Godfather Of Champions

"Sir, do you need me to translate for you?" A nice female voice suddenly rang in Dun En's ear.

Dunn was taken aback, and was even more surprised when he saw clearly who this woman was lying in his ear and whispering softly.

"Christ!"

The person who bends down and lie in front of him, with a somewhat ambiguous posture, is Kris Gronia who hasn't seen her for a while.

"Hello, Tony, we meet again." Gronia saw Dunn turning her face, and stood up and reached out to him.

Now, Dunn finally couldn't see the scenery in her low-cut shirt.

"Why do you dress so professionally today?" Dunn's first sentence was not to say hello, but to ask about Gronia's dress.

Gronia laughed: "It turns out that Mr. Dunn has put his eyes on this." She also deliberately stood tall.

Dunn stood up a little embarrassed, couldn't sit by himself and talk to the standing lady, right? "You can't blame me, Chris. People always focus on a prominent spot unknowingly..."

Chris smiled and sat down: "Please sit down, Tony."

Dunn followed her to sit down again: "Why are you here?"

"AC Milan invited me to..." Gronia pointed to the stadium below, "discuss the shooting of a commemorative album for Dmitrio Albertini. It's because of you, Tony."

"Because of me?" Dunn didn't understand.

"Remember the character topic I did for you? The people in AC Milan were very interested in me because they saw this. They wanted to give Albertini a retirement gift, so they came up with this idea. But better than giving Your shooting is much simpler. My job is actually to reassemble and edit the video data provided by the Milan club."

Dunn snorted: "Really a cheap gift." There was another sentence he didn't say-compared with the gift I prepared.

"You're still the same, Tony." Gronia said with a smile, "always a very arrogant and great expression. Sometimes it's really annoying..."

She said that, but Gronia was not really annoying.

"Then do you hate me?"

Gronia looked at Dunn, this face made her unpleasant. She smiled and shook her head: "No, after seeing those hypocritical faces, I suddenly think your arrogant arrogance is a little cuter."

Dunn smiled, and then found another question: "Since you are the guest invited by AC Milan, why are you here? You shouldn't be..." Dunn pointed to the location of the main stand. "... there? How come here, it feels like being banished."

"So, are you Tony banished?"

Dunn shrugged: "I wasn't the one welcomed by the other party from the beginning? I only had a fight with AC Milan last summer. I can sit here only because Demi has a better personal relationship with me. What about you? You and AC Milan will never have an enemy, do you?"

"No, I told them that in order to observe the game and prepare for work, I need a quiet place. So... I just didn't expect you to be here."

"It seems we are really destined." Dun En laughed.

Now he and Gronia are the only two in this small box, and they can talk without scruples, regardless of how people around them look at them. The atmosphere is subtle, a little embarrassing, but a little exciting.

After realizing that there were only two of them in this room, both Dunn and Gronia were silent for a while. This silence seemed to be a torment, and Dunn took the lead to break.

"Uh, Chris... how are you in America?"

"Fortunately, the business is going well. I have a relationship here in Europe, and Hollywood needs the European market."

"Hehe, congratulations. Have you developed in the United States in the future?"

"No, running on both sides, thanks to the developed traffic." Gronia shrugged, then she glanced at Dun En, and the corner of her mouth suddenly curved. "Do you miss me, Tony?"

This "frivolous" woman! Dunn laughed and cursed in his heart. "Of course, my friend hasn't seen each other for many days, I will definitely miss it."

"Just... a friend?"

"We are not friends, so what else?" Dunn shrugged. Of course he could hear Gronia's overtones, but it was dangerous. He couldn't figure out whether this woman was serious about herself or was just an innocent joke among friends, not to mention that although Gronia was beautiful, she was also a smart woman. It just happened...too smart, Dunn didn't like a woman who was smarter than himself for a long time beside her pillow. He has a tendency to chauvinism for big men, and doesn't like strong women, such as Gronia and Tang Jing.

The difference between these two women is that Gronia is smarter than Tang Jing and knows how to pretend to be smart, so that she doesn't seem to be so domineering, but is more able to win the favor of men. And Tang Jing may be because of her younger age. She was too sharp and made herself stand out from the crowd. At the same time, the light also stung many people who wanted to approach him, and no one dared to approach her anymore.

Gronia was really smart, seeing that Dunn deliberately avoided this topic, she didn't continue. Just pointed to the following: "I'm out."

Dunn's attention came to the court in an instant. Sure enough, all preparations were made in the middle of the field, and the corridor in the corner of the field also extended a telescopic shed. There were many people around the exit, and the live broadcast had begun to arouse the emotions of the fans, and then he began to report the names of the famous rivers and lakes more than a decade ago, each of which could be exchanged for thunderous cheers.

The two people in the box stopped talking, watching the former heroes return to the green field in silence.

Albertini was the last to come out, holding his son, smiling, and wearing a red and black sword striped shirt, stepping on the turf of San Siro once.

At this moment, Albertini is the No. 4 of AC Milan again.

※※※

There is nothing to say goodbye to Sai Ben. If you want to watch the fierce confrontation here, you have come to the wrong place. As the AC Milan club publicity said: This is a gathering of old friends.

So everyone is here to play, the fun is the greatest, the outcome of the victory is secondary. Albertini took the lead to break the Barcelona veteran's gate with his best free kick, and then Basten also scored, causing a huge cheer in San Siro.

In the second half of the match between AC Milan and Barcelona, ​​Albertini still appeared on the court wearing a red and black sword striped shirt.

Seeing this scene, Dunn snorted.

Did Galliani and Ancelotti still consider De Miguel as a member of Milan today? This is really ironic, Demi once begged the club to let him stay here, even if he was a substitute. But no one satisfied his "humble" request, he was ruthlessly expelled from Milanello. If it weren't for Dunn, he might have to go to Atlanta to end his career and die in that kind of Serie A downstream team.

Now doing this in the farewell match makes Dunn feel more like a charity. Was it a kind of respect that once begged and hoped to fight for a life-long desire, but was easily squeezed into the hands in the irrelevant farewell match? What is the weight of the Milan jersey worn on Albertini? How did Albertini feel? Thank the club for making his dream come true at the last moment? But what use is this? He is about to retire! After today, he will never have the chance to wear his favorite jersey again! Does he want to wear it in an exhibition game that doesn't care about the outcome?

"...For a professional player, this is a'jacket', not a fucking'fashion'!"

Dunn was a little excited. When he was thinking about this in his heart, his mouth was squirming silently and muttering. In the end, he couldn't help but simply said what he was thinking in his heart, so that Gronia next to him could hear the truth.

Gronia looked at the angry Dun En from the side, and felt that this man's angry look was really charming... No wonder his players could be stirred up by a few words and played desperately.

He never concealed his emotions, whether he was happy or angry, he showed it so straightforwardly. This is very different from the hypocritical men that Gronia came into contact with. They always look like a polite gentleman in front of you. Who knows whether their eyes are on your thighs or your breasts? Maybe I was thinking about how wonderful it would be to roll over in bed with you.

Dunn wouldn't be like this, he would admit his nasty thoughts in his heart, he was really a villain. So most people don't like him. But Gronia was one of the few.

The second half is not over. There are still more than twenty minutes before Dunn’s memory of Albertini bidding farewell in front of the fans, but Dunn no longer wants to watch. He suddenly felt upset.

So he got up from his seat.

Gronia asked, "Where are you going? Tony."

"I'm sorry I can't be with you, Kris. I think I should go back to Nottingham."

"The game is not over yet..." Gronia pointed down.

Dunn squeezed out a smile: "It's not the final of an important game. I don't know the ending until the last second. The important thing about this kind of game is not the result, but the process..." He glanced down, "Moreover, I am here. Human...very sentimental, I'm afraid I will cry in front of you when I see Demi bid farewell later. That's not good, I'm very face-saving."

Gronia knew that Dunn was lying and making excuses, but she didn't break it.

"Then I'll take you down..." She thought of getting up, but Dunn pressed her shoulders.

"No, you can keep working."

Under Gronia's gaze, Dunn turned and went out.

※※※

Dunn didn't have the slightest nostalgia when he went out, put on sunglasses, and hurriedly left the brightly lit San Siro Stadium in the night. He was going to take the last flight back to England. Albertini had hoped that they would return to Nottingham together the next morning. But now Dunn temporarily changed his mind.

While waiting at the airport, estimated time, the game should have ended, Dunn sent a text message to Albertini, then turned off the phone, ready to board the plane.

Albertini saw this text message when he returned home very late. He had been with his friends before, and then socializing.

It was late when I got home, and the child had gone to bed with his wife. When he was about to take a bath, he took out his phone and found that there was an unchecked text message on it.

"I'm going back first, Demi. But I will give you a truly wonderful farewell game. It's not time to say goodbye to this stadium! Tony Dunn."

Looking at the text message in his hand, Albertini tilted his head and gave a chuckle.

He agreed with Dunn's last sentence-it's not time to say goodbye to this stadium. With half a season left, I just say goodbye to AC Milan tonight, not to the football stadium.

In any case, he is now a Nottingham Forest player and has a contract with the Forest team. He must fulfill this contract and bid farewell.

But in fact, he doesn't have a farewell match in himself. Today is enough. He is easily satisfied.

I wanted to reply to the message to thank the boss for his care, but looking at the time, Dunn had already returned to Nottingham to rest, so forget it. Anyway, I'm going to participate in team training tomorrow afternoon, thank you in person.

Albertini put the phone on the table and walked into the bathroom.

He did not exit the text message content interface, and the phone screen flashed a faint blue light in the dim room, and it faded after a while.

※※※

Albertini's guess was wrong. Even though Dunn arrived in Nottingham at this moment, he did not go to rest. He went to Kenny Burns' Forest Bar, and since he lived apart from Don, he has gone to this bar more often.

"Sorry, it's closed...Tony?" Burns was a little surprised seeing Dunn push the door in. "Aren't you supposed to be in Milan?"

"I came back early." Dunn patted his thigh with both hands.

"Why? The gathering of so many superstars still cannot attract you?" Kenny Burns joked with Dunn while wiping the glass.

"It's nothing, it's just that Demi suddenly feels uneasy. Give me a cup of energy." Dunn sat on the high stool in front of the bar, tapping his finger on the bar.

"You're still like that... closed and closed now." Burns pointed to the empty bar.

"If you don't charge me, wouldn't it be considered business?" Dunn smiled.

Hearing him say this, Burns filled Dunn with wine and pushed the quilt over: "Yes, come and pay together next time."

Dunn took the wine and poured half a glass of whiskey into his throat in one breath.

Kenny Burns took the empty glass from Dunn and filled it again in silence.

At this late hour, Dunn didn't go home directly, but ran over for a drink. Burns knew that Dunn must have something to talk to. What he needs at this time is a non-nonsense listener.

Sure enough, after drinking the second cup, Dunn told Burns what he saw at San Siro that night and what he thought at the time.

"Tony... Maybe Demi didn't think that way? Everyone has different views on the same thing. Maybe others like it. You think it's a charity. Maybe Demi really appreciates it? Boss. ……When Clough was still there, many people were upset that he hadn’t been awarded the Queen’s knight, but the boss didn’t care at all. Someone looked at the glory that was more important than anything, and he felt it was not as good as winning. The joy of a game. At the time of his death, there were media hype hoping that the Queen could grant him the Jazz. But let me say..." Burns laughed, "The boss must Will jump up from the grave and refuse."

"You can't change everyone's view of something, but you don't have to change your view because of others. That's it."

He took the wine glass that Dun En handed for the seventh time, but did not fill it up, but put it aside and looked at Dun En. "It's really closing this time, Tony."

Dunn jumped off the stool, his footsteps drifting a little.

"Thank you for the wine, Kenny. To thank you...hiccup!" Dunn burped a drink, pointed at Burns behind the bar and said, "I decided to give you a present!"

"I don't need your gift." Burns shrugged. "Don't forget to pay me for the wine. It's not easy to run a small business and make some money."

As if Dunn hadn’t heard Burns’s words, he said to himself: "I will definitely give you a gift, a big gift!" Standing in the middle of the bar, he opened his arms, but he stood a little bit. Unsteady, it took a turn to maintain balance.

"Hey, you are drunk, go home quickly. Do you want me to call you a taxi?" Burns smiled and looked at the silly Dunn.

"Kenny... hiccup! Do you think... think... the European Champions Cup trophy is worth the few glasses of wine you just bought me?" Dunn asked, staring at Burns.

Hearing Dunn's words, Burns's smile froze.

"You are drunk, Tony."

"No, I'm very clear-headed. Goodbye, Kenny." Tang En dashed around and walked to the door. As he walked, he muttered: "One plus one equals two, one plus two equals three, two three equal six, three three equals nine... Nine nines into one..."

After watching Dunn leave, Burns shrugged and continued to wipe the cup.

"It's really drunk..." (To be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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