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Chapter 172 Is there anyone to practice with me?
After watching the peak battle between AC Milan and Juventus, on the second afternoon, Camacho and all the players of the Chinese team, under the leadership of Su Changwei, visited the Milanello training base and observed the Milan first team on the spot daily training.

After watching for a while, many Chinese players couldn't help nodding:
"Allegri must have reduced the difficulty of today's training to the level we can understand to take care of us, right?"

"Milan's training atmosphere is very good. In this intra-team match, the coaching team will hardly interfere with the tactical play of the two sides, and it is entirely up to the players to play freely!"

Camacho discussed with his assistants with some doubts:
"Why do I feel that Allegri's level is not as good as mine?"

Casselen and Gallego looked at each other, and couldn't help complaining together through brainwaves:
[Allegri has also won a Serie A championship and an Italian Football Association's best coach of the year, you have a fart in your card! 】

[Unless you lead the Chinese team to win the World Cup, you will never be as good as Ah Jiong with one finger! 】

[That is for the sake of being a big brother and you can bring us a lot of money, otherwise we will definitely not give you face! 】

Seeing the two assistants winking, Camacho felt very unhappy. Just as he was about to criticize a few words, he saw Boateng go straight through the line of defense. Before Abbiati attacked, he shot in the dead corner and succeeded!
Today, although he only drew Nocerino for the first time, he immediately activated another characteristic of himself [Brazilian's good friend], and randomly drew Kaka!
In the case of double bonuses, in this 40-minute team training match, he only played 20 minutes to complete the big four!

Of course, more than half of my stamina was consumed...

But after all, it was a young man, and after just taking a bath, he regained his vitality.

I thought that due to the reception task today, the training time was far from the usual standard.

Anyway, Camacho and others had already left, and Su Changwei was going to give himself an extra half hour of practice.

When he walked out of the locker room, he saw several teammates from the second half coming towards him.

It mainly includes De Sciglio, Emma Nursen, De Jong, Niang, Traore, Acerbi, and Kaka who has just recovered from the flu.

"Awei, do you want to practice more?"

Kaka was not surprised.

As early as the Real Madrid period, Su Changwei was a frequent visitor to extra training, and often abused himself in the gym with Ronaldo.

Although Kaka will also practice more, it is mainly because his playing time is too short, so he can only vent on the training ground...

But after arriving in Milan, their playing time has become very stable. In addition, Su Changwei often has to spare time to learn foreign languages, so the number of extra training has decreased significantly.

Su Changwei raised his eyebrows at them:
"I didn't have enough training today, brothers, who will accompany me?"

His little fanboy De Sciglio was the first to shake his head:
"I promised to go to the movies with my girlfriend, and I will accompany you tomorrow!"

Kaka is apologetic:
"I promised to take Luka to buy new toys, tomorrow will be sure!"

De Jong also refused:

"Today I want to have dinner with my family, tomorrow will be sure!"

Niang put his arms around Traore and said happily:

"We're going to go racing in the suburbs! I'm afraid we won't have time tomorrow!"

Seeing that they were as good as brothers, Su Changwei suddenly remembered:

[A few months ago, Niang was detained by the traffic police for driving without a license. He impersonated Traore's name! 】

[Traore was interrogated by the police all night because of this, but he didn't expect to remember any grudges! 】

He looked at Emma Nursen again, the face of the Dutch winger was not as relaxed as before:

"I've made an appointment with my agent, and I want to talk about my next step..."

Su Changwei immediately understood.

"Electric car" really doesn't have many chances to play this season, and Allegri may have informed him to find another way out...

Su Changwei was suddenly discouraged.

[My popularity in the team should be quite good! 】

[Why is no one willing to practice with me? 】

[When I was in Real Madrid, I didn’t need to find someone to practice with. Ronaldo, Kaka, Callejon, Alonso, Ramos, Khedira, Arbeloa, Pepe... almost all consciously Stay on base and practice for an extra 20-30 minutes! 】

[Even Benzema, known as the "lazy cat", sometimes trains himself! 】

After screening, Acerbi was the last one left.

Su Changwei was about to ask politely, but maybe because he didn't have much contact with him, he actually forgot the other person's name...

He had no choice but to hide his embarrassment with a smile:

"Dude, do you have time, let's train for another half hour?"

Originally, he was just asking politely, but he didn't expect this lone teammate to nod readily after being slightly taken aback:
"also!"
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Francesco Acerbi, born in 1988, serves as a central defender. He is 1.9 meters tall and half a head taller than Su Changwei.

Originally, Su Changwei's ideal partner for training was De Sciglio, who was a full-back, but this little boy had just made a girlfriend, and it was the time of the fire, so he didn't care about the big brother's needs at all...

Now replaced by the tall Acerbi, Su Changwei can train a lot less.

He can't bully the slow-turning central defender with his speed, he can only exercise his foot skills in one-on-one frontal offensive and defensive battles.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Su Changwei can clearly feel that Acerbi's attention is obviously more focused during one-on-one than during team training or games.

I obviously still have Kaka's bonus on my body, but I can't break through his defense 100%. After more than 20 minutes, I am even more exhausted than in the team match!

"call……"

Su Changwei let out a long breath, and it condensed into a large white mist in the cold evening.

Glancing at the clock on the barbed wire, he asked his teammates:
"It's been almost half an hour, do you want to continue practicing?"

Acerbi lifted the hem of his jersey and wiped the sweat from his forehead:

"It doesn't matter, anyway... I have nothing to do."

Although it was just a short conversation, Su Changwei felt a huge negative emotion from his teammates:

Loneliness, loneliness, sadness, indifference, numbness, pain.

Even Su Changwei, who is not very educated, thought of a sentence from a long time ago:

"Standing alone, inseparable from each other".

Su Changwei gave up his plan to continue training and sent an invitation to his opponent:
"It's very late, do you want to try the taste of Chinese food?"
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An hour later, in a Chinese restaurant that Su Changwei frequented, the most common Chinese dishes were placed in front of the two of them.

Acerbi clumsily raised his chopsticks, and managed to pick up a shredded bamboo shoot from a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork. A few drops of sweat had already appeared on his forehead...

"Take it easy, man."

Su Changwei smiled and handed him the spoon:

"Thinking about it carefully, we are all new teammates who joined Milan this season, and this is the first time we have dinner alone."

Acerbi said "thank you" and smiled faintly:
"Usually at this time, I'm almost drunk."

Su Changwei asked casually:
"What do you like to drink? How about we have a party some other day?"

Acerbi lowered his head slightly, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes:
"Like to drink? I don't know."

"But what else can I do besides drink?"

Su Changwei sighed, asked the waiter for a bottle of white wine, and poured two cups:

"Would you like a taste? Our spirits."

Acerbi didn't refuse, but raised his neck and drank it in one gulp.

The two of them ate and drank. Su Changwei, who has always been a light drinker, actually drank a full [-] ​​taels today!
Acerbi on the opposite side had blurred eyes and a stiff tongue. He almost peed in his crotch when he went to the bathroom!
"what!"

He suddenly let out a low cry, and then his eyes widened:
"Su, don't think I don't know, since you joined Milan, you have never looked at me directly!"

Su Changwei supported his aching head, but did not speak.

Acerbi was just talking to himself:
"I took Nesta's No. 13 jersey, but I never wanted to be the second Nesta!"

Su Changwei still didn't speak.

Acerby shook his head, completely drunk:
"Since the death of my old man last summer, I can no longer find the motivation to play football."

"I go to bars and nightclubs every day, trying to anesthetize myself with alcohol and women..."

"Su, don't you think it's ridiculous?"

His saliva sprayed onto Su Changwei's face.

Su Changwei subconsciously shook his head:

"No, I understand."

The life and death of relatives will always make people depressed. The most typical example is the former Adriano.

After the death of his father, the former king of Meazza was addicted to drinking and sex, and his competitive state fell precipitously. From the most perfect all-around forward in football, he became a useless person without a ball to play. He even left early at the golden age of 26. into the mainstream league...

"You understand what a fart!"

Acerby snorted coldly, slapped the table and stood up, and suddenly broke out:
"From the first day you joined Milan, you were trained as the core, and even Galliani obeyed you. How could you understand my feelings? Ah!"

Su Changwei slapped him and pushed him back to his seat:

"When I joined the team, those old players, did anyone welcome me?"

"On the first day of the training session, Cassano made things difficult for me. You Italians, who will stand up for me?"

Acerby hiccupped and stared at him, as if he had lost his ability to think.

Su Changwei's voice echoed in this small box:
"You're drunk, you're in a slump, and you're still playing in a team like AC Milan.

But if I can't show a decent performance like you, not to mention AC Milan, Italian football, any club in Europe, I won't have a foothold! "

Acerbi suddenly put his head in his hands, lay down on the table and burst into tears.

While crying, he muttered drunken words like "Mom and Dad".

Su Changwei wanted to encourage him a few more words to cheer him up again, but in the next second his vision went dark and he lost consciousness!
【Oh shit! 】

[I overestimated my drinking capacity! 】

(End of this chapter)