our euro cup

Chapter 39 You brought an Italian girl back to the Croatian station? (Today's update is asking for support)
The plane took off and carried me and Alostiff back to Poznan, Poland.After playing all night and returning to the training base, I had a difficult time...

Yes, this man's place, how should I deal with Alostiff?

Could it be that she just hid in the dormitory between Modric and me?
Although I did buy a lot of Italian macaroni at the Turin airport, but... Will he really allow something as big as a living person, and will he really keep it a secret for me?What's more, after we finish playing against Italy, we will fly to Gdansk, Poland, to play the last group match against Spain, the champion of the last European Cup. At that time, will she fly to Gdansk with us? ?If she stays here, what if we never come back?

"Bah, bah, why don't you come back again, we will definitely win Spain, and then we will go back to Poznan and continue to play in the knockout round!" The members of the Croatian national team actually bad-mouthed their national team here?Do you still want to hang out?

Alostiff smiled and said, "What's the matter, don't you have a hotel in your training base?"

"Hey, if there was a hotel, I would have sent you there a long time ago. This base is a typical pure sports training base, which is specially used to provide training conditions for professional sports teams. There are only dormitories, no hotels, and no big hotels. etc. So I do have a bit of a problem - I don't live alone in the team, my roommate is Tottenham Hotspur midfielder Luka Modric, if I bring you back In the dormitory, it’s no wonder that he wasn’t surprised when he saw it, if he yelled “Ah” and scared our head coach, Mr. Bilic, wouldn’t I be eliminated from the Croatian team?”

"Hahaha, your head coach is really stubborn. Unlike us, you can come whenever you want, play wherever you want, and just participate in training normally. Whether the training state is good or bad is the main thing. The only criterion for coaches to select talents. Look at you, you are so strict every day, and you don’t see how good your results are. The last European Cup won three consecutive group matches, but the first knockout match was given to the underdog Turkey. Just kill it, ha ha."

"Your Italian women's football team is so free?" I was taken aback.

"Isn't that right? We Italians are known for our laziness. If we are not lazy, we can't produce artists. Of course, our country has a good foundation. The Renaissance was born in Italy, and then the British Industrial Revolution also spread to Italy. Italy The level of industrialization in China is already very high. In Europe, it is second only to Germany, France, Britain and other countries. Everyone doesn’t need to work very much. They are all done by robots, so most people are engaged in art, playing football, As for life, hehe, we just want to go wherever we want, no one can control us."

"It turns out that's the case... But we in Croatia can't do this, because the fate of our country is not as good as yours..."

My heart sank.Yes, I am a Croatian, not Italian, not German, not British, and not French. The country I live in is an emerging country that just became independent 20 years ago. The surrounding areas of our country are still years old The flames of war broke out in China, and the flames of war in the Balkan Peninsula have been raging for more than a day or two. Foreigners say that we are a powder keg in the Balkans, and this is not wrong at all.So our industry is not as good as theirs in Italy. Everyone in our country will have no food if they don't work.There is no decent art in our country, because no one is willing to dedicate time to study art and give up the opportunity to run around for three meals a day.The sports in our country can be said to rely entirely on talent, because our race in the Balkans has both outstanding height and strong body, and at the same time has a body flexibility comparable to that of South Americans.It can be said that, except for speed, which is relatively weak for us people in the Balkans, all the skills required for football are top-notch in the world.However, the organization of sports in our country is far behind that of traditional powers—for example, Italy, which has a total of ten league organizations from the first division to the "three types of leagues". Even in the top league like Kejia, there are only ten teams participating.Our foundation is really different from theirs, that's why we are always so hard and they are so easy, but we still can't catch up with them...

"Our Italian football has a complete star manufacturing chain and process. After all, our football development has gone through more than 100 years. Such mature experience is indeed lacking in other countries and regions. However, like you Croatia , because of the talent of the race, coupled with the "golden generation" that emerges from time to time as the driving force, your sports still occupy an important position in the European sports world. Like the semi-finals of the 98 World Cup, like tennis player Cilic, Like the Croatian basketball team that often reaches the quarter-finals or even the semi-finals of the World Series, etc. But although you have strong people, you are always one step away from the championship." Alostiff continued.After all, she is the goalkeeper of the Italian women's national football team. She is very familiar with European sports. Her analysis opened my eyes.

"You are amazing, Alostiff." I admired.

"Hehe, no, I'm pretty good. Compared with this, where are you going to leave me tonight?" Alostiff stood on tiptoe and shook her body cutely.Her swaying flower branches made me more and more infatuated...

"Where do you want to live...I have no choice but to bet on Modric." I patted the pasta in my bag: "With this, I don't believe that Modric won't help smooth things over."

"Hehe, let's try it." Alostiff laughed.

……

"Modric, Modric." I put my mouth close to Modric's ear and called him softly.

"Hey, why are my ears so itchy... snort... snort..." Modric rubbed his ears in a daze, wiped them, and fell asleep snoring again.

"Hey, this Modric, he's so sleepy." I didn't know what to do with him, but I didn't dare to shout loudly, so I quietly blow the wind into his ear...

"Wow! It's so itchy!" Modric finally woke up from the itch this time, and he sat up suddenly, hitting my teeth with his head, and the pain made me almost cry.

"Hey, what are you doing, Qiu Suo?" Modric's forehead was cut a small hole by me, and his pain may only be worse than mine.

"Ouch, Modric, don't yell, don't yell." I hurriedly covered his mouth.

After going on like this for a long time, Modric finally figured out the situation—he stared at Alostiff standing in front of him, looked and looked, and looked and looked, his eyes were straight—

"Hey, Modric, why are you staring at him like this?" I reminded him embarrassingly.

"Oh, oh oh, okay, I won't watch it, I won't watch it, no wonder you talked about Alostiff all night last night, so this girl is so sexy and beautiful..."

"Brother Modric, please, let's get down to business now." I quickly changed the subject.

"Okay, this, do you... want her to sleep with us? Besides... you actually took an Italian girl back to the Croatian station? Our next game will be against Italy." Modric was embarrassed The disease is about to be committed.

"Uh...yes...that..." My embarrassment is about to break out.

"Here...just two beds, where do you want her to sleep?" Modric said awkwardly.

"Uh...then...I sleep on the floor and she sleeps on my bed, it's okay..." I was even more embarrassed.

"Well... aren't you afraid that I can't help but look at people secretly?" Modric leaned close to my ear and said softly.

"Well... you are not afraid that I will castrate you?" I also leaned close to Modric's ear and whispered.

"Hey! Classmate Chuso Vikingstic, you are too cruel, no, no, no, no, you can't let her live here, otherwise I will be in danger, and you will turn into a tiger and eat people. "Modric shook his head like something.

"Oh, no." I was taken aback, and quickly took out the pasta: "Hey, look, I brought you pasta, this is the real thing I just bought at Turin Airport, look, you can help I'm busy."

"Hey, macaroni!" Modric salivated when he saw the macaroni, and rushed towards me.

"Hey, hey? If you don't help me, don't give me food." I made a gesture to put away the macaroni.

"Help, help, bring the macaroni." Modric grabbed the macaroni and gobbled it up.He was already complaining about not having enough food last night, but this time, he was finally full.

I exchanged glances with Alostive and laughed——

The big question of how Alostiff lived was finally solved smoothly.

(End of this chapter)