When it got later, inside the Clezio base, Parma's players were all celebrating Parma's championship with great joy.
The 15-kilogram UEFA Cup trophy was placed on the table. Everyone gathered around the trophy, drinking wine and celebrating. This is Parma's third UEFA Cup championship. It doesn't look like much, but it is.
It is also the first UEFA Cup championship for these players. Even, for some of them,
This is their first championship. The mood of the players and fans is much the same at this time. Halfway through the season, they all thought that their task this season might be to avoid relegation, but now, they have
They have already won the championship, holding the trophy in their hands, how could they not be happy?
This is a moment of celebration. They have won the championship. From a relegation team to a champion, they can be said to have experienced real ups and downs this season. And now, this championship has made everyone here full of joy.
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"Tonight, no matter what, I'm going to sleep with this thing in my arms." Gilardino was obviously a little drunk and seemed extremely excited. He grabbed the marble base of the UEFA Cup trophy in his hand and kept rubbing it.
, the wine glass in his other hand was swinging around, and he didn't even notice it, he just kept shouting loudly.
"Alberto is really sick. There may be many women waiting to go to his bed today, but he sleeps with this thing in his arms..." Mutu hugged little Cannavaro and said with a smile.
Navarro also smiled and said nothing, but he also had a smile on his face.
"Women are always available, but not with trophies." Gilardino sneered, "As for women, introduce them to Giuseppe. Only a little guy like him needs more exposure to women to grow up."
"Hey, do you think based on my appearance, which one of us has more women? Believe me, I am much better than you in terms of playing skills and picking up girls." Rossi couldn't help but retorted.
"Okay, what's the comparison with this kind of thing? Also, Alberto, you'd better put that thing down. After all, it's a 15-kilogram thing. Isn't it too heavy for you to hold?"
Li Bin also sat with them, joking and chatting with them. Li Bin was not much older than them. At this time, he was not interested in playing the role of an elder. Since he was happy, everyone just drank together and had a good time.
"Boss, what you said doesn't sound like a championship coach at all." Gilardino teased Li Bin, "But I really value this championship."
"What are you worried about? When you go to Milan in the future, you won't be able to win any championship at will?" Several teammates joked, but it also made Gilardino lower his head, "It's different, it's different...
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Gilardino glanced at Li Bin, but lowered his voice. Li Bin understood that he did not want to bring up the topic of transfer in front of Li Bin. After all, Li Bin was the coach, and his status was different.
The topic suddenly became a little awkward. Although it was said that they had won the championship, but on second thought, I was afraid that in a few days, the players on this team would go their separate ways. When this topic suddenly came up, especially the coach
Being present also made the players a little embarrassed.
"While you chat, I'm going to the toilet."
After listening to what they said, Li Bin had no interest in staying in the crowd anymore. If he stayed any longer, he would become a trouble for others when talking. He walked to the side, but there was nowhere for him to go, so he just
On the wall, everyone watching this team quietly from a distance.
After this game, there will be two more league games, and Parma will completely end this season's journey. His coaching career has just started, and he has already won very good honors. He has the championship in hand, and his future is bright.
There are great development prospects, but why, at this time, am I actually a little unhappy?
It's really strange. Is it true that drinking too much wine makes you sad easily? Player transfers are not life and death, so how can there be so much sadness?
Maybe it was really because he was a little reluctant to leave these players after they had just achieved great results... Li Bin sighed, the future of these people was uncertain, and he was worried about them now.
Li Bin stood alone in the corner, holding a wine glass and drinking by himself. For some reason, he didn't want to talk to anyone on this day.
"I said, Coach Li, are you very happy to have won the championship? Is there anything in particular that you want to say now?"
While he was thinking wildly, suddenly, a voice appeared next to him, interrupting his thoughts. When he turned around, what he saw was Li Siman's smiling face.
"I seem to have told you that reporters are not allowed to interview today."
Li Bin was also quite surprised to see Li Siman appearing next to him. He knew that at such gatherings, many people related to the football team would be invited. Today is a day of celebration, and the laundryman and club manager
It's not strange to drink together, and it's normal for Li Siman to appear here. However, even so, seeing her here still made Li Bin feel quite funny - this guy is really about to become a full-time reporter in Parma, even
The celebrations in Parma are starting to take part.
"I'm not here as a reporter. I'm a friend, a friend." Li Siman rolled her eyes at Li Bin, "Isn't this okay?"
Li Bin shook her head and pointed to the camera in her hand.
According to the general custom in the football world, the leakage of photos of such celebration parties is strictly prohibited. These players have acted recklessly and have gotten into trouble quite often. At this time, Li Bin did not dare to indulge the players too much.
If it is elsewhere, this is the job that agents should do. Watch their players and don't let their players be photographed. That is the responsibility of the agents. However, since it is a celebration held within the team
, then Li Bin has to take care of it himself.
"Don't be so stingy... This is something you keep as a souvenir, not for publication in newspapers outside..."
"We have rules..."
"Don't worry, Xiaoman is also a news reporter after all, so why don't you know such a few rules?"
There was a voice next to him, and Li Bin turned around and saw Wan Qi's figure. Li Siman ran over immediately, and Wan Qi smiled at her, and then signaled to Li Bin not to pursue further.
"You're here too." Seeing Wan Qi, Li Bin raised his glass and said hello.
"How careless are you that you can't even see a person with such distinctive characteristics like me in such a group of people?" Wanqi joked, "Even here, I am still a tall man, right?"
Li Bin glanced at her, and she stepped on high heels again, which made her really stand out in the crowd.
"It's really not my fault. I drank a lot and was surrounded by men. Suddenly I saw a beautiful woman. I naturally thought it was an illusion. How could I dare to make a conclusion before I spoke?"
"Are you sour?" Li Siman couldn't bear to listen and asked, "How come you didn't have this illusion when you saw me?"
"He is such a person, you don't know it." Wan Qi also said, "Okay, if you have something nice to say, go and tell the models over there, and don't bother us."
"It's obviously you who came here to annoy me, okay..." Li Bin smiled bitterly, "Speaking of which, I have to thank you. If you hadn't helped Mutu recover, he wouldn't have been able to perform as well as he did in the finals.
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"Don't thank me. I didn't expect that he could perform so well. In the final analysis, this is still your credit. You recruited him and waited for him. Your patience made him what he is today."
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"Can you two stop complimenting each other? None of the articles I wrote are as disgusting as the two of you." Li Siman complained, "Besides, did you forget to thank me? After all, the champion also deserves a share of my credit, right?"
Many of your deceptive words were said by me on your behalf."
"Of course you have a share, but if you don't cause trouble for me now, then it will be your share of the credit..."
Li Siman pouted immediately after Li Bin's words, but Wan Qi heard some lonely emotions in Li Bin's words.
Wan Qi looked at Li Bin and leaned against the wall, "Why, look at you, do you feel uncomfortable?"
"How is that possible? We are the champions, what's the point of being unhappy?" Li Bin forced a smile and shook his head.
"No, your look tells me that you must have something on your mind. But the transfer period is coming soon. When the transfer period comes, will the team sell people? For money, you will send your friends to other teams.
You must feel very awkward. Tell me, tell me, tell me what you think!"
Li Bin didn't say anything, just picked up the wine glass and took a sip silently. He didn't expect that he was so worried that even Li Siman could see it.
Wan Qi didn't speak anymore, but Li Siman seemed to have drunk a little too much, and her red face had a slightly drunk look. She didn't see Li Bin's expression, but she spoke by herself.
"I really want to know, what are you thinking when you sell players? They are your friends, they have fought with you, and they all respect you, but now, you want to sell them to someone else.
Go to the team and sell your friends for money - you are selling your friends in the true sense..."
"They will only live better if they go elsewhere." Li Bin interrupted her, "As long as they work hard to play football, they will live much better than they are now. After all, Parma is a small club and cannot be retained.
Man, I have no other choice!"
"But after all, you can't help them anymore..."
"Xiao Man, stop talking." Wan Qi grabbed Li Siman and said, "Go to the side to rest for a while. You drank too much."
Li Siman looked at the two people and realized that Li Bin was indeed angry. She nodded and left, while Wan Qi turned around.
"Xiao Man is suffering from an occupational disease..."
"It's okay." Li Bin said casually, "It's not a big deal at first. It's a very professional thing. Why do you do it so emotionally?"
"Stop talking nonsense. You don't care about them as much as you say. If you really didn't care about them, you wouldn't put so much energy into thinking about how to help them improve during training. They have to leave.
When the time comes, you won’t feel so uncomfortable anymore.”
"Who said I feel bad? I'm very happy."
"You can't even convince yourself, right? You're just using this cold, money-loving shell to disguise yourself."
"I'm pretending to be myself? It's like you know me well."
"I don't know you very well, but I can tell something. At least I can tell that you are quite lonely."
Li Bin turned around suddenly. He could not imagine that his thoughts were revealed twice in one night.
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ps: Sleeping with the trophy is what Galliani did after the 2007 Champions League.