number one striker

Chapter 279 Stewardess Service

Milan is a great city, not only in terms of art, economy and political status, but even more so in football.Milanese can proudly claim that they are the only city with two giants.

Of course, those who say this are fake fans or people who don't understand football. A real Nerazzurri or Rosenelli will never recognize the status of the other party.

But the fact is that Milan does have two giants.Just when Inter Milan was at odds over signings, the opposite AC Milan was complacent because of the smooth signings.

They didn't spend a penny to buy Yepes, as well as Amelia, Papastathopoulos and KP Boateng, these are very cost-effective players.

And Galliani is not satisfied, because these blue-collars alone can't fight against Inter Milan, they need more heavy transfers.

"Ade, are you sure that Ronaldinho is on a mission to go back, not secretly playing?" The new coach Leonardo stood on the edge of the training ground, next to him was a bald man in a long-sleeved shirt and black shorts, and a bicycle was parked beside him.

"He is indeed injured, anyway, can't keep up with the summer training. Instead of letting him spend his days and nights under our noses, it is better to go back to Brazil and do something downright." Galliani said with a shrug.

"Ronaldo's salary is too high. Although he performed well last season, why don't we list him out?"

Galliani sighed and said, "I'm willing to make a move. The key point is that no one is willing to buy. Well, when it comes to this, I feel depressed. You see how good he played last season, but he was injured at a critical moment. What do you want me to do? But there are advantages to keeping him. If he can maintain the state of last season, we hope to pull Inter Milan down this year. And having him around can also guide Pato to grow as soon as possible. They are both Brazilians, and they have nothing to say to each other."

"You still said." Leonardo became angry when he mentioned this. Pato performed well last season, and he is also the team's top scorer in the plan of coach Leonardo.But there is only one thing, Pato was late for Leonardo's first day of training.

Not 10 minutes, 10 minutes, but a whole morning.

At that time, the staff of the whole club tried their best to call him, but there was no response when they went to Pato's apartment to hammer the door. Leonardo was anxious to call the police.

As a result, at 12 o'clock, Pato appeared on the training ground in a daze. Looking at him like that, Leonardo thought that Pato had been drugged or took drugs, so he hurried to the team medical room for examination.

After a series of meticulous physical examinations, the doctor issued a physical examination report to Leonardo.

"The alcohol content in the blood is greater than 120mg/100ml." Leonardo looked at the smirking Pato speechlessly, and instantly became furious.

"If Ronaldinho hadn't brought Pato around to have a good time, he wouldn't have developed the habit of hanging out in nightclubs." Leonardo sighed, "I have to persuade him when I have time. Pato's talent is unique. In my heart, he is much better than that Caesar."

"You're right, I'll talk to him about it."

After finishing speaking, Galliani rode away on his bicycle, while Leonardo looked at the stadium, secretly hoping that Ronaldinho would be able to convince that man to come over this time, after all, he was also the former "Pelé II".

Kaiser was on a Lufthansa flight from Germany to São Paulo, Brazil, a long trip, and he put on a blindfold as soon as he got on the plane.During this period of hard training, my body has accumulated a lot of fatigue.

There is a 5 hour time difference between Dortmund and Sao Paulo, plus 12 hours of flight time, most of the time it is pitch black outside the plane window.

Caesar woke up from a sleepy, sore neck from sleeping on the plane.Fortunately, Caesar bought the first-class cabin, which has a wider seat.It's just that this route doesn't seem to be very busy. Apart from Caesar, there is only an elderly couple sleeping soundly.The snoring of passengers came from behind, and the surroundings were quiet.

"Hi sir, can I ask you a favor?" Just as Caesar was feeling bored, a stewardess in a dark blue Lufthansa uniform poked his head in. "There seems to be something wrong with the toilet in front. I'm not strong enough."

She stuck out her tongue playfully, she was young, her face was full of collagen, her long legs wrapped in black stockings were sensual and looked full of elasticity.

Naturally, Caesar would not refuse the beauty's request, and immediately turned into a volunteer and followed her away, although he was not good at cleaning toilets.

All the way, Caesar was looking at the stewardess's twisting and twisting buttocks, which were round and plump.

Caesar, who had been training all the time and rarely interacted with Rosie, couldn't help being aroused by the pair of plump and juicy peaches, and quickly recited the multiplication table silently to suppress his desire.

"It's here." The stewardess turned around and pointed to the toilet.

Caesar and her squeezed in and looked up and down, as if there was nothing wrong.

"I said, it seems not." Caesar turned his head and opened his mouth in surprise.

The girl raised her index finger in front of her lips, winked at Caesar, and took off her shirt with the other hand.

"The journey is so long, do you want some special service? My dear Luther Kaiser." The flight attendant put her arms around Caesar's neck and whispered in his ear.

The girl turned out to be a huge fan of Caesar, and even had Caesar's head tattooed on her lower back.

Caesar boasted that sitting in his arms would cause chaos, and beauties throw themselves into his arms.

Where am I still in the mood?

Talking about it, doing it, Caesar tore a hole in the crotch of the flight attendant's sexy pantyhose, and the two of them had an aerial work.

After more than 20 minutes of "volunteer work", Caesar sneaked out.

The elderly couple just woke up, nodded politely to Caesar, and stopped the stewardess who came out after them.

"I'd like some coffee, please."

"Ok."

While responding to the old man's request, the girl twisted her butt towards Caesar.

The 12-hour flight was finally over. Caesar stretched his waist and went down with his backpack on his back.

"Welcome to take this flight, I wish you a pleasant journey." A row of stewardesses lined up at the door, sending passengers off.

The girl blended in, winking at Caesar.

Caesar immediately decided that he must get a Lufthansa Gold Card after returning home, after all, their "service" is really good.

(End of this chapter)