bigabreads Chapter 488
Chapter 488
Chapter 488
"We deeply regret what happened in Verona. The fan who threw the banana will be banned from entering any stadium in Italy for one year. Verona Club must accept the next home ban. Punishment."
Just 10 hours later, the Italian Football Federation announced the punishment for Verona and the fans.
The club was clearly devastated, but considering the fact that at the end of the game hundreds of fans threw debris at each other and even tore down seats to engage in violent clashes, such punishment is not excessive at all.
As a club, if you can't manage your home court well, you should of course be punished.
The reason why the Italian Football Association responded so quickly is because the banana incident did not come to an end with the end of the game.
Milan players headed by Long Special, Balotelli, Kaka, and Shalawi have posted photos of themselves eating bananas on their personal social media, and accompanied them with "anti-racism" and "fair play" , "One world, one dream" and other words with the function of chicken soup for the soul.
In just a few hours, an unimaginable wave was set off on the Internet.
Longshut's close comrades in arms: Suarez, Blind, Steglenberg, Sim de Jong, Alderweireld, Vertonghen, Van der Wiel, Muller, Gomez, Ram , Schweinsteiger, Kroos, Alaba, and Shaqiri all expressed their support in the form of selfies or reprints.
And Kaka's close comrades in the national team and club, Ronaldo, Benzema, Alonso, Khedira, Casillas, Marcelo, Neymar, Pato, Ronaldinho, Ronaldo, etc. People also justly joined the army against discrimination, and even Argentine players such as Messi, Higuain, Di Maria, and Tevez also spoke out publicly, because they have more or less experienced such things.
Of course, although Emma Watson, the national goddess of the British Empire, was far away across the ocean, she also ate a banana for the first time, and introduced the story to her more than 1000 million fans in English and French. The ins and outs further expanded the impact of the incident.
Opposing racial discrimination, no matter in any country or in any industry, is a politically correct thing. At that time, even the Italian Football Association, which has always been slow to respond, made the most correct response after waking up.
But that's all. Long Shute doesn't think he is enough to change the entire football world. He can't do it, and no one can do it.
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Four days later on March 8.
AC Milan ushered in the second leg of the UEFA Champions League qualifying round at the San Siro Stadium.
But Long Shute sat on the bench with many main players.
Because there is no need for him to play again.
Even if Milan sends a second-tier team, it is absolutely impossible to lose 12 goals to Eindhoven at home!
The fact is exactly the same. The entire Eindhoven team obviously regarded this game as a formality. Not only did the players play chaotically, they didn't even have a positive attitude.
Why are they so aggressive?
The No. [-] devil is watching from below!
In case he is forced out... who can stop him?
That must be another nightmare humiliation, right? !
With this in mind, PSV played 90 minutes in a daze, dropped a score of 1-4, and fled Italy in embarrassment.
After two rounds of double kills, with a total score of 16-1, AC Milan finally qualified for the 13-14 UEFA Champions League, which made the red and black fans finally relieved.
After a night's rest, Long Shute boarded a flight to Monaco together with Galliani, Hanli, Allegri and others.
In the first class cabin, while drinking green tea, Long Shute had nothing to say:
"President Han, I heard you played football before?"
Han Li smiled and waved his hands:
"In front of you, I am an amateur player, so don't mention this matter, let's talk about the club's goals for this season?"
Long Shute nodded slightly:
"It is very clear in my contract that if I lead the team to win the Serie A, I can only get a bonus of 100 million, but if I win the Champions League, the bonus can reach 300 million. No one will think that the bonus is too much. "
"Don't tell me... you want to win the Champions League in your first season?"
Han Li looked shocked. Although he is not a football expert, he also knows that the difficulty of this matter is by no means that simple.
Long Shute's expression did not fluctuate:
"Don't you want to?"
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"What are those two chinks talking about?"
Allegri, who was sitting on the other side, suddenly felt a little chilly. He shook his body and whispered to Galliani.
Galliani shrugged his shoulders:
"Probably discussing how to win the Champions League."
Allegri's two eyebrows were immediately twisted together, which made his expression look even more bitter:
"Don't even buy a defender, but still want to win the Champions League? They are so fucking crazy!"
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The Council Hall of King Power Square, Monaco.
Long Shute is no stranger to this hall.
Since 2011, he has participated in this European football flourishing world for three consecutive years.
That's right, this is the draw for the 2013-14 UEFA Champions League group stage.
The big red carpet was spread out nearly [-] meters away from the entrance of the hall, and hundreds of media reporters pointed their cameras at the passing vehicles that slowly stopped outside the red carpet.
When Long Shute stepped on the red carpet, the flashing lights on the sidelines reached their peak in an instant, and the night was almost turned into day by the continuous lights.
"Dragon, can I interrupt you for a minute? I have two small questions..."
This is a more polite reporter.
And those impatient reporters directly threw out the question:
"What opponent do you think AC Milan can draw?"
"AC Milan is different from Bayern. How far do you think Milan can go?"
"I heard you beat Balotelli in the first league game, is that true?"
"Is Balotelli a cancer of Milan? Are you going to drive him away?"
……
Long Shute waved to them, ready to leave the noisy gate with Galliani and others.
An Audi slowly stopped behind him, and the windows of the rear seat were slowly rolled down.
Long Shute glanced subconsciously, but saw a familiar face.
It was an old man named John.
Johan Cruyff.
Long Shute made three steps in parallel, appeared in front of Cruyff's car, and opened the car door for the spiritual totem of Ajax and Barcelona with a smile.
There was a small commotion among the reporters.
Even Cruyff was slightly surprised
In Western society, the elders and leaders rarely rely on the old to let the young do these things for them-most young people do not have this kind of "ideological awareness".
But who doesn't want to be respected?
Can the King Long Tian, who is the most popular in today's football world, open the door with his own hands. Doesn't this prove my old John's status in the world?
Especially for Cruyff, who failed in the struggle for power in Barcelona, such respect is like sending charcoal in the snow to him, which makes him feel refreshed.
Cruyff's old cheeks were already full of smiles, he walked out of the car door with Long Shute's support, nodded slightly reservedly towards the surrounding cameras, and then hugged Long Shute warmly.
"Long, I watched the whole live broadcast of your UEFA Champions League match last week." Old man Ke patted Long Shute on the shoulder, "You have my demeanor!"
As an Ajax star, Cruyff has never shown mercy to PSV, that's why he said this.
Long Shute wrinkled his nose:
"John, have you smoked today?"
The old man who was old enough to be his grandfather smiled awkwardly:
"Only smoked one."
A light flashed in Long Shute's eyes, and he saw that Cruyff's life span was only three years.
In terms of seniority, Long Shute, who learned from Van Basten and Bergkamp, can be regarded as Cruyff's disciple. In the last half of the season at Ajax, this patriarch also specially mentored himself, so Reasonably, he was unwilling to see Cruyff die prematurely.
"Let's get in, John."
Long Shute didn't pursue the smoking issue anymore, but walked side by side towards the hall.
When you have time, just go and accompany this old man.
I just don't know if his dragon's sacred light has any therapeutic effect on cancer...?
(End of this chapter)