Golden Greenery

It was lunch time, and the Chinese team members collectively went to the hotel restaurant to eat a customized buffet. Zhuo Yang treated Maradona and Oliva to a luxurious Russian banquet in the small restaurant.

Team leader Yang Chen and assistant coach Lombardo were brought in to keep him company. Of course, Zhuo Yang couldn't be counted as forcibly recruiting him.

In fact, Yang Chen took the initiative to come up. As the leader of the national team and the nominal direct and supreme leader of the expeditionary national football team, he came forward and tried to use public funds to entertain the world-renowned star Diego Maradona. This shows that The banquet was semi-official.

Chinese people travel to every corner of the world and will never lack etiquette for anything.

And Attilio Lombardo is barely an acquaintance of the former Serie A player. Lombardo is six years younger than Lao Ma, but they didn't have much contact when they were playing football. The first two years when Lombardo rose to prominence at Sampdoria were the last two years of the polo king's reign in Naples.

As for the head coach Sforza, he just came over to give Lao Ma a courtesy hug and was squeezed by his big belly. Yang Chen and Zhuo Yang are both absent. Such a big team cannot be without someone who is in charge. Moreover, Sforza and Maradona don't really have any friendship. They are also ten years younger in age, so they don't join in the fun.

Koko is here too. Her Royal Highness the Princess was not willing to give face to the Polo King or Oliva. She really lay down comfortably all day, feeling lazy and lazy. She was hungry but no one could stop her.

In the presence of the true God, Oliva did not dare to continue to be a demon, so she bowed obediently, and Kou Kou returned the favor like a spring breeze.

Oliva is so envious. Zhuo Yang and Kou Kou inadvertently had a warm look in their eyes. Kou Kou naturally held Zhuo Yang's arm, and leaned her head lightly on his shoulder slightly tiredly. The two of them, the talented man and the beautiful woman, instantly understood each other. Made in heaven.

It's not like some bad men and women who chew bones in public if they don't agree with each other.

We are not afraid of comparing goods, but we are afraid of comparing ourselves to others. Oliva smiled reservedly, while serving Maradona's still lingering chatter as gracefully as possible, while trying her best to hide her disgust for this short, fat man.

With a shout, the chef of Kempinski Hotel St. Petersburg got busy, and soon seven plates and eight bowls were brought out according to personal preference.

Granulated black caviar, arctic salmon, salmon, herring, game soufflé with mayonnaise, star sturgeon aspic, sour cream mushrooms, Caucasian pickles, steamed trout with prawns, kachapuri, hazelnut chicken , of course, French consommé and borscht are also indispensable.

There is nothing too awesome about Russian cuisine, this set is completely standard for a state banquet.

Everyone here is well-informed about food. They have either traveled far and wide, or have experienced the influence of China's gorgeous food. The meal-sharing system will not cause the tragedy of eating plates in rural areas. It doesn’t matter what you eat, it’s who you eat with that matters.

Kou Kou is a quiet person in public, Oliva can't talk much, Yang Chen is reserved and steady, and he is very preoccupied today. In addition, he only speaks good German, so he doesn't talk much.

Maradona is quite talkative, Zhuo Yang can be a talker, Lombardo is a joker, and all three of them are proficient in more than one language, so the dinner table is basically their business, Italian, Spanish and The English is mixed and seamless, blah blah blah blah blah.

This scene is very similar to the night market on the streets of Xi'an.

Along the Longhai Railway in Xi'an, there are many citizens whose ancestral origins are from Henan. In addition, after the rapid development of the city, the world is harmonious. The so-called "post-2000 students cannot speak dialects", so a group of buddies who grew up in the night market are drinking and eating. Meat, it is normal to switch channels at any time while speaking Shaanxi, Henan, and Mandarin.

Zhuo Yang and Maradona had a deep conversation in the small conference hall all afternoon.

Lao Ma talked a lot, and many of his words were turned over and over again, but the meaning he wanted to express was completely understood.

Lao Ma believes that Zhuo Yang has the football ability to put the individual above the team, which is exactly the same as Pele's view.

Pele’s ‘Talent Theory’, he said Zhuoyang should become the master of football;

Maradona's 'Heroism', he said that football is an individual sport, a sport of personal heroism.

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

Football is an individual sport, and those with extraordinary talent should become the masters of football. This concept was unheard of, and Zhuo Yang had never thought in this direction.

Don’t underestimate the ancients, and never underestimate the old-timers. The two golf champions not only have false reputations under the clouds, they are experts with real skills.

Regardless of the purpose for which Pele and Maradona personally came to give Zhuoyang some advice, whether they couldn't hold back their itch, whether they hated iron but not steel, or whether heroes cherish heroes, Zhuoyang felt their sincerity.

So he seriously drank three glasses of Belenikaya vodka with Maradona without cheating.

I had already talked to my heart's content in the afternoon, so instead of continuing the conversation at the dinner table, the man's bragging naturally started. Dirty jokes are not appropriate, nagging about the turmoil in the past, recalling the turbulent years in the past, and then trying to mess with the three-legged cats in today's football world. These are all things that men like to see when they drink.

But when it comes to drinking, Lao Ma has a lot to drink. Three glasses of wine are just a gargle, and they are just the key to the vast ocean of wine.

Zhuo Yang's advice to him was also sincere: "Brother Ma, I heard that your stomach and heart are not feeling well. Let's take it easy and drink happily."

‘Boom! ’ Maradona slammed the wine glass onto the table and looked at him coldly without saying a word. In an instant, the aura of the ball king filled the air, and there was a slight embarrassment around the table.

Zhuo Yang was a human spirit after all, so his expression changed immediately.

"Brother, I was wrong. Don't say anything and punish yourself with a drink." 'Tut'er' drank the drink. "If I don't keep my brother company with me today, I won't have the shame to go back to China."

"Quack, quack, quack~~" The old horse laughed loudly, and the laughter was greasy, like an ancient poem that has been passed down through the ages - fried loquat mixed with noodles.

Three more drinks followed, and Zhuo Yang couldn't stand it any longer. He liked drinking, and he liked the feeling of being tipsy, not an alcoholic. Zhuo Yang's drinking capacity has always been average.

Lombardo immediately stepped in, he had a good drinking capacity. But when compared with Lao Ma, just like the difference in skills between them, Lombardo lost faster than on the court.

After Yang Chen had two drinks, he found that the vodka was too strong and he did not dare to continue.

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

Zhuo Yang's mood in the past two days was a bit subtle, and it couldn't be said to be strange, but as a colleague who worked together, Yang Chen felt something strange.

It is not that the national football team has experienced failures. Zhuo Yang's national football team has also experienced ups and downs. South Africa lost the 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 was a smart man, and he had a premonition that the most terrifying thing might be happening.

The top management of Chinese football, including management like Yang Chen, have actually been on tenterhooks for the past two years because Zhuo Yang is already 33 years old. Time is not forgiving, but it is simply unimaginable for the national football team to lose Zhuo Yang.

33 is a sensitive age for football. It is neither too old nor too young. Retirement or not is just a matter of thought, but Chinese football and the national football team are not mentally prepared to lose Zhuoyang at all.

The World Cup is important, but Yang Chen believes that if all Chinese people were to choose, no World Cup would be as important as Zhuo Yang.

Yang Chen had a premonition about something, but he didn't dare to ask. I can only take advantage of Maradona's visit to accompany and make Zhuoyang happy. As long as the most terrible thing doesn't happen, let alone a meal, just let him pull a knife to bleed.

But drinking is really not good. This thing requires hard strength. Yang Chen, who is extremely self-disciplined, has still maintained a well-proportioned figure after retiring for many years, and he has no ability to drink at all.

Seeing that Maradona was about to sweep the national football elite single-handedly, if Bacchus hadn't discovered that Xiao Haiyang was far away in the United States, Zhuo Yang would have definitely called him to come to the rescue. However, the huge Chinese team was crouching tiger, hidden dragon, and at the critical moment, the Queen's Press Officer Cheng Hao arrived in time.

Cheng Hao is from Xinjiang, which is a country of wine. Men who don’t drink are worse than mangy dogs. Cheng Hao started drinking baijiu at the age of seven, and being a reporter is a profession that requires a lot of alcohol, so Cheng Hao's drinking capacity is limited to one finger - he drinks all the time.

With the seamless transition of toasting and a brief introduction to Chinese wine culture, Maradona, the football king and wine king, immediately confessed that he was stubborn for not sneaking under the table.

How could Cheng Hao, as a close friend, not notice something that Yang Chen could sense? It's just that he is more indifferent than Yang Chen and others, and his starting point when looking at the problem is closer to Zhuo Yang's interests.

If Zhuo Yang was determined to retreat, Cheng Hao was determined to support him. He has paid too much for football. If football no longer makes Zhuoyang happy, it would be a crime to kidnap him with responsibility.

Therefore, Cheng Hao would not inquire, let alone advise Zhuo Yang. If Zhuo Yang refused to retire, he would continue to be the Queen's Press Officer. If Zhuo Yang retired, Cheng Hao would also retire. He would accompany Zhuo Yang in whatever he wanted to do, traveling around the world in a debauched manner, and he was not short of money anyway.

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Lao Ma is really drunk.

The wheel battle coupled with Cheng Hao's bottomless drinking capacity made Maradona drunk and happy. Telling the truth after drinking, Lao Ma exposed himself regardless.

"Little brother, how do you think Zhuoyang and I met?"

"Great Barrier Reef...fuck, that pee...I still have a nasty taste in my mouth, quack quack~~" Quanxu poured it all out.

Zhuo Yang couldn't stop him at all. He didn't even tell Kou Kou about this.

Cheng Hao, Yang Chen, Lombardo, and Oliva all looked at Zhuo Yang in horror: Eleven years ago, you were so fierce...

Zhuo Yang was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to punish himself with three more cups to finally put an end to what happened that year. The vodka was really not covered. After three cups, Zhuo Yang was also drunk.

The wine is in full swing, and the feast finally comes to an end. Maradona swayed away under Oliva, and Kempinski sent him off in a special car. Yang Chen said that he would stay in a room for one night, but the ball king refused.

He secretly told Zhuo Yang that he would fly back to Argentina tomorrow. It would be Oliva's birthday in two days. The party had been arranged and he was going to propose to Oliva at the party.

After saying that, the ball king couldn't help but gnaw the bones with Oliva in public.

"Brother, congratulations and wish you success."

"gone!"

Seeing the figure of the football king staggering away, Zhuo Yang sighed softly: "Without him in the football world, there will really be fewer stories and happiness. I wish him a long life."

Yang Chen did not drink too much, and the night breeze in St. Petersburg was cool. He thoughtfully handed Zhuo Yang a cup of instant coffee to relieve his hangover, and said: "Team Zhuo, whether Pele or Maradona, has become the story of football. They have become the story of football." Away from football.”

"Captain Zhuoyang, the football world can lack them, but it cannot lack you."

Zhuo Yang smiled and patted Yang Chen's shoulder without answering.

Wine strengthens the courage of heroes, and wine is also a matchmaker for sex. Zhuo Yang's steps were swaying, but the eyes he looked at Kou Kou were unabashedly full of lust. How could Her Majesty the Princess give in to this weakness? She shyly warned her husband: You can start a war, but I have the final say when the war will end.

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

The bedroom is filled with body fragrance, and the sun shines through the curtains, warming the room with deep love. The couple, who had finally decided the winner, were sleeping happily when they were awakened by the rapid ringing of the phone.

The leader of the team, Yang Chen, looked like he was on fire: "Captain Zhuo, hurry up, something big has happened."