"Uncle … Uncle Tony?"
Shania froze when she saw who the person lying on the ground was.
After hearing Shania call him that, Tang En's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally relaxed. He stopped struggling and just lay on the ground, smiling with a crooked face.
"Judy, you know him?!" The female companions around them were very surprised. How could this sloppy-looking man be familiar with Shania?
Shania nodded. "He's the one who gave me the Totoro doll." She then said to the security guards, "Please let him go. He's here for me."
Tang En did not expect that the little girl could actually speak Italian. Shania seemed to have a talent for languages …
"Mr. Tang En!" A man's voice rang out from behind the security guards. This time, it was Shania's manager, Terry Fasal, a middle-aged man who looked very rough but had a meticulous mind. Because of Shania, he also recognized Tang En. "Why are you here?" He was a little surprised to see Tang En pressed to the ground by a group of security guards.
"This … It's a long story …" Tang En said with a crooked mouth. "But can you get them to pull me up first?"
"Hey, what are you guys doing? Mr. Tang En is a guest I invited. "
Another person who could speak fluent Italian.
The security guards, who had been a little hesitant at first, did not hesitate this time. They immediately pulled Tang En up, and someone even helped him pat the dust off. They kept saying "sorry" in Italian. The difference in attitude was really big. Tang En once again deeply understood the importance of mastering a foreign language.
Standing up again, Tang En's face was still covered in scratches and dust. He looked at Shania opposite him and smiled foolishly.
Seeing this face, Shania could not even vent her anger even if she wanted to. Instead, it was Fasal who said, "Let's find a place to sit and talk."
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In Shania's apartment, Fasal took his leave after a simple chat. Now, only Tang En and Shania were left. Tang En held a cup of water in his hand and looked at Shania opposite him, still maintaining the silly smile on his face.
Shania was really at her wit's end with Tang En like this. She got up and went to the bathroom to take out a towel and handed it to Tang En. "Wipe your face."
Tang En obediently took the towel and wiped his face. He continued to smile. "It feels so good to hear you call me 'Uncle Tony' again, Shania."
Shania pursed her lips.
"Why didn't you answer my call?"
Shania pretended to be surprised. "Did you call me?" Then she took out her phone from her bag and glanced at it. "Oh, it's turned off."
Of course, Tang En knew that Shania was lying, but he did not expose her.
"Have you been busy with work?" he asked.
Shania nodded, then shook her head. "It's alright."
"We haven't seen each other for almost half a year, right?"
"How could it be that long? We just had a video call half a month ago."
"Aiya, how can a video chat be compared to a face-to-face conversation? No matter how high the quality of the camera was, could it be as clear as a real person sitting in front of me? No matter how advanced the internet is, can it communicate without delay? "
Shania raised her hands in surrender. "Alright, alright, you're right. It's been a long time. "
Twain chuckled. "I haven't seen you for half a year. I think you've grown up quite a bit."
"Are you going to treat me like an adult?"
"In my eyes, you've always been a little girl who won't grow up."
Shania pouted and did not say anything.
Children all hoped that others would treat them like adults. Tang En had the same mentality when he was young. He thought that he could understand Shania's thoughts, but … "Is it good to grow up? Shania, do you really want to grow up? "
"I don't know." Shania shook her head. "But when I grow up, I can do what I want to do. I don't have to worry about Daddy and Mommy always nagging in my ears. 'Judy, you have to do this' or 'Jordana, you have to do that.' It's very annoying … "
It was just like when she was young, thinking that no one would come to urge her to sleep if she watched cartoons every night. She did not have to take exams and did not have to worry about being beaten and scolded when she got home with poor grades. She did not have to be afraid of parent-teacher conferences or teachers. She could do what she wanted without anyone controlling her, and she had the final say in everything …
What a simple ideal.
Tang En looked at Shania, who had her head lowered and was unhappy, and smiled. He got up and changed his seat to sit next to Shania. He raised his hand and circled it around Shania's head. He hesitated for a moment before finally gently placing it on Shania's shoulder.
"But adults also have things to worry about."
Shania rested her head on Tang En's shoulder and then asked a question that made Tang En panic. "For example, do you worry about the scandals that the media has hyped up?"
After saying this, Shania could clearly feel Tang En straighten his back and his body stiffen. She lowered her head and secretly laughed.
"Ahem." Tang En coughed twice. "That's all made up by the paparazzi. There's nothing going on between me and Miss Gloria. We're just good friends. She was the one who drove me to find you. Actually, she's a very good person. If you meet her, you'll definitely like her. "
Shania snorted.
Tang En felt that it was not good to continue this topic. He looked at his watch. It was almost eleven o 'clock. "Ah, it's so late … I should go back. I still have a match tomorrow … "
Shania moved her head away from Tang En's shoulder. He pulled his hand back and took out a ticket from his pocket. He handed it to Shania. "I thought you definitely didn't buy a ticket, so I gave you one."
"Tomorrow? I have work tomorrow … "Although that was what she said, Shania still took the ticket.
"It's fine if you're too busy with work and can't go."
Tang En stood up, and Shania walked him to the door.
Just as Tang En was about to turn and leave, Shania called out to him. "Uncle Tony."
"Huh?" Tang En turned to look at Shania, who was leaning against the door.
"Thank you for coming to see me …" Shania said to Tang En as she poked her head out.
Tang En smiled. "Go back and rest. You still have work tomorrow."
"Okay." Shania nodded. Tang En watched her turn and go back into the house. He only walked to the elevator after hearing her close the door.
This was a high-rise apartment with elevators. There was no need to worry about paparazzi guarding the corridors. That was because the security guards would not let them in. But if they were outside the building, no one could do anything about it.
Tang En walked out of the hall and deliberately stopped at the door for a while. He looked left and right, knowing that there must be people hiding on both sides. But he could not cut off contact and contact with people he was familiar with just because he was afraid of being followed and photographed by the paparazzi. If they wanted to take pictures, let them. He was not afraid of a crooked shadow.
Thinking of this, Tang En tidied his collar and strode out.
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Shania watched through the window as Tang En got into a taxi downstairs. Only then did she close the curtains again. She then gave her manager, Terry Fasal, a call. "Mr. Fasal, can you help me … with my appointment tomorrow?"
"Because you're going to watch the match?"
"Yeah …"
"Okay, I got it."
"Sorry to trouble you, Mr. Fasal."
"Don't mention it. I'm also very happy to see the two of you back together." Fasal, on the other end, laughed heartily as he hung up.
Holding the phone, Shania thought of Tang En being pressed to the ground by a group of security guards in the mirror and laughed.
Unable to get through to him on the phone, he ran over personally after seeing the live broadcast on television. Then, he was mistaken by the security guards as a thief and a hooligan, and was pressed to the ground and struggling with all his might. Uncle Tony was really cute!
By the time Tang En returned to the hotel he was staying at, it was already 11: 30. The players had already entered the room to rest, but Kerslake was still worried about Tang En and was still waiting at the door of his room. When he saw Tang En appear in front of him, he was a little surprised. It was not because Tang En had returned, but because of the torn jacket.
"You went out … for a drink?" Kerslake thought about it and did not say "fight." Even though he knew Tang En had a bad temper, he was not someone who would take the initiative to cause trouble.
"No," Tang En said with a grin.
"Then your clothes …" Kerslake pointed to the torn sleeve.
"Oh." Tang En looked down. "It was an accident. It was purely an accident. But David, what are you doing here? Have the players gone to rest? "
"I'm waiting for you." Kerslake shrugged. "They've all gone to sleep."
"Very good. You go and rest too, David. Don't forget that there's a long and fierce battle tomorrow. "
Kerslake looked at the beaming Tang En and sighed in his heart. He thought to himself, You still know that there's a fierce battle tomorrow?
"Alright, you should rest early too."
Although he said that, Kerslake did not move. He watched Tang En open the door, enter the room, and close the door again before turning to leave.
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Tang En slept deeply. He slept for a long time and slept well. He did not even have a dream. When he woke up, he was full of energy. His heart was no longer in turmoil. Now, no matter how much the media hyped things up, he would not worry about it. Now, he could really put all his energy into the match against Inter Milan. He just did not know if it was too late …
Because the match was in the evening, the three meal times were brought forward. After lunch, the team rested, and then dinner at around four in the afternoon. After a short rest, the team would wait for the bus to rush to the stadium to carry out their pre-match preparations.
There were only two themes for the day — rest and the match.
During dinner, Tang En appeared in front of all the players. He looked very energetic, and his voice was full of energy.
"Good morning, guys!"
There was a roar of laughter.
"Boss, it's already afternoon!"
Tang En also laughed. "It's great to see you guys so energetic. Everyone, are you ready? "
"Everything is OK!"
"Very good. Let's eat." Tang En waved and turned to walk out of the restaurant. There were still people waiting for him outside.
Clarice Gloria's work had already begun, but she did not see what happened for the rest of yesterday. She was not very at ease, so she specially came to the hotel to see Tang En. Tang En had to go and thank her in person.
Although there were a lot of media inside and outside the hotel lobby, Tang En and Gloria did not have any intention of hiding their meeting. They generously found a place in the hotel lobby to sit down and chat, ignoring the reporters' flashes.
"I really want to thank you for yesterday." Tang En thanked her again.
"It looks like your troubles have been resolved, Mr. Tang. You're in much better spirits. "Gloria blinked. "Tonight's game is worth looking forward to."
Tang En smiled.
"Clarice?"
"Yes?"
"You've interviewed a lot of people in the football circle, haven't you?"
"Yes, I have a partnership with the UEFA. If they want to make some special films, most of the time they will ask me for help."
"Do you think a manager like me … who has to run out to solve personal problems before an important game is very incompetent and unusual?"
"But this is the real you. I think it's very good. You're much better than those who put on a mask when facing the camera and say things that they usually scoff at. "Gloria shook her head.
"Thank you."
Gloria stood up. "I should go back. You guys are going to the stadium soon, right? Let's meet there. "She graciously held out her hand.
"Okay, goodbye." Tang En also held out his hand. The two of them shook hands naturally under the attention of the media.
Scandal? There was no such word in Tang En's mind now. Outsiders could interpret it however they wanted, as long as the people he cared about did not think that way. I, Tang En, have no obligation to serve the media and the public who loved to watch the fun.
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As a stadium that was used by the arch-rivals of the same city, it was famous because both teams were powerhouses, so it had two names: San Siro and Giuseppe Meazza.
San Siro was the name AC Milan fans called their team's home ground, while Meazza was the name Inter Milan fans called the stadium. AC Milan fans would never call the stadium "Meazza," and Inter Milan fans would never allow others to call the stadium "San Siro" in front of them.
The hostility between the two teams' fans created a special story for the stadium.
There was a saying in Britain about football — without the derby, there would be no modern football.
Whether it was in Britain or other countries, this saying was very true. Milan, the fashion capital, was also the football capital because of the derby. Few cities had two world-class powerhouse teams at the same time, each with a long and glorious history, and they shared the same stadium.
Seeing the familiar stadium appear in front of him, Nottingham Forest's captain, Demetrio Albertini, felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.
He really did not expect to be able to return to this stadium again after being loaned to Atlético Madrid in the 02-03 season. Even though his opponent today was not AC Milan, but his old rival, Inter Milan.
Should he thank Tony Twain? It was this man who gave him the chance to return to San Siro. But why did he have to come here as a "guest"?
Sitting in the front row, Twain looked back at Albertini, who was staring out the window at the approaching stadium, lost in thought.
Kerslake also noticed it. Thinking of Albertini's feelings for the stadium, he became a little worried. "Tony, Demetrio …"
"Don't worry, David. I believe in Demetrio. He's a professional player, "Twain said as he turned back to look in front.
Tang En was right. When Albertini changed into the Nottingham Forest jersey in the changing room and wore the captain's armband on his left arm, the look in Albertini's eyes changed. It became sharp, determined, and calm.
He was the team's captain. Everyone on the team was watching him, including the manager. How could he have any emotions unrelated to the game? If the captain was shaken, then he could not count on the others to play well.
The players had already finished warming up and returned to the locker room.
Twain stood at the door and said to the room full of players with serious expressions, "I don't want to say too much nonsense. I only have one request for every game. You all know that. Today's game is no exception. Do everything possible to win! "
As soon as Twain's voice fell, Albertini was the first to stand up, startling many people.
"Guys, let's go!"
He was the first to open the locker room door.
The road under his feet led to the familiar green field. He had walked this road for a whole 14 years. Whether it was AC Milan's home game or the "away challenge" against Inter Milan, he had always regarded himself as the owner of the stadium. This time, he was truly walking this road as a "guest."
But, so what?
I am Demetrio Albertini. This is my road.
Nottingham Forest's number 4 strode out.
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