I read the messenger.

Zheng Zhi smiled.

A paparazzi from the Milan Sports Daily sued him to court, believing that Zheng Zhi had done something on the big tree in front of his house, causing him to suffer from skin disease.

The doctor issued a physical examination report that the paparazzi's illness was caused by the big tree in front of Zheng Zhi's doorstep.

It deserves it.

The medicine that Zheng Zhi deliberately gave was not a serious illness. He just applied some medicine to the tree that could make the skin itchy, but it was enough for paparazzi to suffer.

Of course he would not attend. If he liked it according to his mood, he could put a team of lawyers out to fight. Of course, he didn't think the other party could win.

Originally, he forgot if he didn't see the appointment, but now he was reminded that he would cut down all the trees around him and see what other ways the paparazzi could come up with to take pictures.

He immediately called Wu Di and asked him to deal with this matter. Of course, Wu Di was depressed for a long time, and his cousin became more and more excessive.

Just after hanging up the phone, the phone rang again.

My mother called the international long distance.

"Little bastard,"

"You want to piss your mom to death, do you?"

"It's okay if you find a foreign girlfriend, but you can't find a woman who is about the same age as your mother!"

After answering the phone, my mother scolded her and didn't give Zheng Zhi a chance to interrupt.

Zheng Zhi was hit hard and could not get into the conversation.

After nearly three minutes of talking, his mother finally stopped temporarily. Zheng Zhi was about to speak, but suddenly he continued to beep again.

"Oh, it's pretty."

"She is really only 36 years old? Why do she feels like she is in her twenties? She is pretty. No wonder she is fascinated by you."

On the other end, Zheng Zhi's mother searched Monica's photo in front of the computer with the help of her neighbor, and then started commenting.

But in the end she still gave the answer.

"I tell you, no matter how beautiful you are, you must not do anything randomly. I can't accept it! Get out of this woman quickly. No, leave that aunt."

Zheng Zhi:...

Auntie, this is too shocking. My mental age is about the same as hers...

"You should find one seriously. You are not young anymore. We want to hold a grandson. You don't know. Your dad and I have half of the white hair."

Zheng Zhi…

"Mom, do you believe the news reports?"

“It’s all hype.”

"I am single now, without a girlfriend, and don't have so many messy things. Don't think about it anymore. I'll go back to spend this summer with you."

In 2001, there are no national events, even in the World Cup qualifiers, which happened in the second half of the year. Zheng Zhi also discovered that he had not been with his parents well for more than two years. He suddenly felt a little sad, and it had been two years without realizing it.

But,

marry?

Holding a grandson?

It's still a while.

Suddenly, he found that his world had changed again, and seemed... he was not very obsessed with his previous life? There was something wrong with this idea...

After hanging up the phone, he received another message.

"miss you."

Zhang Zhi:...

He wouldn't believe Shen Xing's words. They were too fake. They were fake from the beginning.

Is this what I like? It’s impossible, I must not be serious, so I just bought a gem necklace? That’s not money.

But he still replied with a message, "Then come here."

He just returned, and he asked someone to fly over again?

It's too cruel. This is not as close as the straight door of the thing. But what would happen if she really came over...

As soon as I replied to the message, I immediately received another one, but it was another woman, Bellucci.

"Come to my house for dinner tonight?"

Zheng Zhi: "This..."

well……

"Don't get me wrong, some friends are here."

Zheng Zhi was quite happy at first, but as soon as he saw this message, Zheng Zhi immediately replied: "Don't go."

"I just want to have a meal with you."

Zheng Zhi was very upset. Why did he spend time with a bunch of people? Do I have no friends to eat with? Why?

After a while, the text message came again.

"Then what do you want."

Zheng Zhi replied again.

"I'm going to date a beautiful girl, I don't want to go home tonight."

...

Things were not over, and not long after, Mourinho's phone call came, which was rare.

Zheng Zhi quickly adjusted his emotions and returned to reality from his sexy thinking.

"Boss, what's the matter?"

Mourinho is serious, "This week is very important."

"It's important to play Manchester United mid-week."

"You know what I said?"

"I know, I'm ready to play Manchester United." Zheng Zhi knows what he is talking about, isn't he just playing Manchester United at home? No one has forgotten, but what does it mean to call me?

"No, boss, what do you want to say?"

Mourinho said: "I hope you can take the lead. As the captain, you should stay quietly at home, not take any women home, or go crazy. I need a team of high-spirited and physically fit to face Manchester United. You should remind your teammates that you are closer to them than me."

Sure enough, Mourinho was worried that Zheng Zhi would do something randomly, so he called him to remind him, and hoped that Zheng Zhi, as the captain, could capture the team's discipline. Some things, maybe the captain would be better than the head coach?

"But boss, I can't control my teammates. I can't go out, but I can't ask them not to go out."

This is a dilemma. Although he is the captain, he really can't ask his teammates to do the same. Especially today is a holiday, everyone has their own lives. They are all young and energetic, who doesn't want to have some fun...

"But you can contact them on your own initiative."

"If we win Manchester United at home, there will be a smooth road ahead. I need you to help me and Inter Milan. We can't get lost at this time, right, we have to do something, whether it's the club, you personally, the club honors, and your Golden Balls next year."

Mourinho is sincere.

"I know, then I'll try..."

Zheng Zhi still agreed. He turned around and played all his first teammates. The roughly meaning was - this week, the boss said that we can't go out and roam, don't ooxx, we want to win Manchester United...

The teammates are actually very cooperative, who doesn’t want honor? Inter Milan won the League Cup in 1998, but nothing happened. Even Rona agreed to Zheng Zhi very seriously.

But after all the calls were made, another message emerged.

"Or why would you spend the night at my house tonight?"

Zheng Zhi:...

He replied:

"good."

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Carrington Base, Manchester.

Manchester United did not have a holiday today, but was preparing for the Champions League. Everyone was sweating profusely and sweating profusely, but they were also suffering.

Ferguson personally directed the field, which is rare. He used to hand over the training to the assistant coach, but he rarely took part in the game in person these days.

"Roy, you're too slow."

"When you came, he had already run away with the ball."

"You have to be one second earlier! Deal with more resolutely and faster!"

Ferguson was not satisfied with Roy Keane's reaction. The team is now practicing defense, with the purpose of dealing with Zheng Zhi.

Yes, it's just for one Zheng Zhi.

Ferguson will never forget the scene when Manchester United faced Leverkusen last year and was eliminated. Zheng Zhi is the biggest thorn in his heart. If he doesn't pull out this thorn, he will feel uncomfortable even when he sleeps.

Everyone knows that Zheng Zhi is the core of Inter Milan, and solving him means solving at least half of the problems.

Scholes is imitating Zheng Zhi now, but he can only imitate it. The actual effect is not enough. It’s just that some people in Ferguson are crazy and insist on practicing like this.

"Paul, you'll have to be faster and you'll get the ball faster. He won't hesitate so much."

"You guys are all too slow."

He pointed while chewing gum, but was not satisfied.
To be continued...