It was lunch time, and the Chinese team went to the hotel restaurant to have a customized buffet. Zhuo Yang invited Maradona and Oliva to a luxury Russian baggage in the small restaurant.
Team leader Yang Chen and assistant coach Lombardo were brought to accompany him. Of course, it cannot be considered that Zhuo Yang forced his men to strengthen his son.
In fact, Yang Chen took the initiative to post it. As the leader of the national team, he was the nominal direct and supreme leader of the national football team. He came forward and tried to entertain the world-renowned famous star Diego Maradona with public funds, showing that
The semi-official nature of this banquet.
Chinese people travel around every corner of the world, without any etiquette.
Atilio Lombardo barely counts as a Serie A acquaintance of the football king. Lombardo is six years younger than Lao Ma, but they don’t have much interaction when playing football. Lombardo made his debut in Samptons for the first two years.
It was the last two years of Polo King in Naples.
As for head coach Sforza, he just came over and hugged Lao Ma with a polite hug, and was squeezed by his big belly. Yang Chen and Zhuo Yang were both absent. Such a big team cannot be without a person in charge, and Sforza
I really have no friendship with Maradona, and I am ten years younger than that, so I won’t join in the fun.
Koko is here too. His Royal Highness is not willing to give face to the Polo King or Oliva. He is really comfortable and lying for a day. Even though he is lazy, he is hungry, but no one can stop him.
The true god is present, Oliva did not dare to continue to be a demon, and honestly performed curtsy, and Koko returned it like a spring breeze.
Oliva is so envious. Zhuo Yang and Kouko accidentally blend in their eyes. Kouko naturally held Zhuo Yang's arm, and leaned his head gently on his shoulder with a slightly tired look. The handsome man and the beautiful woman were both talented.
The two of them looked natural in an instant.
Unlike some dogs, men and women, they chew on the bones in public whenever they have disagreements.
Not afraid of comparing goods, but fear of comparing people. Oliva smiled reservedly, serving Maradona's chatter as gracefully as possible, while doing her best to hide her disgust for this short and fat man in her eyes.
With a shout, the chef of the Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg was busy, and soon seven plates and eight bowls were served as flowing according to personal preferences.
Granular black caviar, far northern salmon, salmon, herring, game souffle with mayonnaise, star sturgeon frozen, sour cream white mushroom, caucasian cucumber, steamed trout with prawns, cachaprite, flower-tailed hazel chicken
Of course, French clear soup and borscht are indispensable.
There is nothing great about Russian food, and this set is completely the standard for state banquets.
All of you here are well-informed people who have traveled around the world or experienced the influence of Chinese gorgeous food. The separate meal system will not have the tragedy of eating plates and plates in the countryside. What you eat doesn’t matter, and who you are with.
Eating is important.
Koko is a quiet person in public, Oliva is not enough to interfere, Yang Chen is introverted and steady, and he is worried today, and he is only good at German, so he doesn't talk much.
Maradona is quite talkative, Zhuo Yang can be a chatterbox, Lombardo is a jokester, and all three of them are proficient in more than one language, so it is basically their business at the dinner table, Italian, Spanish and
English is mixed and seamless, and whispering.
This scene looks very much like a street night market in Xi'an.
There are many citizens from Henan who are from the ancestral homes along the Longhai Railway in Xi'an. In addition, after the rapid development of the city, the so-called "students born after 2000 cannot speak dialects", so a group of buddies who grew up in the night market drank and ate.
It is normal to switch channels at any time in meat, Shaanxi dialect, Henan dialect and Mandarin.
Zhuo Yang and Maradona talked deeply in the small conference hall all afternoon. Lao Ma said a lot, and many of them were tossing and turning, but he fully understood what he wanted to express.
Lao Ma believes that Zhuo Yang has the ability to put individuals above the team, which is exactly the same as Bailey's point of view.
Bailey's 'Talent Theory', he said Zhuo Yang should become the master of football;
Maradona's "Heroic Theory", he said that football is an individual sport, a sport of individual heroism.
The two kings of football are not against football, but have a deeper understanding of football based on their unparalleled genius. Come first and then come. Bailey's words make Zhuo Yang feel that there is a little reason, while Lao Ma's words touched Zhuo Yang.
Football is an individual sport, and people with extraordinary talent should become the masters of football. This concept is unheard of, and Zhuo Yang has never thought about it in this direction.
You should not underestimate the ancients, nor should you underestimate the old seniors. The two kings of football are not only famous under the clouds, but also masters with real things.
No matter what purpose Bailey and Maradona personally delivered it to Zhuo Yang, whether it was too much to hold back the skills, whether it was too much to be a bad person, or whether it was a hero to cherish the hero, Zhuo Yang felt their sincerity.
So he seriously ran into three cups of Berenicaa vodka with Maradona, and did not cheat.
It was already very enjoyable in the afternoon. There was no topic on the dinner table, but the man's bragging naturally began. The dirty jokes were not suitable. I chatted about the past turbulent times, recalled the past and the past, and then smashed the three feet of the football world today.
Cats, these are things that men like to drink.
But while drinking, Lao Ma had a huge amount of wine. Three cups were just rinsing his mouth and just the key to opening the vast sea of ​​wine.
Zhuo Yang advised him sincerely: "Brother Ma, I heard that your stomach and heart are not very refreshing. Let's take a little more leisurely and just drink happily."
‘Bang!’ Maradona slapped the wine glass heavily on the table and looked at him coldly without saying a word. In an instant, the king of football's aura filled the air, and the table was a little embarrassed.
Zhuo Yang is also a smart person after all, so he immediately changed his face.
"Brother, I was wrong. Don't punish yourself for nothing." "I've eaten a cup of 'tsk'. "If I don't accompany you, I won't have the shame to go back to China."
"Gagahahahahahaha~~" Lao Ma laughed loudly, his laughter was greasy, like an ancient poem that has been passed down through the ages - the oily loquat mixed with noodles.
Next came three more cups, and Zhuo Yang could not stand it anymore. He liked drinking, but liked to feel slightly drunk, rather than wine worms. Zhuo Yang's alcohol tolerance has always been very ordinary.
Lombardo immediately came up, and he had a good alcohol tolerance. But compared with Lao Ma, it was like the gap in football skills between them, Lombardo lost faster than on the court.
After Yang Chen gritted his teeth and made two cups of wine, the vodka was too rushing and he didn't dare to continue.
In fact, the reason why the leader Yang Chen took the initiative to post it today was not because of Maradona, but because of Zhuo Yang.
Zhuo Yang's emotions over the past two days are a bit subtle and can't be said to be strange, but as a colleague who works together, Yang Chen felt a little abnormal.
The national football team has not experienced failures, but Zhuo Yang's national football team has also experienced ups and downs. South Africa lost in the first game and lost in the Asian Cup final. Recife 0:8. In fact, these are all very bad, but Zhuo Yang is not like now.
Yang Chen is a smart person, and he had a premonition that the most terrible thing might be breeding.
The senior executives of Chinese football, including management like Yang Chen, have been worried in the past two years because Zhuo Yang is already 33 years old. Time is unforgiving, but the national football team who lost Zhuo Yang is simply unimaginable.
33 years old is a sensitive football age. It is not too young to say that you are old or not. It is just a matter of thinking whether you retire or not, but Chinese football and the national football team are not mentally prepared to lose Zhuo Yang.
The World Cup is important, but Yang Chen believes that if all Chinese people choose, how can they compare to Zhuo Yang's hair if they are just Chinese.
Yang Chen had a premonition, but he didn't dare to ask. He could only take advantage of the opportunity of Maradona's visit to accompany Zhuo Yang to make him happy. As long as the most terrible thing doesn't happen, don't talk about having a meal, let him pick a knife
Bleeding is OK.
But drinking is really not good. This thing depends on its hard power. Yang Chen, who is extremely self-disciplined, still has a well-proportioned figure for many years after retirement, and he has no alcohol content at all.
Seeing that Maradona was going to sweep the elite of the national football team alone, if it weren't for the little ocean far away in the United States, Zhuo Yang would have called him to save the situation. However, the huge Chinese team is crouching tiger, Hidden Dragon, at a critical moment, the imperial press officer Cheng
Hao arrived in time.
Cheng Hao is from Xinjiang, and it is a country of wine. Men are not as good as a skinny dog ​​if they don’t drink. Cheng Hao was a seven-year-old white wine, and reporters are a profession that must be obtained, so Cheng Hao’s alcohol tolerance is just one finger--drink
.
With the seamless connection of toasts, Maradona, the king of ball and wine king, immediately explained that he did not slip under the table. He was stubborn.
How could Cheng Hao, as a good friend, not notice anything that Yang Chen could feel? It’s just that he was more indifferent than Yang Chen and others, and his starting point for looking at the problem is closer to Zhuo Yang’s interests.
If Zhuo Yang is determined to retreat, Cheng Hao will support him. He has paid too much for football. If football no longer makes Zhuo Yang happy and then kidnap him with responsibility, it would be a crime.
So Cheng Hao would not ask, nor would he advise Zhuo Yang. If Zhuo Yang did not retreat, he would continue to be the imperial press officer. Zhuo Yang retired, and Cheng Hao would also retire. He would accompany Zhuo Yang to do whatever he wanted, traveling around the world with all his life and wine.
, no shortage of money anyway.
.
Lao Ma was so drunk.
With the wheel battle and Cheng Haoshen's bottomless drinking, Maradona was drunk and happy. After drinking, he spoke the truth, and Lao Ma revealed himself regardless of the ugliness.
"Little brother, guess how did Zhuo Yang and I meet?"
"Great Barrier Reef... I'm fucking, that peeing... I still smell like it in my mouth, hahaha~~" I poured all my heart clean.
Zhuo Yang couldn't stop him at all, he had never even told Koko that.
Cheng Hao, Yang Chen, Lombardo, and Oliva all looked at Zhuo Yang in horror: eleven years ago, you could be so fierce...
Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that he had to punish himself for three more cups and finally broke the matter. Vodka was really not covered, three cups and three cups, and Zhuo Yang was also floating.
The wine was so good that the feast finally ended when the song ended. Maradona swayed under Oliva, and Kempinski took the car to take it away. Yang Chen said he would open a room and stay there for a night before talking about it, but the King of Football did not agree.
He secretly told Zhuo Yang that he would fly back to Argentina tomorrow and that two days would be Oliva's birthday. The party had been arranged and he would propose to Oliva at the party.
After saying that, the King of Football couldn't help but chewing a bite of sauce with Oliva in public.
"Brother, congratulations, I wish you success."
"Go away!"
Looking at the figure of the King of Football staggering away, Zhuo Yang sighed lightly: "If there is no less of him in the football world, there will be many stories and happiness. I wish him a long life."
Yang Chen didn't drink too much, and the night wind in St. Petersburg was cool. He thoughtfully handed Zhuo Yang a cup of instant coffee to hang out, saying: "The Zhuo team, whether Bailey or Maradona, has become a football story. They have already
Leaving football.”
"Captain Zhuo Yang, the football world can lack them, but you cannot lack."
Zhuo Yang smiled and patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, without an answer.
The wine is brave, and the wine is also a matchmaker. Zhuo Yang's steps are floating, but his eyes when he looked at Koko were full of lust. How could His Highness the princess accept this softness? Her phoenix eyes shyly warned her husband: You can
It is necessary for us to provoke a war, but when the war ends, I have the final say.
That night, Koko lost again, but it was still half a move.
The bedroom was filled with fragrance, and the sunlight warmed the deep love in the room through the curtains. The couple, who finally decided on the victory and defeat, were sleeping happily, but were awakened by the rapid phone ringing.
Chapter completed!