number one striker

Chapter 143 Interview
Muntari could clearly feel that Caesar's training attitude in the past two days was very ordinary.

Caesar has been slouching on the training ground since his return from Cagliari.He doesn't run much, shoots weakly, and even rarely does his best 90° spike.

Muntari, who thinks he is the big brother, felt that he needed to hold a meeting for Caesar, so during the training break, he called Caesar over and stood with his arms crossed with a serious face.

Caesar walked over confused, what kind of medicine is sold in this Muntari gourd?

"Luther."

"Eh."

"Have you been a little flustered lately, kid?" Muntari said to Caesar with a dark face—although he was originally dark, but today it was particularly dark.

Caesar looked left and right: "No, am I standing on the ground properly?"

"Your uncle!" Muntari punched, and Caesar dodged short: "What are you going to do?"

"Let me ask you, do you think it's great if you can break the goals of AC Milan and Barcelona? Now no one looks down on you, and you don't even train seriously?"

Caesar looked confused: "No."

"No?" Muntari sneered, "I've seen it all! Didn't you count what you've been doing in training these two days? You're lazy and perfunctory."

Caesar suddenly realized, and he spread his hands: "Don't blame me, it is Varga who is back."

"Ah?" Muntari opened his mouth wide, and he didn't expect it to be so.

"However, you are too imaginary, a little girl squeezed you dry?" Monta revealed contempt.

Caesar smiled wryly, "Brother, for two days in a row, from dark to dawn, try it."

Damn, work till dawn?
Muntari's expression suddenly became wretched, in stark contrast to the serious and sanctimonious Muntari just now.Caesar almost thought that the kid had used the avatar technique, leaving behind a wretched version of Muntari.

That little girl in Varga is so fierce?But it's true, those long legs resisted on the shoulders, even the gods couldn't stand it!
"Hey, what are you thinking?" Caesar looked at Muntari's sticky crotch, and really wanted to break it off.

Muntari was embarrassed, and immediately sat on the ball and fake coughed twice: "Don't blame the brothers for not being human, just blame the siblings for being too charming."

Caesar glared at him, and then sat on the ball to rest.

Since the last tenderness, Varga, who was taken down by one blood, knew that Caesar was a thorough foot control.

When she came back this time, she packed a box of stockings and high heels.

From wrapping hips to open crotch, from long tubes to socks, from black to white, from thin to thick, Kaiser never knew that there are so many kinds of stockings.

After each cloud and rain, Caesar just lay there and watched Varga change one.However, he raised his gun again and started a second round of shelling.

This girl is also very good at matching, every time she wears high heels and stockings, Caesar can't help herself, and she doesn't want to get off the bed.

The two were resting, and Captain Zanetti came over.

"Luther!"

Caesar turned his head, and Zanetti pointed behind him: "Someone wants to interview you."

"Oh?" Caesar stood up, left the wretched Muntari and followed the captain.

I think it's the Sky TV station that Struth helped me contact, right?

On the way, Zanetti said bluntly: "Luther, your recent training state is not very good."

Caesar didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Captain! Why did you even say that?"

Then, he explained the cause and effect of the matter to Zanetti.

The blue and black captain is obviously a positive person. He just patted Caesar on the shoulder and said solemnly: "There is an old saying in the far east. The translation is: 'You don't know the value of sex when you are young, and you cry when you are old.' Luther, pay attention to restraint."

Caesar rolled his eyes violently, captain, your uncle!

Caesar has been in Italy for a while, and to his own surprise, he learned Italian very quickly.

Was Caesar himself a linguistic genius?

Now, he can already have some daily communication with his Italian teammates in the team.As long as grammar and uncommon words are not involved, Caesar is fine.

Zanetti took Caesar to the rest shed outside the venue, where a petite female anchor was waiting.Behind her are two strong men, carrying the machine and staring at it.

"Luther, this is Eliza, the number one goddess of Sky Sports. Elisa, this is Luther Kaiser." Zanetti helped the two of them introduce and left.

Elisa stared at Caesar flickeringly with her big eyes, and stretched out a small hand: "Nice to meet you."

"Me too." Caesar squeezed the girl's fingers and shook them, but Eliza slipped her little hand and slipped into Caesar's hands.

Damn, what are you doing, hooking up with me?

I'm warning you better not to do this, I'm an idiot.

Caesar muttered in his heart, and Eliza smiled like a little fox: "So, shall we start?"

"What? Eliza interviewing Luther?!" the teenager Thornton howled, "Ahhh!! Elisa! My goddess!!"

Balotelli said disdainfully: "What's so good about a little girl who doesn't care much?"

"Mario! I warn you not to insult my goddess!!" With that, Thornton and Balotelli started messing around.

Zanetti stood beside Mourinho and told the coach why Caesar's training attitude was average.

"Damn it, can't this grandson bear it?" Mourinho couldn't help scolding, while Faria said with a smile: "Little guys at this age are all like monkeys, how can they bear it."

Zanetti also said: "Don't worry, coach, I think Luther is a well-measured person."

Mourinho snorted and yelled at the resting players: "Hurry up! Training!"

Elisa started asking about Caesar's debut. Although Andy had already spread the story of Caesar throughout Germany, it was the first time that people knew about Caesar in Italy.

Caesar spoke very slowly in his unproficient Italian, and Elisa was not in a hurry, she just looked at Caesar so tenderly, and laughed like a wind chime from time to time.

Caesar also became more and more relaxed, talking a lot more without knowing it.

It was almost time to end, and Elisa shrugged regretfully: "Okay, Luther, I look forward to your next performance, and wish you can win everything you want. Thank you for accepting my interview. Let's talk again when we have time."

Caesar nodded and shook hands with Eliza one last time.

"By the way, can I ask, who gave this bracelet?" Elisa noticed the jewelry on Caesar's wrist from the very beginning, "You wear a bandage on your wrist every game, just to cover it."

"That's right." Caesar looked at the bracelet, "A friend gave it to me."

"Varga?"

"No, it was given by a little girl."

　There is at least one more chapter in the afternoon, so stay tuned.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)