Chapter 1180

No one answered the phone call to Totti. The media was calm and calm. It made Zhuoyang angry. Well, Totti, you want to wipe things out without saying a word with your position in Italy. Aren't you ashamed?

Know that Totti will play tricks, but Zhuoyang thinks he will call: Zhuoyang, good brother, brother I admit defeat. How about saving face for my brother? Please eat all over Rome another day.

If so, Zhuoyang would have a few jokes with Tohti, as long as Tohti can put down his body, in fact, this matter will be over. Facing the media, Zhuoyang will say: there is no gambling agreement, it's just you chasing after the wind and shadow. Kaka and Totti are both great players and my good friends.

But now Totti thinks it's impossible to be so quiet. He doesn't pay attention to Zhuoyang. The two European Golden Globes are just a rookie in Serie A. Zhuoyang was not happy. It was a serious matter. He would immediately summon the media to let go and force Totti to stand up and face what he said, but the fat guy Raiola stopped him.

If Zhuoyang does this, there will be no room to maneuver under the table. After all, Totti has a side of power in Italy. It will be very troublesome to get revenge with him. It is estimated that Totti also thought of this point, and expected that Zhuoyang would not face him easily, so he played a trick to turn it into invisible.

Zhuoyang stares into his eyes: what to do then? Let him not fart like this?

The fat man's teeth flash with a smile of wisdom: are you stupid? He uses the power of the earth's head to stop you. Of course, you should also use your strength. We don't have to come out in person, you are so so so so so

In the round table room of Milanello sports building, the Knights are gathering together for the last party at the end of the season. There is no fixed topic. The team has had a holiday, and they just talk about nothing.

People are trying to persuade Costacurta not to leave the round table group. At this time, there is a knock at the door of the conference room. This surprised the knights, because everyone in Milanello knows the rules, no one has bothered them in their meeting time for so many years, neither Galliani nor Braida.

The persistent knock on the door was still ringing. Brocchi, who was nearest to the door, looked at the crowd doubtfully, stood up and opened the door.

"Zhuoyang, why are you here?"

Zhuo Yang walked in with a smile on his face and nodded and bowed to all the people in the room: "everyone's boss is here. I've worked hard." He also held his fists in his hands and kept saluting.

Although no one dares to knock on the door of the round table, it's not taboo. The Knights of the round table won't pull any face because of it, and it's not a secret talk of the underworld.

"Zhuoyang, didn't you say you were going back to Hanover today? What's the matter? " Asked Maldini kindly.

"It's such a horse team. As the saying goes, it's difficult to find a round table. The round table is the lighthouse that guides Milanello, the helmsman of AC Milan in the sea, and the sun that never sets in Italy..."

A series of high hats, the beauty of the house and the ninth master all got goose bumps, but the old people like Baresi and tassoti were very useful.

"With the round table group behind us, we are all confident and happy when we go out. Brother Franco, do you think so? "

"It should be. The round table team is the backbone of our players." Barry the West smiles kindly.

"We AC Milan stand firm and proud in the world football, just because we have all the leaders and the round table knights working hard behind us, you are the life tutor of all Milan people, and you are the inestimable wealth of Milanello. Brother handcuffs, are you right about what I said? "

"Yes, you are right!" Tassoti is burning.

"I think everyone in Milan owes a thank you to the great Knights of the round table. Thank you, everyone! " Art students are full of deep feelings.

"You are welcome, Zhuoyang. This is what our round table group should do." Costacurta, the baton, was also touched.

Zhuoyang has already thumbed up. "In China, there is a group of people who are most respected. We call them intimate elder sister or neighborhood committee elder sister. I will not translate this. Anyway, they are the most respected people in the whole society. Like your knights of the round table, they are eager to think what the masses think. I am everyone and everyone is me. I'm eager for justice and justice, I'm generous and I'm not rich Speaking of this, Zhuo Yang rubbed his eyes. "Every time I see you, I think of my warm hometown."

"Zhuoyang, our round table team comes from the team and is a part of the team. Naturally, it is necessary to unite and maintain each of our players. There is no doubt about this." Maldini didn't know what Zhuoyang wanted to sell. "Zhuoyang, if you have something to do with us, you can say it directly. If it's OK, you can wait for a moment and go for tea later. "

"No, no, brother Paul. I'm going to the airport right now, and I'm going back to Hanover. " Zhuoyang tried to adjust his mood, but his face was still obviously sad and sad. "I just have a little grievance. A lonely person in a foreign country can't find someone to talk to. Thinking of the warm round table group, I can't help coming over. Nothing. Excuse me, I'll leave now... "He didn't even move his feet, but looked down as if he had suffered a lot.

Not only crosstalk, a lot of things have to have a good laugh. Favalli at the other end of the round table waved: "don't worry, Zhuo Yang, wait first. What's the matter? Let's listen to it. How can the round table see you wronged? "

Zhuoyang said in his heart, "Pharaoh is righteous!"! Nine ye, eight ye, inner beauty and PI Shao are all together: Yes, yes, talk about it!

"Ah -" a long sigh broke his heart, and a dozen pairs of eyes stared at Zhuo Yang.

"No wonder others can only blame me, a foreigner, for not knowing the height of the earth and provoking the wrong people. I'm just a rookie. I don't have much in Italian football, I don't have much in me, and I can't make any contribution to AC Milan... " Good guy, 13 goals and 24 assists, without Zhuoyang Champions League final, nine times out of ten, we will lose. If this is not called contribution, everyone here can almost die.

"Zhuoyang, who bullied you in the end? Look at my temper. I'm in a hurry!" Favalli stood up, staring.

"Totti! Francesco Totti. " Zhuoyang is determined immediately. "I accidentally offended Totti, who dominates the south of Apennine, is proud of the north shore of the Mediterranean Sea and is invincible in Rome."

"Kaka and I are betting with Totti that the best shooter is obviously our own personal business, nothing to do with the team! But Totti, in his capacity as the king of Rome, was arrogant when he lost, which was too bullying, wasn't it? "