Turin, Serie A Turin Club Training Ground.

The players of the Turin team are training in group training under the leadership of assistant coach Costakuta. In three days, the new Serie A season is about to begin. The first game of Turin is to challenge the Blue Eagles Lazio away.

Accompanied by his assistant, Caillo stood quietly on the sidelines and watched the team training. It was obvious that the Chairman was very dissatisfied with the team's head coach Novellino taking leave at such a critical moment.

Recoba was injured on the leg and did not train with the team, so he received massage from the team doctor on the sidelines.

Mr. Chairman still attaches great importance to Recoba, which is the most famous player in the team now. According to Caillo's idea, he is always a little older, but his ability is there. What he prays now is that the Uruguayans should not be injured anymore. As long as Recoba can play half of his skills, it will be of great help to the team. The key is that this kind of good luck seems to have never encountered the unlucky Uruguayans, and their careers are almost always fighting against injuries.

"Alvaro, how do you feel?" Cairo walked forward and asked with concern.

"It's much better, Mr. Chairman, thank you. You should be able to play the first game." Recoba said lightly. Recoba was quite grateful for the intake of Turin. He wanted to prove to Mr. Moratti that he was not old yet, and he was still the top Recoba! Recoba who could do everything!

A loud bang came, and Kairo shook his head helplessly, his eyes becoming more and more gloomy.

Belanovic received a long pass from Korini, successfully counterattacked and cut into the penalty area, drifted past goalkeeper Abiatti, and shot a strong shot on the goal post and bounced out. The Japanese player Daguchi, who followed, made a follow-up shot and shot with a kick. Facing the empty goal, he actually hit the card behind the goal----

Kairo looked at Darkishi and shook his head. If it weren't for the sponsorship of Japanese companies, he wouldn't have brought this Asian person. Asians were indeed not the material for playing football, and even the Asian football powerhouse Japan is no exception.

At this time, when Caillo saw Costa Cuta beside him, he suddenly remembered the Chinese player Albertini and Costa Cuta jointly recommended for him. He felt a stir in his heart. The Japanese player is so virtuous, let alone Chinese. However, when he remembered the common praise of these two former Milan stars, the most important text message on the waist phone was still there. Dmit sent a message to Caillo, repeatedly saying that this Chinese is a genius.

Caillo admired Albertini very much. If he hadn't decided to retire, the President of Torino would have considered inviting him to Torino for another year.

"Dimi's vision should be OK!" Kairo decided not to think about the Chinese player anymore and comforted himself. Anyway, a young player doesn't have much investment, so let's talk about it when he comes.

At this time, Ventola, the main player on the field, shot with a close shot and directly shot the plane.

Kairo couldn't stand it anymore, so he called his assistant and left with a dark face.

It suddenly started raining in Liege, Belgium. This season, it rarely rains. Through the thick grinding glass, you can see the water droplets slowly sliding down.

"Dimi! I've decided! Go to Turin!" Xiangnan's eyes were firm, "But I want to go home and say to my grandmother first. Although I made a decision, I still need to obtain the consent of the old man!"

"Okay, Andre!" Albertini nodded, expressing his understanding, "Okay, Andre, then I'll wait for your phone number. It's better to reply to me this afternoon, I'll prepare first."

"Thank you, Demi." Xiangnan sincerely expressed his gratitude.

"When the time comes to Turin, just play football well. I have guaranteed Mr. Caillo. You can't lose my reputation as Albertini!" Albertini was in a good mood when he saw Xiangnan agreeing, "As for the school, don't worry, Carl will help you."

Albertini looked at the young Chinese boy and said seriously, "Andre, I don't want your anger to blind you. Pato won the Club World Cup championship and he proved himself, so Milan is willing to spend 22 million euros for him. If you prove yourself in Turin, I believe Mr. Galliani will regret his hasty decision today, but will be happy to bring you to San Siro. You will always speak on your strength on the football field!"

Xiangnan nodded seriously, thanking Demi for his teachings.

"Okay, Demi!" Xiangnan stretched out his hand, "Wait for my call."

Albertini also reached out and clenched tightly in Xiangnan, "Good luck, Andre."

When he walked to the door, Xiangnan walked back as if he had remembered something, and took out a small notebook from his waist, "Dimi, can you sign me?"

Albertini was stunned and laughed, "I'm happy to serve!"

Xiangnan drove the classic car in Ximang and ran home all the way; he was still thinking about how to convince his grandma to agree to go to Torino to play football.

Xiangnan also considered his studies and asked Carl to help him apply to the school to transfer to the school and take the rest of his courses at the University of Turin. Therefore, the old man’s most concerned diploma problem has been properly solved.

Just like most Chinese, the elderly attach great importance to their children's diplomas, which is the same as domestic parents. After all, the blood of China is inherited and the cultural influence over thousands of years is like this.

"I should agree!" Xiangnan thought for a while and comforted himself.

Surprisingly, grandma was in Turin and started to play profession as a promising profession, but she didn't object and agreed directly.

Xiangnan didn't think much about it. Anyway, the most important thing now is that the old man agreed, which is more important than anything else.

Grandma only said one thing, which was a piece of advice to her grandson, "The road is chosen by myself. If you want to do it, you must be the best one!"

Xiangnan nodded heavily and kept the old man's words in his heart. It should be said that the influence and education that Xiangnan received since childhood is the "forever to strive for the first place" of the Chinese people. He strives for perfection and first place in everything he does.

With the help of my grandmother, I packed up my salute. The old man might have thought that his grandson would go out alone to explore, and his mood was very conflicted. Neither grandson spoke like that, the atmosphere was a bit dull and the sad parting.

Xiangnan looked at the old man who raised him with one hand, and his nose turned around and wiped away his tears. Xiangnan has always been a strong child, and this should be one of the few times this child has shed tears when he grew up so old.

"Okay, it's so big, I'm still crying." Grandma took a towel to help Xiangnan wipe her tears, "Go, say goodbye to Ximang and the others! Remember, friends are your eternal wealth."

He drove the classic car in Ximang south, and drove very slowly. Suddenly, he wanted to take a closer look at this place where he had lived for more than ten years.

Arrive at the banks of the Meuse River, stop the car to the south and walk out of the car door.

The Meuse River is always like this, quiet and busy, quiet because there is less noise. People are either surfing or racing, enjoying themselves, and busy because the busy small cargo ships and barge channels on the tributaries of the canal are the main theme.

Along the Meuse River, see the world's largest teted’nnev rose garden, towering with spherical dome churches and Bead Rocks Dedinan City-----

A fresh river breeze blew, and I felt a sense of comfort towards the south. I felt extremely happy in my heart, roaring and roaring towards the flowing river.

Get in the car and drive at full speed, Ximang's classic car let out a rumbling roar and drove towards rttlmn like lightning.

After thinking about it, Xiangnan felt that being a person should be kind, so he would call first, "Hi, Ximang, I'm sorry, something happened to your baby's classic car, I really--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ximang roared angryly from the other end of the phone, followed by a complaint from a sexy hot girl, "Ximang, am I not as important as your classic car?"

"No! Dear, it's much more important than you." Ximang smiled at his sweetheart hot girl, and then Ximang yelled at the phone, "Nan, you wait---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Hang up the phone and laughed at Nan. If that's not the case, do you know when Ximang will get up? Hehe, the energy-filled guy in the estrus season.
Chapter completed!