Chapter 3509

When the afternoon meal time came, the Chinese team went to the hotel restaurant to have a customized buffet. Zhuo Yang invited Maradona and Oliva to eat Russian luxury bags in the small restaurant.

Team leader Yang Chen and assistant coach Lombardo were pulled to accompany him. Of course, it can't be regarded as Zhuo Yang pulling a strong man by force.

In fact, Yang Chen took the initiative to post it. As the leader of the national team and the nominal direct and supreme leader of the expedition national football team, he came forward and tried to entertain the world-famous star Diego Maradona with public funds, showing the semi official nature of the banquet.

The Chinese have traveled all over the world without ceremony.

Artilio Lombardo is barely an acquaintance of the former serie a champion. Lombardo is six years younger than the old horse, but they don't meet much when they play football. The first two years of Lombardo's emergence in samp are the last two years of the Polo king in Naples.

As for coach Sforza, he just came over and gave him a polite hug and was squeezed by his big stomach. Yang Chen and Zhuo Yang are absent. Such a big team can't live without people. Moreover, Sforza and Maradona really have no friends. They are ten years younger than each other.

Koko is here, too. Her royal highness was not willing to give the Polo or Oliva face. It was a comfortable day, lazy, lazy, hungry, but no one could stop it.

True God, at present, Oliva didn't dare to continue to be a demon. He was honest and implemented curtsy, and Kou Kou returned it like a spring breeze.

Oliva is so envious. Zhuo Yang and Kou Kou inadvertently mingled with warmth in their eyes. Kou Kou naturally took Zhuo Yang's arm and leaned his head slightly tired on his shoulder. The two men were naturally beautiful and beautiful.

It's like some dog men and women who eat sauce bones in public when they disagree.

Not afraid of comparing goods, but afraid of comparing people. Oliva smiled demurely, while serving Maradona's still lingering chatter as gracefully as possible, while trying her best to hide her dislike for the short and fat man in her eyes.

With a cry, the chef of Kempinski Hotel in St. Petersburg was busy, and soon seven dishes and eight bowls were brought up according to his personal preferences.

Granular black caviar, Arctic salmon, salmon, herring, game shuflei with mayonnaise, star sturgeon jelly, sour cream white mushroom, Caucasian sour cucumber, steamed trout with prawns, Capri, flower tailed hazelnut chicken, and of course French clear soup and borscht.

There is no great place for Russian food. This set is completely the standard of state banquet.

Delicacy is delicacy in China. It is a serving of individual dishes. It is either a journey of experience or a taste of Chinese cuisine. The dining system does not bring about the tragedy of eating dinner plates and plates in the countryside. It doesn't matter what you eat, but who you eat with.

Kou Kou is a quiet person in public. Oliva can't talk. Yang Chen is introverted and steady, and has a lot of worries today. In addition, he only has good German, so he doesn't talk much.

Maradona is quite talkative. Zhuo Yang can be a chatterbox, Lombardo is a joke player, and the three people are proficient in more than one language, so it's basically their business at the dinner table. Italian, Spanish and English are mixed and seamlessly connected, whistling and chattering.

This scene is very similar to Xi'an street night market.

Along the Longhai Railway in Xi'an, there are many citizens of Henan origin. In addition, after the rapid development of the city, there is great harmony in the world. The so-called "students after 2000 can't speak dialects", so it's normal for a group of buddies who grew up in the night market to drink and eat meat, speak Shaanxi dialect, Henan dialect and ordinary dialect, and switch channels at any time.

Zhuoyang and Maradona had a deep talk in the small conference hall all afternoon. Old Ma said a lot. Many words were turning wheels, but the meaning he wanted to express was completely understood.

The old horse thinks as like as two peas Bailey has the same view of football as a player who overpowers the team.

Pele's "talent theory", he said that Zhuo Yang should become the master of football;

Maradona's "hero theory", he said that football is an individual sport, a sport of individual heroism.

The two champions are not anti football, but a deeper understanding of football based on their unparalleled talents. First come, first served. Bailey's words made Zhuo Yang feel a little reasonable, and Lao Ma's words touched Zhuo Yang.

Football is a personal sport. People with great talent should become the masters of football. This concept is unheard of, and Zhuo Yang has never thought in this direction.

We should not underestimate the ancients, nor should we underestimate the elders. The two ball kings, not only have a false name under the floating clouds, they are experts with real things.

No matter what purpose Bailey and Maradona personally sent them to the door to pick up Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang could not hold back their itch, hate iron but not steel, or heroes cherish heroes. Zhuo Yang felt their sincerity.

So he seriously touched three berenica vodka with Maradona without cheating.

In the afternoon, I had a good time. Instead of continuing the topic at the dinner table, I naturally began to boast about men. Meat jokes are not appropriate. Nagging about the ups and downs of the past, recalling the extraordinary years in the past, and then smashing and hanging up the three legged cat in football today are all things men like to see when drinking.

But when drinking, the old horse is massive. Three cups are just gargling, just the key to open the vast sea of wine.

Zhuo Yang advised him to be sincere: "brother Ma, I heard that your stomach and heart are not very refreshing. Let's take it easy and have a good drink."

"Knock!" Maradona slammed his glass on the table and looked at him coldly without saying a word. In an instant, the king's aura was filled, and the table was a little embarrassed around.

Zhuo Yang is also a human spirit, and immediately changes his face.

"Brother, I'm wrong. Don't say anything. I'll punish myself." "tut'er" drank a cup. "If I don't accompany my brother well today, I have no face to go back to China."

"Gaga, Gaga ~ ~" the old horse laughed loudly, and the laughter was greasy, just like an ancient poem spread through the ages - oil exploding loquat mixed with noodles.

Then there are three more cups. Zhuo Yang can't stand it. He likes drinking. He likes the feeling of slightly drunk, not wine bugs. Zhuo Yang's drinking capacity has always been very ordinary.

Lombardo came up at once. He had a good drink. But compared with the old horse, just like the difference in their skills, Lombardo lost faster than on the court.

After two cups of vodka, Yang Chen was too strong to continue.

In fact, the reason why team leader Yang Chen took the initiative to post it today is not because of Maradona, but because of Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang's mood these two days is subtle and strange, but as a colleague working together, Yang Chen feels a little abnormal.

The national football team has not experienced failure. Zhuo Yang's national football team has also experienced ups and downs. South Africa lost its first game, lost the Asian Cup final, and Recife 0-8. In fact, these are very shocking, but Zhuo Yang is not like this.

Yang Chen is a smart man. He has a premonition that the most terrible things may be breeding.

The top management of Chinese football, including Yang Chen, are actually worried in the past two years, because Zhuo Yang is 33 years old. Years are unforgiving, but it is unimaginable to lose Zhuo Yang's national football team.

33 is a sensitive football age. It's neither old nor small. It's just a thought to retire or not. But Chinese football and the national football team are not ready to lose Zhuo Yang at all.

The world cup is important, but Yang Chen believes that if all Chinese people choose, where can the world cup be as important as Zhuo Yang.

Yang Chen sensed something, but he didn't dare ask. We can only take the opportunity of Maradona's visit to accompany Zhuo Yang. As long as the most terrible thing doesn't happen, let alone have a meal and let him draw a knife and bleed.

But it's not good to drink. This thing depends on hard strength. Yang Chen, who has been retired for many years, still keeps a symmetrical figure. He doesn't have much alcohol at all.

Seeing that Maradona would sweep the national football elite alone, Zhuo Yang would have called him to save the field if Dionysus hadn't sent a small ocean far away in the United States. However, such a large Chinese team was crouching tiger, hidden dragon. At the critical moment, the Royal press officer Cheng Hao arrived in time.

Cheng Hao is from Xinjiang. It's a country of wine. A man who doesn't drink is better than a mangy dog. Cheng Hao was seven years old when he was a baijiu. He was a great occupation. So Cheng Hao's drink was just a finger - he drank it all the time.

Through the seamless connection of toast, Maradona, the ball king and wine king, immediately explained that he was stubborn because he didn't sneak under the table.

How can Cheng Hao, as an iron friend, be unaware of what Yang Chen can feel? But he is 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 is determined to support him. He has paid too much for football. If football no longer makes Zhuo Yang happy and then kidnaps him with responsibility, it is a crime.

So Cheng Hao won't inquire, let alone persuade Zhuo Yang. If Zhuo Yang doesn't quit, he will continue to be the Royal press officer. When Zhuo Yang quits, Cheng Hao also quits. He accompanies Zhuo Yang whatever he wants to do. He spends his time and drinks around the world. Anyway, he is not short of money.

.

The old horse is really drunk.

With the wheel battle and Cheng Haoshen's bottomless drinking capacity, Maradona was drunk and happy. After drinking, he told the truth, and the old horse exposed his ugliness recklessly.

"Little brother, guess how Zhuo Yang and I met?"

"The Great Barrier Reef... Fuck, that bubble of urine... My mouth still smells like quack, quack ~ ~" the whole beard and tail are poured clean.

Zhuo Yang couldn't stop it. He didn't even tell Kou Kou about it.

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 three more cups to finally end what happened that year. Vodka is really not covered. Three and three cups, Zhuo Yang also floated.

The wine is mellow, and the feast will end. Maradona swayed away under Oliva, and Kempinski sent people away. Yang Chen said to open a room on the spot for one night, but the ball king didn't promise.

He secretly told Zhuo Yang that tomorrow he would fly directly back to Argentina. Two days later, it was Oliva's birthday. The party had been arranged. He would propose to Oliva at the party.

With that, the king couldn't help eating a sauce bone with Oliva in public.

"Brother, congratulations and wish you success."

"Go!"

Looking at the staggering figure of the football king, Zhuo Yang sighed: "without him, there will be a lot less stories and happiness in the football world. I wish him a long life."

Yang Chen didn't drink much. The night breeze in St. Petersburg was cool. He kindly handed Zhuo Yang a cup of instant coffee to relieve the wine and said: "Zhuo team, whether Bailey or Maradona, has become a football story. They have left football."

"Captain Zhuo Yang, the football world can lack them, but not you."

Zhuo Yang smiled and patted Yang Chen on the shoulder without answering.

Wine emboldens the hero's courage, and wine is also a color matchmaker. Zhuo Yang's footsteps are floating, but his eyes looking at Kou Kou are full of color. The princess will not take this soft. She will tell her husband with shame. She can warn the husband: you can stir up war, but when the war is over, the palace has the final say.

That night, Kou Kou lost again, half a move.

The body fragrance in the bedroom is all the rage, and the sun warms the deep love in the room through the curtains. The couple who managed to tell the winner from the loser was happily sleeping back, but they were awakened by the hurried telephone ring.

Team leader Yang Chen went to the room like a fire: "team Zhuo, come on, something big has happened."