Chapter 1063

Milanello is a pilgrimage place for red and black fans and a tourist attraction on the outskirts of Milan. Many travel agencies will take it as a tour. Especially for those travel groups from China, watching Zhuoyang training is a very good gimmick. Whether fans or not, they are interested in such travel arrangements.

Of course, you can't complain when you happen to meet the team on the rest day or Zhuoyang is not in Milanello. No one can command AC Milan club. Zhuoyang is not a monkey in the zoo. It's not his job to wait for others to watch him.

Milanello will charge these travel agencies for tickets. The price is relatively reasonable. In fact, the club can't see this small money. The purpose of collecting fees is to have a threshold and control the size and quantity of the tour group. Otherwise, all the cats and dogs will flock to the club, which will crowd out the fans who come to the pilgrimage.

Milanello will never charge for the fans who come here and the tourists who travel alone. It goes without saying that most of the fans who come from the city have a red and black heart. Because Milanello is more than 40 kilometers away from the city center, it's hard for people who don't really like AC Milan to 'pass' around.

In the specified opening hours, you can watch the players' training in the specified area. After the training, the players will come over to take a photo. This is the work that each professional club provides for the players, as important as the training match.

If it's the team's day off, visitors can even stroll around in the open area of Milanello, no problem with picnics and outings. Because many AC Milan players live in Milanello, they often see an idol taking pictures with the fans in front of the barbecue.

Of course, Milanello is not open every day. After all, it is the most professional football training base in the world, not a fan park built for fans. The opening date and time of each month will be announced in San Siro a long time in advance, and will be advertised in the "Gazzetta dello Sport" to try not to let the fans run around.

Today is the opening day of Milanello. There are about 800 fans and tourists outside the rope circle watching the players' training.

In general, Milanello will control the number of people who come in the same day to 300, 500 and 800 levels according to the needs of the team or the reasons for tactical training. In case of any travel group coming, it will increase as appropriate, but it will not exceed 1000 at most. Fans coming from far away are not limited by the number of fans, and the farther away they are, the better. If you are a dusty Chinese, take out the air tickets from Shanghai to Milan and show them to the staff. Even if it is not an open day, they will allow you to go in for a walk. Of course, Brazilians can do just as well with Sao Paulo tickets. Italians are more accommodating than Germans.

After the group training, Zhuoyang and his teammates walked through the fan gathering area to sign and take photos for everyone. There were many Mandarin shouts with various accents around: Zhuoyang, Zhuoyang

This year, more and more Chinese or Chinese people have come here, accounting for one third of the total number, and there is a trend of increasing.

All of this is due to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang also tries to meet the demands of these compatriots. However, it is obviously unrealistic for everyone to take care of it, and the workload will be too long if it is too large. Zhuoyang, like his teammates, will slowly walk along the edge of the rope circle and meet who is who.

In this case, those who can squeeze into the front row will have more opportunities. However, in terms of how to push forward, the Chinese people who have experienced the influence of the Spring Festival are invincible in the world, so the front row positions are basically occupied by the Chinese. As for the eastern faces who have been pushed to the last row, they are Chinese living in Europe, needless to say.

Zhuoyang signed for everyone with a smile, and when he reached for his cell phone or camera, he would turn his smile a little more brightly. If the group photo is a beautiful Chinese girl, he will take the initiative to hug his shoulder and put his head together. The girl's boyfriend laughs more happily than Zhuoyang.

Zhuo Yang's eyes are sharp. As soon as he let go of a beautiful girl from Hunan, he saw a worried Chinese looking man at the back of the crowd, waving and jumping at him.

Zhuoyang is a little strange. He is dressed formally and dressed in suits. He doesn't feel like a fan or a tourist at all. Besides, he is a middle-aged man.

Among the visitors to Milanello, there are not many middle-aged people. Sometimes there are some in the tourist group, but not in the fan group. Most of the middle-aged people in the tour group are in a busy mood, and they will not be as anxious and urgent as this one.

Seeing a person who is so out of group, Zhuo Yang, who has a strong observation ability, can't help noticing. Seeing that he waves at himself desperately, he also waves at him from the sky, which is regarded as interaction.

But the middle-aged man is still not satisfied, but more anxious, while shaking his toes and waving, he also pulled his voice to call Zhuoyang's name.

Men are in their forties and fifties. They wear gold glasses and sleek appearance, and the handmade trimming suit they wear is very exquisite. If he is not in a hurry at the moment, he should exude the temperament of a standard intellectual or engineer.One after another, Zhuo Yang felt compassion. This man and his father, Zhuo Tongtong, are similar in some aspects. No matter their age or overall temperament, or some details are exquisite, they are a little consistent with their father.

"Would you please give this gentleman a place to come forward? Thank you. "

After greeting him several times with different languages, these people in front of him reluctantly let out a gap and let the middle-aged man squeeze into Zhuoyang's front.

Obviously, the man is a very cultured gentleman. When he came here, he kept talking about three grams of oil and saury to the people beside him. He didn't mind that these people had pushed him dizzy in an instant.

"Hello, sir. Do you want me to sign for you? " Zhuoyang is very kind to such a middle-aged man, so he greets him very politely in English.

"Zhuoyang, it's me," he said! Don't you know me? " The visitor stared at him with expectant eyes.

Zhuoyang is quite scratching his head, his brain is running fast, but suddenly he can't remember who he is or where he has seen him. "Excuse me Are you

"I'm your uncle sun! Don't you remember me? "

Uncle sun? Which uncle sun? Zhuo Yang has made a quick round of all the elders named sun or Xun in his memory, but no one is the one in front of him.

"Sun Uncle Excuse my memory, sir... "

"Zhuoyang, I'm Yumei's father. I'm your uncle sun. "