number one striker

Chapter 188 The Night When Nothing Happened
"I heard from Mario that you were dumped by a woman?" Back in Milan's first training session, Muntari winked at Caesar.

"What the hell!" Caesar kicked over, and Balotelli hid behind Muntari.

"I also heard from this kid." Eto'o came over, and Materazzi also shouted loudly: "Yes! I just saw this kid Mario tell Uncle Paul at the door!"

A group of cleaning aunts walked past the training ground, and a fat woman yelled at them: "Which one is Caesar? I heard that she committed suicide after being cuckolded by a woman? Show me who that poor bastard is!"

Caesar looked like he wanted to kill Balotelli, and the latter proudly circled behind Muntari, only to be slapped on the back of the head by Zanetti.

"Okay, okay, stop shouting." Zanetti dispersed the surrounding teammates, and looked at Caesar with a fatherly expression: "Luther, it was worn by a woman."

"No! That kid was talking nonsense!" Caesar said with a jump.

"Okay, okay! I get it, it's Mario's nonsense." Zanetti's expression didn't seem to believe Caesar's words, "I'll ask Marco (Materazzi) to arrange it for you at night, so you can relax."

"No, captain, my one," Caesar couldn't argue.

Even after training, Mourinho gave Faria a wink and asked his partner to come over and persuade Caesar.

"Don't worry, you'll be fine until what time you play tonight. The coach has approved it, so you can release your depression to your heart's content." Faria patted Caesar on the shoulder, and Materazzi came over and shouted: "No problem! I will make good arrangements for Caesar!"

Well, don't say anything, it's useless to say anything, just shut up.

In the evening, Muntari, Eto'o, Materazzi and Balotelli ran to the center of Milan with Caesar in their arms.

"Where are we going?" Caesar was sitting in the back row, sandwiched between two big men, trembling.

"I got a ticket for Milan Fashion Week, and it's still in the front row." Eto'o held up several tickets, and Materazzi took them over: "Why are there only four?"

"Idiot! Didn't you agree that the four of us would go? You insisted on calling on Caesar, and now there is one more person." Eto'o, who was driving, glanced at Materazzi and Balotelli in the rearview mirror.

"The ticket is mine, and I will definitely count as a quota."

Muntari said quickly, "I'm black! I should have one too!"

Materazzi looked at Balotelli and said nothing, the latter opened his mouth wide, looked at this and that, and suddenly cried: "Isn't it?! Did you tell me to wait for you outside?"

"The young man is very spiritual." Materazzi patted Balotelli on the shoulder, and Caesar only felt funny looking at his expression.

"Forget it, you go, don't mess with me again. Mario has a problem with me, and give me some publicity everywhere."

"It's okay, I'll bring him next time. Our task today is to accompany you well." Muntari got into the car, happily.

"Come on, I have a shadow of the model now." Caesar leaned on the back seat, and Materazzi suddenly realized: "Yes! Your ex-girlfriend is a model, isn't it easy to make you fall in love with the scene? Who the hell suggested coming here! Is it sensible!"

Everyone looked at him together, and Materazzi slapped him: "Mario! It's you!"

Seeing that there were not enough tickets and Caesar’s interest was low, Eto’o pretended to look at the tickets and bluffed: "Oh! This ticket is for tomorrow! I misread the time!"

Muntari and Materazzi agreed and nodded again and again: "Forget it! Let's go, let's play somewhere else!"

Only Balotelli kept pestering him, insisting on seeing if the ticket was for tomorrow, and was finally beaten by Materazzi.

Caesar didn't expect these animals to be so warm, their faces were dark, but they were kind-hearted.

They turned the car around and ran to the nightclub Materazzi frequented.

"This is the most luxurious nightclub in the entire city of Milan. Not only are there men who come here to pick up women, but there are also a lot of starlets, models and so on. I have seen Ronaldinho and Pato here at least three times this year, and these two guys once asked the security guard for 3 condoms. No wonder this year's condition is so bad."

"It's probably because you snatched the Golden Boy Award, so I'm not in a good mood." Muntari said sadly, while Balotelli on the side was not happy, and blatantly said that he didn't want it.

As a nightclub veteran, Materazzi naturally controls the overall situation.

He suggested that everyone spread out their actions so as not to interfere with each other.

Caesar was still thinking about something to drink, but when he looked up, everyone was gone.

"Damn, these bastards."

Caesar glanced to the left. Muntari was dancing with two mature women in his arms. Materazzi on the right was pretending to be deep, attracting the attention of a young woman.And Balotelli jumped on the stage, holding the pole and doing a set of skillful pole dancing, which made people think it was a ladyboy performance somewhere.

Most of the men in the nightclub were like monkeys, but Caesar, a quiet and handsome monkey, attracted attention instead.

Just when those women were about to move, a plump oriental face sat beside Caesar.

"It's really you!"

Caesar looked up, and a face that seemed to be impressed was looking at him curiously.

"You are."

"Zhang Yu, a reporter from Gazzetta dello Sport."

Caesar remembered, Andre Leonardo's little follower, right?

"I just heard that you were dumped by a woman. It seems to be true." Zhang Yu nodded while drinking fruit wine. Caesar turned his head and looked over, and it turned out to be that bastard Balotelli.

"Although you are handsome, you are not my type." Zhang Yu said very frankly, and Caesar rolled his eyes: "There is no need to come here and tell me."

Zhang Yu put down the cup, took out his mobile phone and said, "This is a rare opportunity, can you answer a few questions for me?"

"The interviews are all here?" Caesar smiled wryly, "I have nothing to tell you, can you let me be quiet for a while."

"Tch, you just got dumped. Why are you so sad? You have to keep your spirits up and don't collapse. After all, I bet Andre that you won't score 30 goals this season." Zhang Yu patted Caesar's shoulder familiarly, as if he was very familiar with him.

Caesar was aroused by her and sneered, "What if I get 30?"

Zhang Yu tilted his head and thought for a while: "Then I will give you a chance to date me."

Damn, this woman is too confident.

Wait a minute, isn't this her trick?

Caesar looked at Zhang Yu who seemed a little silly, wondering if this girl was playing tricks on him.

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in you. I don't like you white people. You all smell bad." Zhang Yu leaned over and sniffed Caesar's body, and said with some surprise, "Hey, you don't have those strange smells on you."

Caesar couldn't laugh or cry: "Okay, okay, I won't bet with you, but I will score 30 goals, so you are ready to lose to Leonardo."

(End of this chapter)