction of home." ”

However, he saw Su Ke blinking, as if he didn't quite understand.

Paul. Hilda; "Am I talking too complicated?"

Suke shook his head and gave a thumbs up.

Paul. Hilda had a good laugh.

Ten minutes later, the taxi arrived at the Milanello training ground.

Paul. Hilda opened the window, tapped the door, and shouted to the security guard: "Marcello, open the door, I'll send someone over." ”

A security guard named Marcello walked over and he looked at Paul. Hilda said solemnly; "Paul, don't want to get in, the situation in the club has been very bad recently, fans and media can't enter, and the training base is not open to the outside world this holiday, who are you sending!"

Looking at Marcello's vigilant look, Paul. Hilda laughed, "I'm not sending tourists, you see! ”

The rear window rolled down slowly, and Suker smiled brightly.

"Hello!"

Security guard Marcello's eyes instantly straightened.

He just looked at Suke.

"Wait, he's Suke? Really? You're going to send him inside? No, no, no, it's not sent inside, sorry, Suke, my head is a little messy, so say"

Marcello looked at Suke; "You joined Milan?"

When Sooke nodded, Marcello jumped up like a happy child.

He took down the doorway and pointed forward:

"Go ahead! Paul, turn left ahead and go straight to the office building, where Ancelotti is! Oh!! Oh, God!! It's unbelievable! ”

As the car pulled in, Suke saw that the security guard had taken out the phone and started dialing, apparently wanting to share in the joy.

Soon, Suker was standing in front of Ancelotti.

Ancelotti looked at Suker and touched his chin.

"I remember asking you to report before July 1st!"

Suke nodded.

Ancelotti glanced at the date.

"If I'm not mistaken, today is June 8th!"

Su Ke nodded again: "That's right, before July 1st!" ”

Ancelotti smiled wryly; "So, you came here after a week? We haven't made an official announcement yet. ”

Suker's transfer to AC Milan, Ancelotti intends to announce it in the next few days.

By the way, I was diverting some attention from 'Istanbul', but I didn't expect Suk to have arrived.

Bang!

The office door opened, and AC Milan sporting director Deepe walked in suddenly, saying as he walked:

"Sooke has arrived? It's true."

Dipper looked at Suke who was sitting on the couch.

Suke held out his hand and smiled; "Hello, Mr. Deepp!"

Dipu subconsciously stretched out his hand: "Hello, why did you come so fast?" ”

Sooke: "I'm over there. Nothing to do, so. Here it comes! ”

Ancelotti asked Deepp.

"How do you know?"

Dip sighed: "The editor-in-chief of the Milan evening newspaper called me, and he asked if we had taken down Suke, and the news of Suke's appearance in Milan City has been posted on the Internet. ”

Ancelotti smiled: "Since it's already here, let's just announce the official announcement, conduct a physical examination tomorrow, and prepare for a press conference!" ”

Suke pointed to himself, "Where do I live?" ”

"You haven't found a place to live yet?"

Suke blinked: "I was supposed to arrive in a week, Zolanch will come tomorrow to look for housing, I came early." ”

Deep: "Let's stay in the hotel first!" ”

Su Ke nodded: "Okay." ”

As he spoke, Suke pulled out his phone and turned it off.

"What are you doing?"

"Shut down!" Suke laughed; "Zoranch can curse!"

Dip couldn't help but laugh.

The employer acted without permission and arrived in Milan ahead of schedule, breaking the plan.

As an agent, don't you get mad!

In Germany, Zoranch, who was in the process of endorsement negotiations, vibrated on his mobile phone, and he received a text message.

I saw that Zoranch's forehead was bruised.

"Excuse me!"

Walk to the end of the hallway and turn the corner into the bathroom.

Zoranch angrily pulled out his phone.

"Bastard Suke! You're acting on your own again!! ”

"Answer the phone for Lao Tzu!!! ——”

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