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Chapter 759 The Great International Era

In 1955, the new owner of the Inter Milan club Angelo Moratti (also known as the old Moratti) took office. Under his direct leadership, the Inter Milan team began to enter a golden period.

That era was also the great international era that Inter Milan fans talked about, and famous names resounded from Milan to the world.

Sarti, Facchetti, Bedin, Pizzi, Mazzola, Milani, Suarez and Corso.

But that era has been sleeping in black and white film. Since Moratti Jr. took over the club, Inter Milan has only blossomed but not fruited. There are still many stars, but the results are ugly.

Before "Telephone Gate", Inter Milan was firmly suppressed by Juventus and AC Milan, and the league championship was never even thought of. Many people still remember Ronaldo crying into tears after losing to Lazio in the last round of the league in 2002.

In the honor showroom, Moratti looked at the Champions League trophy, which was 50 years ago, half a century ago.

Mourinho on the side certainly knew what the boss was thinking.

"I know you're leaving."

Mourinho's heart skipped a beat.

"Hehe, boss, you are very well informed."

In fact, Mourinho is already in contact with Real Madrid, and Florentino is making preparations to find a real big-name coach for the team.

"I want to thank you. Since you came, Inter Milan has dominated Serie A."

"I know what the boss is thinking."

"Champions League!"

Moratti pointed to the trophy.

"That's what my dad got and I want a Champions League trophy too."

"I'll try my best."

"Jose, even if you want to leave, leave something for the city of Milan."

Mourinho clenched his fist and nodded.

*****
Ding sound.

Task: Get 100 kisses from Italian supermodels (both cheeks and lips are acceptable)
Reward: Shoot to 85.

Punishment: Only date ugly women forever.

Tang Zhenglong was stunned.

"System, did you rewind the tape? This is the mission from the last time you came to Milan? Could it be that you triggered the mission according to the city?"

"That's right! This system is smart."

"You are retarded!"

"And why are there always tasks related to Italian supermodels? Milan is also a city of history, and some tasks related to history can also be assigned, such as asking me to go to a museum to explain Michelangelo's sculptures."

As soon as the voice fell, the system laughed until it crashed.

"..."

"Sorry, I'll restart it, it's so funny, I laughed to death."

"Art...Tang Zhenglong...hahahaha."

Tang Zhenglong's face was dark.

"I went to college, okay?"

"I didn't graduate from the University of Liverpool, and now I don't think I can graduate from the University of Madrid..."

"..."

Tang Zhenglong was not happy.

Foreign universities are different from those in China. It is easy to enter foreign universities, but it is extremely difficult to graduate.

"The focus is on participation, you know?"

"Who said you have to graduate from school?"

I have no choice but to do the task.

"Where can I find 100 supermodels!"

*****
"Mino, can you find me 100 Italian supermodels, and I will immediately renew your contract for 4 years."

with a snap.

Raiola hung up the phone.

"Crazy, looking for women every time I come to Italy, does this guy have some misunderstanding about Italy?"

"Is it okay for our country not to do that kind of thing?"

"Hey Hey hey?"

"Fuck, hang up on me."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, it was impossible for Kaka to take care of himself, so the only person he knew in Italy was Mourinho.

Tang Zhenglong called Mourinho.

"Jose."

"Tang Zhenglong?"

"It's me."

beep.

"Damn it, you hung up when you heard my voice?"

Tang Zhenglong hit again.

"Tang Zhenglong, if you call me again, I will call the police and arrest you."

"..."

"Jose, we are friends."

"Really? You didn't seem to say that when you were interviewed last week."

Tang Zhenglong thought about it, what did he say last week?

"Playing Inter Milan is to give points. The team led by Mourinho knelt down when they saw me."

"In addition, Mourinho begged me countless times, hoping that I would join Inter Milan, but I refused without hesitation, because my heart has been given to Real Madrid."

Tang Zhenglong sweated: "Jose, you know that the media is cheap, they want to see us quarrel."

"It's not the media that's cheap, it's you that are cheap."

"..."

"Jose, we worked together in Chelsea back then, you can be considered my master."

Mourinho was dumbfounded.

"When did we work together?"

"God!"

DUANG!

Mourinho was taken aback.

"There is a saying in China that the spirit has been friends for a long time. It means that two people meet in a dream. In fact, in the dream, I have always been your disciple and you are my master."

"Tang...Zheng...Long, don't call me anymore, I will be mad at you to death."

Mourinho hung up the phone, Tang Zhenglong called again, but this time the phone was turned off.

Tang Zhenglong held the phone, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm going to find Mendez."

*****
"Where is Jose's address in Milan?"

"Why are you looking for him?"

"It's like this. I'm here for an away game. Jose used to be my teacher. We worked together at Chelsea. I want to see him."

Mendes didn't remember that Tang Zhenglong didn't go to Chelsea at all, he just owned Chelsea.

"So that's the case. Well, I'll send you his address. Do you want me to contact him?"

"No, I want to surprise him."

******
Outside Mourinho's big villa, many young girls suddenly appeared.

Mourinho's son approached him and said, "Dad, there are a lot of people outside."

"..."

"How is it possible? This is our private house."

Mourinho opened the door and went out. Since she was a beautiful woman, he was polite.

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?"

Someone took out a handwritten card, "We have been notified that Inter Milan's coach Mourinho is going to hold a party in his private villa, and we are here to attend."

Mourinho froze, and after a while he squeezed out an awkward smile, "I think you guys have misunderstood."

"I'd never throw a party like this. I'm married."

The girls pointed to a person not far away, "He brought us here, he said he was your friend."

When Mourinho saw it, he almost died of anger.

"Tang Zhenglong!!"

"You are cheating, okay!!"

"Jose, I'm helping you."

"help me?"

"You fucking say it again."

"Jose, after you left the UK, no one will remember you. If you don't make any scandals, you will be pornographic."

……

"Tang Zhenglong, listen to me clearly, I am a football coach, what I need is grades, not gossip."

Tang Zhenglong shook his head.

"You've lost your passion, Jose, you're old."

(End of this chapter)