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Chapter 136 Batistuta

Until sitting in the restaurant with Batistuta, Mu Jianfeng still had an unreal feeling.

As a boy who grew up in Florence, he heard Batistuta's name a lot when he was a child.

At that time, he followed suit and admired this man for a long time, and for a while, his bedroom was covered with his photos, wanting to become a city hero like him!

Although when he grew up, he gradually forgot the days of chasing stars, and even recalled that man's appearance was a little blurry, but the madness that everyone loves in one body remained in his little heart .

So, seeing the man I once chased when I was a child and being invited to dinner by him is probably the same feeling as many boys are invited to dinner by Andy Lau when they grow up—even if he is no longer a fan of Andy Lau's music and movies.

So until he sat down at the restaurant seat and looked at each other face to face, he was still a little nervous.

In this regard, Batistuta took the lead in enjoying the food in the restaurant, opened the topic, and said:
"Thank you very much for bidding and buying my medal! By the way, it is a real Serie A winner's medal, not a souvenir!"

Mu Jianfeng, who was still a little erratic at first, was taken aback when he heard the words, and then he said in surprise:

"You mean the medal is real?"

While speaking, he took out the medal from his pocket and looked at it carefully.

Seeing Mu Jianfeng's careful look, Batitusta laughed and said:
"That's right, it's true! I don't want to sell it to those guys who are full of money. I hope that the person who buys it is sincerely doing it for charity, so I specifically say it's a souvenir."

Hearing this, Mu Jianfeng carefully looked at the medal in his hand, and wanted to hand it back to Batistuta, but he was a little bit reluctant.

While hesitating, Batistuta continued to speak with a smile:
"You keep it, this medal is given to you, I think it is a very good result. I failed to win it for Fiorentina back then, and now handing him over to a Fiorentina player is also a one-off for me. worry about it!"

Hearing what Batistuta said, Mu Jianfeng finally put the medal back in his arms again, and then asked hesitantly:
"Are you...are you really not interested in football? I mean, I read the interview, it said that football is just a job for you, you love basketball more..."

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Before Mu Jianfeng finished speaking, Batitusta laughed happily, which made Mu Jianfeng a little puzzled.

After a while, Batistuta gradually restrained his smile and said:
"Do you believe?"

Mu Jianfeng didn't know how to answer this question, and he hesitated for a while before saying:
"I, I don't really believe it. But...but you really don't care about football anymore after you retire!"

Batitusta smiled and shook his head, and explained:

"Those words were just perfunctory to the reporters. I hate them very much. They made me a hero of the city, and then incited the fans to destroy everything, leaving me without a 'home'."

Having said this, his face was a little sad, he paused, and then continued with a sigh:
"If you don't love, how can you be scarred?
If you don't love it, how can you dedicate your best years to it? "

Mu Jianfeng nodded thoughtfully, and with his approval, some doubts in his heart dissipated a lot.

But Batistuta continued to speak:
"But I really don't pay much attention to football now!"

"why?"

Mu Jianfeng asked subconsciously.

Batistuta didn't answer directly, but touched his legs subconsciously, and then said quietly:

"It's like a love affair. When you are hurt all over by the other person, exhausted physically and mentally, maybe you will forget how to continue to love."

Mu Jianfeng nodded with a half understanding, and then asked:

"Then do you regret leaving Florence that year?"

Batistuta was taken aback for a moment, then sighed softly.

"Regret? Why do you regret it?"

"They used to love you so much that they even erected a bronze statue for you..."

Mu Jianfeng thought of the bronze statue of "Batty Barty" he saw when he was playing with his friends near the stadium when he was young, which made him envious.

But Batistuta interrupted him:
"But they destroyed it, didn't they?"

"..."

Batistuta's words and attitude were beyond Mu Jianfeng's expectation, which made him not know what to say for a moment.
"Sorry, maybe this answer has disappointed you. Maybe I should say that I regret it. What if I stay in Florence?"

Batistuta looked at Mu Jianfeng who fell into silence, sighed and continued:
"But there is really nothing to regret, maybe there will be regrets at the time, but from the moment they pushed my statue and insulted my family, I already regarded it as a strange place.

Now there's no one I know there anymore, is there? "

Mu Jianfeng slowed down. As a not-so-pure former Fiorentina fan, he quickly understood Batistuta's thoughts.

But he again raised a question:
"Then you left, is it really for the championship? Or did you leave disappointed because of Florence's lack of pursuit?"

Batistuta laughed lightly, shook his head and said:

"Neither of them, if it is forced to say, the championship medal is one of the reasons!"

Speaking of this, Batistuta seemed to be lost in memory, his eyes were a little wandering, and Mu Jianfeng, as a man, was fascinated by his mature charm for a while.

After a while, there was a faint voice:

"After they decided to sell me, I started thinking about my life after retirement.

I see clearly that the so-called loyalty is nothing more than being abandoned after old age.

So I put up a number that I thought they wouldn't agree to, trying to screw up the deal.

They agreed!
So I was a little more relaxed and left. "

After finishing speaking, Batistuta looked at the young boy in front of him again. His confused look reminded him of his frivolous years.

He wouldn't have said these things originally, but he still said them.

Because he lied, it's not that he doesn't pay attention to football, he even pays attention to Fiorentina silently, and knows this extremely talented young man in front of him.

Back then, no one told him these things, so under the lies of businessmen and the deception of reporters, he guarded the city hard for nine years.

He spent his best years here.

In the end, what he got in exchange was to bear all the infamy for those businessmen.

Later, he was portrayed by the media as a traitor, a prodigal son, and a ruthless person.

He has mixed feelings about this city.

If you talk about hate, it seems that you can't hate, but if you talk about forgiveness, it's not so easy...

(End of this chapter)