Lvyin Fengmo

Chapter 156 Eternal City
8 month 23 day.

"Welcome to Rome!"

Jorge Mendes stepped out of the terminal, opening his arms to the outside world:

"The Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Trevi Fountain, the Mouth of the Word, Piazza Venezia, the Villa Borghese Park, and of course the Roman ruins... Would you mind letting me accompany you on a tour of the Eternal City? "

Lu Feng waved his hands in disgust:
"Sorry, I'm not interested in middle-aged uncle tour guides."

Mendez shrugged:

"If you're looking for romance, then Italy is a good choice, but I also want to remind you that Italians are generally self-righteous and lazy, and you must be tolerant when dealing with them, especially their poor sense of time."

Lu Feng laughed:

"Just now at the security check... I have already learned it."
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Although Mendes did not agree with Lu Feng's decision, at this moment he could only fully support it.

"Jorge, time is a bit rushed, I only have time to rent a villa for you, I hope you will be satisfied."

Alvaro Lopez, the assistant driver arranged by Mendes for Lu Feng, parked the car in front of a villa, and then boasted about his choice:

"This is the most comfortable and safe Olgiata villa area in the north of Rome. It is only 5 kilometers away from the Formello base. You can even run there. It is only a 20-minute drive to the Olympia Stadium. In addition, as far as I know, many players including Klose, Ederson and the old captain Rocky live in this area, maybe you will meet one of them when you take a walk tonight."

Lopez is an out-and-out Lazio fan, but other than that, his job is a tour guide and driver, but he loves freedom and can't stand the rush of going out early and returning late. He usually likes to watch football and drink. The salary he earns is not enough for him to repay the debts of the bar, but fortunately the bar owner is as lazy as he is, and doesn't even bother to press him to pay the debts...

So when he introduced the location, he added "You can run to Formello" emphatically, in order to further reduce his workload.

"Ah, yes," he added, "Although Italy is not big, there are many scumbags. They may offend you and make you feel uncomfortable. I support you to use any means to punish them. I just hope that the whole of Italy will not be punished." generate disgust."

Lu Feng laughed.

Although this tour guide driver smokes, drinks, and is greedy and lazy, he is still a good man who loves his motherland?
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"There is no problem."

On August 8, the Big Three of the Lazio club-owner Claudio Lotito, general manager Igli Tare, and head coach Stefano Pioli received reports from the medical team almost at the same time.

Lu Feng completed the last step before the loan transfer: a full physical examination.

Lotito is a shrewd businessman. His love for football is far less than money and wealth, so after hearing the news, he immediately issued an order to the general manager:

"Tell the business department to build momentum and take the initiative to solicit Chinese sponsors. Does our jersey have no sponsors yet? Let me see how rich Chinese companies are!"

These two bigwigs only consider financial income, but the most difficult problem is thrown to the head coach.

Pioli, who is gentle and submissive, stroked his increasingly sparse forehead, frowned and wrote and drew in his notebook:
"MVP of the Portuguese Super League, MVP of the Europa League, MVP of the World Youth Championship, scored more than 130 goals in half a season... I have been working on the lineup and tactics for a season. Is it necessary to make changes because of him?"

Lotito suddenly became unhappy:
"Think again, if you don't change your tactics, I can only change the head coach."
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October 8st at 25:9 am.

"This is our Formello training base, the largest training ground in the whole of Italy!"

Lopez stopped the car at the gate, where dozens of fans were already waiting for their idol.

But instead of being blocked by enthusiastic fans, they were blocked by security guards.

"Hey, brother, are you a little strange?"

Two young guards with eagle tattoos on their arms knocked on the car window and issued a warning to Lopez in a lazy tone:

"Hurry up and drive away, or be careful that your Mercedes-Benz will have its wheels removed at any time!"

As for Italian, Lu Feng couldn't understand a single word, so he could only watch Lopez communicate with them.

Lopez didn't spend too much time, the two security guards received a call from their superiors, and their faces suddenly became a little uncomfortable, so they had to curse angrily:
"This Sand Sculpture Manager, does this kind of thing need to be at work to arrange it? Couldn't he have notified us earlier?"

They quickly opened the door, smiled dryly and waved to Lu Feng in the back seat:

"Welcome to Formello!"
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"Welcome to Lazio, Lu!"

As the general manager and sports director, Ta Lei warmly greeted Lu Feng and the two in the office:

"Thank you for choosing to join us. I hope this training base will not be much inferior to Melwood."

Lopez translated his welcome speech into English, and Lu Feng nodded politely:

"It's a great training ground, Mr. Talay."

Ta Lei smiled and handed over his business card:

"Nowadays, the general managers of many clubs only understand business development and management, but I am different from them. Voice, please feel free to come to me, Mr. President also hope you can have a good time in Lazio."

Lu Feng took it with both hands, glanced at it politely, and then stuffed it into his pocket:

"Thank you for your attention, I have a problem now, I hope you can help me solve it."

Ta Lei was startled for a moment, then laughed again:
"Haha, please tell me."

Lu Feng pointed out the window:
"I really want to start training now."

Talay glanced at his watch:
"Sorry, sorry, Stefano must have been waiting!"
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"Individual training is over, let's start fighting in groups."

Stefano Pioli glanced at his watch and gave instructions to his coaching staff.

Assistant coach Jocomo Murelli raised an eyebrow:
"Wait no longer?"

They have been partners for 11 years, and they have a tacit understanding with each other. Of course, Murelli knows what Pioli is waiting for.

Pioli stretched out his finger on his wrist:
"I've been waiting for 20 minutes. The second round is two days away. There's no reason to waste precious training time waiting for a rookie... Let's wait a little longer."

His tone changed suddenly as he saw Murelli blinking at him.

Then he heard a familiar voice:
"Sorry sorry, Stefano, I'm late."

Pioli turned around and saw Tare with an apologetic expression.

The head coach could only shake his head:
"It's nothing, we just finished warm-up and individual training."

Tare pointed to the young players around him, and first introduced:
"Stefano, this is our latest signing, Europa League, Portuguese Super League, World Youth Championship MVP, Lu Feng. Lu, this is the head coach of Lazio, Stefano Pioli, you are all personalities Gentle people will be able to get along well."

"Hello, Lu."

"Hello, Mr. Coach."

The head coach and the players extended their right hands almost at the same time and shook them hard.

Pioli touched his chin and squeezed out a smile:
"Let me introduce you to my teammates."

Murelli quickly gathered the players together, and then coughed:
"Guys, this is Lu Feng who just joined us from Liverpool. He was the Portuguese Super League MVP and Europa League MVP last season. In the new season, he will become one of our members."

Sparse applause rang out.

Lu Feng understood most of his introduction, mainly because the pronunciation of many fixed phrases was very similar to English.

Lu Feng smiled and waved to his teammates, and briefly introduced himself under the coach's gesture:
"I'm Lu Feng. I'm from China. I'm receiving youth training at Liverpool. I played for Sporting Lisbon in Portugal last season and achieved some small results."

He uses Italian, which he has just learned from Lopez, and it is almost as simple as "My name is Li Lei" for beginners in English.

Just listen to him continue:
"I know Lazio has a great tradition and great players like Milo Klose, who set a new record in last year's World Cup, uh...isn't he there?"

He glanced around twice in embarrassment among his teammates, but he still didn't find that familiar figure—except for Sporting Lisbon's old teammate Mauricio Nascimento, the only one he could match his name was Crowe. Ze, but now, the German veteran is not there?

Pioli answered him helplessly:

"Sorry, Milo was injured in the game a few days ago. I'm afraid he will have to rest for a few weeks."

(End of this chapter)