Lbcern Cafe is located next to a small square, not in the downtown area, and there is also a small church next to it, a very quiet place.

If it weren't for the natives of Turin, it would be difficult to find it easily. This small cafe seems to carry too many memories of Turin's medieval life in Europe, whether it is the ancient bcern.bcern coffee passed down from generation to generation, or the ancient architectural pattern in the cafe with rich traces of the medieval European era.

Lin Han finally found this place, but fortunately, there is free parking in the square outside the cafe.

"Hello sir, what do you need?" Mrs. Costa looked at Lin Han. Since Andre came to Turin, there seemed to be much more Chinese in Turin than before.

"Hello, I made an appointment with a friend to meet here." Lin Han was surprised at the beauty of Mrs. Costa, which was different from the current fashion beauty. The lady in front of her had the beauty of a European medieval lady.

"Ah, you are Andre's friend. He just called and asked if you have arrived. Something needs to be dealt with on his side. Then he will come here later." Mrs. Costa led Lin Han to the window seat of the cafe. "Please sit. Andre's favorite location in this location, I believe you will also like it."

Lin Han thanked him and sat down.

Through the caressed glass, you can see the scenery outside. This location is facing the small church next to the square, giving people a feeling of soul stability.

"Please use it. This is the most distinctive bcern.bcern Andre said on the phone, "Please drink bcern.bcern This is Andre's favorite, I believe you will like it."

"Thank you, madam!"

"There are still the latest newspapers today on the table. You can take a look. Andre will come here in a while."

"OK, thanks."

Lin Han was not surprised that he had such a familiar relationship with the shop owner, Tong Xiangnan. The familiar feeling was like the neighbors and boys next door, and there was no snobbish element. This is the common feature of some European stars. These stars are just ordinary ones, with a gentlemanly style, without being too arrogant or domineering.

I picked up the newspaper on the table and it was all about the end of the Serie A league yesterday. Since this is Turin.^^            ^^ Then obviously, the focus of the report was the thrilling Turin derby that just ended.

In this game, Lin Han was watching the game on the spot, so he felt more deeply.

"Prince Andre's Turin Derby!!"

This is the front page title of the Turin Post, accompanied by a large photo of Xiangnan kissing the Turin logo on the jersey after a second equalizer.

Now everyone in Turin knows that the Turin Post and Turin Sports support Turin and Juventus respectively. The two media have slandered each other and attacked each other on their own platforms, which has also raised the confrontation between the two clubs to a new height. This different height is based on the emergence of Turin this season.

Confrontation is based on a certain level of strength. Without strength, all confrontation or counterattacks are empty talk and big talk.

The Turin Post's own article titled "Prince Andre's Turin Derby!!" reads:

"It's Andre again, Prince Andre of Turin, who once again scored a goal to fight back against all the contempt of Turin. The rumors and attacks of the young prince were defiant, and Turin also proved to all the teams in the Apennines with his own performance in this derby. The once omnipotent Turin dynasty is back.

We have been waiting for 60 years, half a century, the Mediterranean sea water is filled with the tears of the Turin people, and the cold wind in the Alps also pours out the flames of the Turin people's revival...

Going forward to Turin!! We love you, Prince Andre!.”

"Andre's performance is amazing, isn't it?" Mrs. Costa's voice awakened Lin Han from the nostalgic and revival atmosphere rendered in this article.

"Yes. Great. The performance in Turin is great too!!"

"Uh, I'm not a fan of Turin. I don't care about football anymore. I just want to say that Andre did a good job. Whether it's off-court or inside, this big boy from China made me meet the distant country of China for the first time. He is very outstanding!!"

Mrs. Costa's words made Lin Han fall into deep thought.

Lin Han could see that it was a heartfelt praise, not a natural routine flattery by foreigners. I don’t know when it started, but foreigners seemed to have reached a consensus that Chinese people like to listen to good things, so sugar-coated shells and ecstasy soup were all over the country. As a football journalist, Lin Han knew the most about this.\\\\\

What's ridiculous is that whenever these praises come from abroad---

The Chinese team performed very well, I really don’t understand why such an outstanding team did not make it to the World Cup?

The World Cup without the Chinese team is imperfect. As the host, we feel extremely regretful!

Thinking about these reports that made z--e complacent, Lin Han felt a little vomiting. This old football worker now knows the current situation in his country than anyone else.

Xiangnan drove the Hummer 2 that he had finally gotten from Ziophie's hands, and was so traffic jam all the way. Finally, when Ximang, who was sitting in the back seat, rushed to the lbcern cafe when he was almost asleep.

"Hello, reporter Lin, I've been waiting for you for a long time. I'm sorry, there's traffic jam all the way." Xiangnan first apologized to Lin Han. In Xiangnan's opinion, being late is a very rude thing.

"Nothing. I've just arrived not long ago, thank you for bcern.bcern tastes good."

"Let me introduce it. This is my good friend Ximang. Now he is also my agent---" Xiangnan pointed to Ximang.

"Hello, Mr. Simang."

"Hello, Andrey mentioned you to me!"

"Madam, have a cup of bcern.bcern and a cup of pineapple egg tart ice cream. The fat man next to me last time ate the pineapple egg tart ice cream you made with your own hands, it was so delicious."

"Okay, Andre, I'm glad you guys like it!"

Lin Han felt that Xiang Nan had a little prepared for bringing his agent over. He should have expected it long ago and asked his agent to accompany him. It is very common in Europe.

Xiangnan looked at reporter Lin Han who was a little lost, remembering the call the reporter called last night. He was also thinking in his heart...

"Reporter Lin, what I said on the phone is not very clear. Can you say it again in detail?" Xiangnan took the bcern.bcern coffee handed over by Mrs. Costa, and stirred it carefully.\\\\\\\

"Okay!" Lin Han calmed down his thoughts.

"I was commissioned by zngg--ze officials to talk to you about the Chinese national team---" Lin Han said while observing Xiangnan's expression, but he did not see any big expression fluctuations in this popular Serie A rookie.

"Yeah, yeah!" Xiangnan nodded and signaled Lin Han to continue.

"The Chinese national team will start its own 2010 South Africa World Cup qualifiers on October 21. Now the roster of the competition is about to be announced. As far as I know, Xiangnan's name is also on it--"

"I want to say something. When Andre knew nothing about this, zngg--ze did this..." Ximang said in the side.

"The list has not been announced yet!" Lin Han explained, "There is a link here that needs to be solved---"

"Can I ask what the link is?" Xiangnan asked.

"This, this--" Lin Han hesitated for a moment, "Okay, zngg--ze hopes that Mr. Xiangnan can hold a press conference in Italy to express his strong desire to join the Chinese national team. zngg--ze will then express his consideration of accepting you to join the Chinese national team."

Lin Han almost finished speaking in one breath. He was afraid that he would not be able to say it once he paused. This was the original words from China. Thinking about it, Lin Han felt a little sad.

He couldn't understand how the men in China considered it. Is it so important that the so-called zeal is so important?

"Is it because I grew up abroad?" Xiangnan raised his head and looked at Lin Han who was a little embarrassed.

"This---" Lin Han felt that he was facing Xiang Nan's questioning eyes. He was a little speechless. At this moment, he was no longer the omnipotent reporter. He was just facing the torture of a big boy's soul.

"I don't understand the procedures of zngg--ze, but one thing I want to add is that a few days ago, I just received a call from the head coach of the Belgian national team, Mr. Van der Reychen, who invited Andre to join the Belgian national team!" Simong took out a fax from him, "This is the fax from Mr. Van der Reychen. If Andre agrees, the Belgian Football Association will help Andre solve the nationality problem in the shortest time.^^            ^^"

Xiangnan turned his head and looked at Ximang. Ximang had never mentioned this before.

"Ximang, why don't I know at all?"

"Andre, you have been preparing for the Turin derby these days. I am afraid that it will affect your game status, so I haven't told you yet." Ximang felt Xiangnan's inquiring eyes.

Lin Han felt a chill deep in his heart. He was like a proud master. He wanted the big boy on the opposite side to join the national team crying and shouting. There was the Belgian national team with the Little Red Devils City in Europe. He was already taking action. His attitude was also very enthusiastic. This is two completely different attitudes towards a football genius!!

Attitude determines everything Lin Han suddenly remembered the words of Milutinovic, the land manager of the landscaping team that led the Chinese national team to the World Cup, which was once hanged by the masters every day. It feels like it is the most ironic joke in the world!!

This joke is not funny at all!!!

Lin Han was extremely scolding in his heart!!

Xiangnan didn't say anything, he was thinking. Although Xiangnan, who grew up in Brazil and Belgium, occasionally returned to China twice, he had almost no impression of the Chinese national team.

If you have an impression, it was when Xiangnan was 13 years old, he once watched a game.

The Chinese national team played against Brazil in the World Cup.

However, after only watching half the game, Xiangnan turned off the TV in disappointment...

After that, Xiangnan has not paid attention to this information about the Chinese national team.

"Reporter Lin. Can you tell me about the current situation of the Chinese national team?"

"Call me Lin Han." Lin Han hesitated for a moment. Where should we start with the current situation? In fact, if Lin Han really wants to say something, one word is enough to summarize.

That's "bad!"

But can he tell the truth?

"Let's talk about the opponents of the Chinese national team in the World Cup qualifiers soon.**      ***" Xiang Nan felt Lin Han's unnatural.

"The match that the Chinese national team will face is the Myanmar national team..." Speaking of this, Lin Han felt as if something was stuck in his throat and could not continue.

"Myanmar national team? How strong are they?"

“Not too strong!!”

"What about the Chinese national team?"

“Not too strong.”

"Compared with the Chinese team?" Ximang asked from the side.

"It should be no match for the Chinese team." Lin Han felt like he was about to faint with depression.

"Should?" Xiangnan looked at Lin Han in question, and did not continue to say anything.

A silence.

"Okay. Reporter Lin, uh. Lin Han, I'll go back first. I'll think about it and then reply to you." Xiang Nanchao Lin Han smiled kindly.

"Okay." Lin Han was not in high spirits and breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had finally completed some great task.

"Madame Costa, we are going back. Today's coffee is amazing!!" said hello to Madame Costa.

"Goodbye Andre!!"

"Lin Han, I want to ask you as a friend. Is that OK?" Xiangnan suddenly turned around and asked when he walked to the door.

"Okay." Lin Han hesitated for a moment and agreed, but he could almost guess Xiangnan's problem.

"You know, I don't know about the Chinese national team, and you are a domestic football worker. I want to hear your personal opinions. From the perspective of a friend, what do you think?"

Lin Han was silent for a moment.

After a while, it seemed like a big decision was made. Lin Han said, "It's not bad!!"

Then, turned around and left.

When I went back, Ximang was driving. Xiangnan felt a little tired. It was a rare time to give up his favorite Hummer to hold that shit press conference? That was an insult to you, do you know?" Ximang turned around and said.

"I don't know!!" Xiangnan lay in the back seat, weakly, "You concentrate on driving, I want to be quiet."

Ximang wanted to continue saying something, and looked at Xiangnan's current state, but it finally didn't open.

"Andre, I don't agree!! You have to know the current situation of the Chinese national team. I just checked it. The current world ranking of the Chinese national team is 73, while the world ranking of the Myanmar national team is 151. Do you know what this means?" Ximang almost roared!

"What does it mean? Football does not speak by data!!" shouted to Nan's good friend, but when he said this, he felt powerless. He knew how empty and powerless his words were!!

"The national team ranked 73 and the national team ranked 151 have to work hard to mobilize many people. If you don't say anything else, that shitty press conference is absolutely unacceptable. This is a disapproval of you!!"

"Have you ever thought about how much impact it will have on your future once you join the Chinese national team!!"

"European Cup!!"

"World Cup!!"

"All these honors will be far away, and your football career will be ruined!"

The whole room was filled with the roar of Ximang.

"But that's my motherland!!!"

"Your motherland? Don't forget that you were born in Italy, first in Brazil, and then almost all your memories are in Belgium, and there are countless footprints on the Meuse River!!!"

"I, Hansen, Lennon, and Uncle Alexander, Mr. Carl, and the lame bread grandfather in the Walong area, all your memories are here!!"

"And Turin, Joanna, Demi, your teammates!!"

"Tell me, how much intersection do you have with your motherland?"

"But what I'm running is Chinese blood!!!"

"Please, Andre!! You are a football player!!! Not a soldier!! Playing football is not a war!! If your motherland is in danger and you want to return to save the country, I will never stop you!! But, this is just playing football!!!"

"Where is your childhood dream?

All night, Xiangnan was in extreme mania, almost fighting with his best friend Ximang.

The two of them were also tired of noisy and sat on the sofa, gasping for breath, like two Mediterranean sea crabs that had been fighting for a long time, and were bubbled.

He glanced at each other and both of them laughed.

Xiangnan also knew that Ximang was completely considering himself, but the Europeans' relatively weak awareness of this aspect made Ximang unable to understand Xiangnan's current mood.

"Ximang, I think you should ask for a person's opinion!!" Xiangnan suddenly spoke.

Ximang was suddenly stunned and nodded thoughtfully.

"No, kid, is there anything wrong? You must have something to call so late. Don't I know you yet?"

Xiangnan heard the familiar voice on the other end of the phone and felt his tears slowly falling. He always thought that he had grown up and could face all the problems. However, when he was most confused and needed help the most, what he needed was the only relative he had raised!!

"Grandma, that's it..."

Xiangnan told his grandmother completely what happened today.

Then it was like when I was a child, waiting for my grandma’s decision. My grandma did not directly say his decision. "Love, love it very much!"

"Because of football, will you be happy? I mean, when you keep achieving the honors and achievements that football brings you."

"Yes!" Xiangnan's firm tone.

"Okay, kid, make your own decision."

"Grandma---" Xiangnan didn't expect his grandma to say this. When he made the phone call, he already realized that he had joined the Chinese national team. He knew very well that his grandma had deep feelings for the motherland.

"Child, just think about it simply. Just play football. Patriotism is in your heart." The old man's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Child, you have grown up. This is the most important decision in your life. You need to grasp it yourself!"

"Okay, grandma. I will make my own decisions."

After hanging up the phone, Xiangnan felt that his heart was no longer so depressed, and he was thinking about things quietly alone.

"Andre, I just called Demi. I think you should be more interested in his opinion!!" Ximang walked in a hurry...
Chapter completed!