number one striker

Chapter 148 Balotelli's Brain!You are all water!
After returning from Russia, Caesar caught a cold and missed several days of training.In addition to him, there are other players who feel unwell.

The current Caesar is no longer the one who just came to Milan and almost no one cares about him. His absence also made the fans nervous instantly.

"Is Caesar injured?!"

"Is it serious? Can we play in the next round against Udinese?"

Soon, the team released official news, stating that Caesar was absent from training because of a bad cold.

"As for the next round, it depends on Caesar's recovery."

In the last two games, Inter Milan lost in the league and won the Champions League, and Balotelli was sent off consecutively. The team is in a relatively unstable situation.

If Caesar can't play, the team's offense is bound to be affected.

Therefore, Faria specially warned Caesar that he must rest well at home, and said to him meaningfully: "General professional players are physically stronger, and minor diseases such as colds rarely come to their door. But, if the body is relatively weak, it is hard to say."

Caesar said helplessly, "Rui, can we just speak up if we have something to say?"

"Ahem." Faria winked and said, "I mean, don't play around with your sexy little wild cat these two days, so as not to aggravate the condition."

Caesar sighed and said, "She went out for a show just after we came back from Russia, and I don't know when she will come back this time."

Faria nodded again and again: "Good thing, good thing, then you can rest at ease."

So these two days, Caesar has been playing games at home.In the new PES2010, his name is already in the Inter Milan camp.

However, the data did not reflect Caesar's ability at all.

The limit speed is only 90, and the starting speed is 92, which is not as high as Caesar's value when he was in Red and White Allen.

So Caesar secretly changed the data by himself, but it's not interesting to play the game for a long time. After dark, he was going to go out for a stroll.

As a result, just as Caesar walked out the door, he saw a dark-skinned burly man dangling on the grass not far away. Caesar took a closer look and saw that it was Balotelli, who has been "in the limelight" recently?
What is this guy doing here?

Want to take advantage of my illness and kill me?

At the beginning, the two had disliked each other because of Varga, but since returning from China, the relationship between the two has gradually eased. Although they are not friends, they are not enemies either.

Why, now he finally exposed his jealousy of Caesar, and became angry and crowned as a beauty?
Caesar, covered in drama, touched a stick and walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Caesar yelled from a distance, Balotelli looked back, his expression was obviously stagnant.

"No, it's nothing." His flustered look obviously meant something, and Caesar didn't bother to care about him, and said, "Why don't you train well and come here?"

Balotelli looked over with an uneasy face, and Caesar remembered that because of consecutive red cards, Balotelli was fined 1 euros by the team and suspended for 3 games within the team.

Mourinho even said: "It doesn't matter if you come to training or not, no, it's better not to come, I will be annoyed when I see you."

Balotelli walked out of the training ground on the spot, and the madman ordered everyone to continue training as if nothing had happened.

Although Caesar was not present, he heard Muntari tell him.

"Oh, you're in a bad mood, so you came to chat with my patient?" Caesar threw the stick away, but Balotelli said, "I just came to see if Varga is here."

"Okay, Balotelli, Varga belongs to me, and you still want to pry the corner?" Caesar immediately picked up the stick and stared at Balotelli.

As a result, Balotelli rolled his eyes: "Just kidding, I have long lost interest in her."

"That's good, no! Why are you not interested in her? Varga is no better than those rouge vulgar fans around you." Caesar carried the stick and said impatiently: "Then why are you here?"

"I, want to ask, how can I play well." Balotelli finally said hesitantly.

Caesar looked left and right, pointed to his nose and said, "Ask me?"

"Otherwise, is there anyone else here?" Balotelli managed to pluck up the courage and let go of his posture, but Caesar came over meanly and said, "Then can I understand that in your heart, I am a figure like a teacher?"

Balotelli gritted his teeth and turned around to get into the car. Caesar stood there with a smile and didn't stop him.

"Damn, can you stop me and die?" Balotelli sat in the driver's seat and turned around helplessly.

"Go, take you to a place." Caesar jumped into his luxury car.

"where?"

"Where do you usually go at night?" Caesar asked back.

"Club." Balotelli frankly frightening.

"Then go to the nightclub." Caesar stretched out his long legs, a luxury car is a luxury car, and his legs can be straightened.

"Don't you have a cold?"

"I'm not here to pick up girls. Didn't you ask me how to play football well?"

"Yeah, does this have anything to do with nightclubs?"

"Why not, let's go to the one you like best."

Soon, the two drove to Balotelli's favorite nightclub.The music here is as loud as thunder, and there are some scantily clad women at the door, watching the crowds coming and going, ready to tease them.

"It's indeed your favorite nightclub! It's tacky enough!"

Balotelli snorted, followed behind and said, "If you let Mourinho know that you came to the nightclub while you were resting, he will definitely kill you."

"Don't worry, my illness is almost cured. Besides, didn't I come here to help you?"

After speaking, the two found a place to sit down, and Caesar ordered a few bottles of rather expensive wine to be placed on the table.

"Could it be that you are trying to get a drink?" Balotelli looked at him suspiciously, and Caesar took out a glass and motioned for Balotelli to pour the wine.

"Keep pouring until I tell you to stop."

Balotelli had no choice but to nod, and began to pour wine for Caesar.

Caesar didn't stop until the wine glass was full.

Balotelli had to keep pouring and pouring until the bottle was finally empty.

A few women whom Caesar looked down upon came over and sat beside them, looking at them curiously.

"No more." Balotelli shook the bottle.

"Well, what do you think?"

"What do you think?" Balotelli looked puzzled.

"I mean, what have you learned from this incident?" Caesar looked over with an inscrutable expression.

Balotelli was lost in thought, which was new to him.

"Well, you mean, do you need an appropriate amount? It's like kicking a ball. If you use too much force, you can't kick it in." Balotelli asked, remembering what Eto'o said to him.

"wrong."

"Uh, you mean drink less?"

"wrong."

"what is that?"

"I mean, you're like this bottle with too much water in it! Pour them out and you'll be light and sharp. In other words, I think you've got water in your head and it's time to fix it."

The women laughed immediately, looking at Balotelli with mockery in their eyes.

(End of this chapter)