number one striker

Chapter 154 Two Horses
The media is the most forgetful group. When Caesar is in good shape, they can't wait to blow Caesar to the sky.

It is also "Ronaldo's successor", "the third king after Ronaldo and Messi", and "Inter Milan's eukaryotic". As a result, they did not score in two consecutive games, and they jumped out to criticize Caesar.

"Caesar's offensive method is too single. As long as the opponent consciously prevents him from breaking through, Caesar has nothing to do."

"His creativity is insufficient, and after the breakthrough is blocked, he is like a dazed outsider on the court."

"'Caesar's New Clothes' has been stripped! Where are those who preached him now?"

Criticism from the media came like a flood. At the beginning, Caesar wanted to find a solution to the problem, but in the end, he found that it was all criticism, and there was no constructive opinion at all.

What a fart, Caesar unsubscribed all the newspapers.

There are 5 days between the end of the Champions League against Kiev and the next round against Catania. Caesar wanted to prove his ability, but he could only wait silently.

When Varga came back from the show, he immediately came to Caesar's house to have sex with him.Although she was young, she had seen quite a few scenes, and she lived like a genius. The moment the two embraced, she felt something was wrong with Caesar.

"Honey, are you not happy?" After a lingering "Great Rain After a Long Drought", Varga teased Caesar with her tender feet.

Caesar's movement of stroking Varga was obviously stiff, and then he sighed: "It's okay, it's just that I haven't been in a good state recently, and I haven't scored a goal for a long time."

"I'm too busy these days, and I don't have time to watch your game." Varga sped up his movements, "The day after tomorrow is my sister's birthday, and we're going to have a big party at home, remember to come. I'm going to prepare at home, and I won't have time to accompany you these two days."

"You still have a sister." Caesar touched his head, and he realized that he didn't seem to know anything about Varga.Apart from her body, she doesn't know her life, family, hobbies or even her birthday.

It seems that my boyfriend is too incompetent.

"Gazzetta dello Sport" maintained a rare calmness when the whole people poured out Caesar. Andre Leonardo had seen the disadvantages of Caesar's single offensive method long ago.

If you can score goals with fast speed, then just invite a group of sprinters to play.

But Caesars was in the limelight at the time, and I was a fan of Inter Milan. After thinking about it, I still didn't include it in the analysis.

"Hey." Assistant Zhang Yu moved a stack of documents to Leonardo's desk, but it was not stable and all fell off.

Leonardo didn't say anything, this daredevil didn't say it once or twice, and he didn't bother to talk about her.However, the photos she took during the competition are quite good, whether it is framing or capturing, they are very clear and neat.

If it wasn't for this skill, the editor-in-chief probably would have fired her long ago.

"Andre, how do I feel that Caesar's name is all in the newspapers recently, and it's not good news." As reporters, they will also read reports from other media.

Take others' strengths and make up for your own weaknesses.

Leonardo shrugged: "If the weakness is discovered, life will naturally be difficult."

"Then what to do, I remember that guy played pretty well."

Leonardo thought for a while: "The only way is to improve your own level. If it is Ronaldo or Messi, you will never fall into the predicament of Caesar."

The day before the game in Catania, Caesar came back from the training ground, but saw two short middle-aged men hovering in front of his house.

It was Balotelli last time, who is it this time? Why is there such a crowd at the door of my house?
Could it be a reporter?

Caesar covered his face with his jersey and walked over quietly.

"I told you he's not at home now! Let you come later! There is a game tomorrow, which club will let you rest?"

"Fuck, training? What is training? I, Diego Maradona, never have to train!"

"So you lost to me in the 90 World Cup."

"You didn't score the goal! What are you talking about?!"

"You didn't score a goal in the 86 final!"

"I have an assist!"

"Help your mother with a leg!"

Caesar stared dumbfounded at the two yelling loudly at his door. A short fat man was holding a bottle of wine in his hand, and was pouring it into his mouth while yelling.And another man in a suit and leather shoes with neat hair had rough skin and looked at the alcoholic opposite with disgust.

"Horse, Maradona?! Mateus?!" Caesar said these two names in disbelief.

The two turned their heads, and Mateus immediately adjusted his tie: "You are finally back."

"This is Caesar? He looks like a virgin." Maradona seemed to have drunk a lot and his face was flushed.

"W-why are you two at my door?!" Caesar touched his pocket, wanting to take a group photo first.

Maradona came over and stopped him by the shoulder: "A group photo is 2 euros."

Caesar immediately retracted the hand that took out the phone.

"Stingy! No wonder he is still a virgin." Maradona felt that standing was too tiring, so he simply sat on the grass.

"I have a girlfriend!"

"In my eyes, anyone who has fucked less than 20 women is a virgin." Maradona dropped the bottle and smashed Caesar's window at once.

"." Caesar looked at Mateus speechlessly, what is this guy doing here? !

Maradona said carelessly: "This grandson found me yesterday and begged me to say that a younger generation encountered a bottleneck and wanted me to come and give some advice. Is it you?"

Caesar looked at Mateus, feeling a little touched in his heart.

Mateus' face remained unchanged and said: "I'm here for Inter Milan, don't think too much."

Caesar scratched the back of his head: "Then what should I do?"

Maradona got up: "Go, take me to the nearest football field, my old bones can't stand the bumps of long-distance travel."

"Then you still serve as the coach of Argentina?"

"Because I want to prove that I am better than you as a head coach."

"What do you mean by the word 'also'?!"

"It means that I am better than you as a player!"

"Draft Master!"

Caesar drove the car silently, even though the two people behind were making noise, he pretended not to hear it.

Zhang Yu had a rest this afternoon, and she went out for a stroll with the foreign student friend she met in Milan.

I don't know if it was because they were football reporters, but they walked and came to the iron cage stadium in the park.

"Hey, that kid is pretty handsome." Zhang Yu just sat under the shade of a tree when he heard his friend A yelling.

She looked up and saw a combination of one tall and two short walking into the field.

Take a closer look, isn't that Caesar? !

(End of this chapter)