Messi was so scared that he cried when he maxed out his header talent at the start of the game

Chapter 366

In the lobby of the Waldorf Hotel.

A duo wearing sunglasses, one black and one white, is particularly eye-catching.

The white man with a high-top haircut and earrings is not very tall, but he has the cutest height difference with the short black man next to him.

Antonio Cassano took off his sunglasses and smiled at the front desk staff, thinking he was charming.

"Beauty, do you know Su?"

"Are you talking about the Croatian men's football player, Mr. Su? Of course I know him!"

"OKOK, then can you tell me which room he is staying in?"

"Uh... Sorry sir, we can't disclose the information of the guests."

The front desk lady showed a vigilant expression.

During this period of time.

She has seen too many crazy fans come to the hotel lobby to harass the Croatian men's football players.

The nervous duo wearing sunglasses in front of her was also regarded as one of them by her.

Cassano was a little shocked.

Originally.

He thought he could use face recognition to let the front desk lady in front of him recognize him as Su Fei's teammate in the Premier League.

The result.

When this girl heard Su Fei, her eyes lit up, but she didn't recognize him?

Damn!

It's too depressing!

Knight next to him couldn't stand it anymore, took off his hat and sunglasses and said.

"Beautiful lady, we are Su's teammates in the club. We are here to visit him today, but his phone is not working now. Can you help us inform him?"

"Club... Mr. Su's teammate... Ah! Phillips Knight! You are the Premier League assist king this season, Mr. Knight!!!"

The front desk lady was very excited. She looked Knight up and down to confirm, and her attitude immediately changed 180 degrees.

Knight raised his head and smiled, and glanced at Cassano next to him proudly.

Cassano was a little unwilling to give up.

He quickly called the front desk lady who was about to inform Su Fei, blinked, and smoothed his hair.

"Beauty, you recognized him as Knight, are you sure you don't recognize me? It's me!"

"Uh... Sorry, sir. I really can't recognize you as..."

"I... David Beckham!"

"Haha, you are so humorous, sir. You don't look like the handsome Beckham at all."

"......"

Knight saw Cassano's frustrated expression and laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He raised his head and put his hand on Cassano's shoulder.

"Forget it, Antonio. It seems that you are not well-known in Germany."

"......"

"At least she knows that you are not David Beckham, right?"

"......."

Cassano has begun to regret coming to Germany with Knight. This guy is really mean!

Really hurtful!

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The other side.

The Croatian men's football team was still watching the semi-final match between Italy and Portugal in the conference room.

The game has come to the final moment.

Italy is still leading 1:0.

This is also the tactical strategy of Marcello Lippi, the Italian head coach of this World Cup.

When the team is ahead, even if it is just one goal, the team will be directed to devote most of its energy to defense.

Portugal, which has advanced to the semi-finals miraculously.

Under Italy's chain defense and local strangulation, it has completely fallen into a state of silence.

The young Cristiano is miserable on the wing.

Every time he crosses the center line with the ball.

He will be heavily guarded by Italy and defended in coordination.

And the leader of Portugal's golden generation, 34 Luis Figo, has not been able to maintain his excellent form in the previous few games.

Beep! Beep——

The injury time is over, and the referee blew the whistle that made Portuguese fans despair.

It's over.

The battle for the World Cup that belongs to Portugal and Cristiano Ronaldo is over.

Cristiano was sad.

He became the background of the wildly celebrating Azzurri.

"Congratulations to Italy for advancing to the finals!"

"After the 2004 European Cup, Portugal once again missed the chance to win the championship."

"However."

"Portugal's journey in this World Cup is not over yet, they will participate in the third place match later."

"And their opponents."

"They will be born between Croatia and Argentina!"

"Dear audience friends!"

"Tomorrow at the same time, Zhuangdianer Channel 5 will continue to broadcast the World Cup semi-finals for you."

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The duel between Italy and Portugal is over.

Kranjcar also beganLead the players to analyze the offensive and defensive tactics of the two teams.

Analyze the opponent.

It is an essential part of football learning.

Su Fei looked down at his silent phone.

He was surprised to find that there were more than a dozen missed calls and text messages.

Modric saw Su Fei's expression.

He couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Antonio and Knight came to see us. They have arrived at the hotel."

"Ah?"

Modric was surprised, and Su Fei was also surprised.

Surprise.

I was a little touched, after all, I came here specially to cheer myself up.

However.

It would definitely not be appropriate to go there directly now, so I sent a text message to Knight.

"I'm in a meeting. I'll be here soon." - Your big dad.

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Two hours later.

In the hotel lobby lounge.

Cassano was bored eating a fruit plate and looked at the clock.

"Are you sure he said immediately?"

"Yes."

"In your house, immediately means two hours?"

"Ah, this..."

Nate pouted, but Su Fei had already said that he was in a meeting, so what could he do? He was too embarrassed to call or send text messages to harass him.

......

Four hours later.

Cassano, who was sleeping, was suddenly awakened by someone patting his face. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Knight.

Cassano rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall.

He woke up instantly.

Damn.

It's been four fucking hours.

"Fuck, I can't stand it anymore. What kind of meeting can last so long? Su is asking for trouble. If I see him, I will give him a big slap."

"Come on, Nuo."

Su Fei looked at Cassano, who didn't realize he was in front of him, and stretched his face over.

Cassano changed his face 180 degrees, smiled and hugged Su Fei.

"Oh, I miss you so much, Su!"

Modric and Knight looked at each other and laughed.

Su Fei hugged Cassano back with a helpless expression.

"I didn't expect Mr. Kranjcar to talk about tactics for four hours. I thought it was just like our boss in the Premier League, just a few words."

Cassano stretched out his right hand and looked at Knight.

"Did you see it? Professional, this is a professional head coach. What tactics can we talk about in Manchester City? Isn't it just to give the ball to our Su."

"Hahaha."

Familiar feeling, familiar teammates, in an instant, Su Fei seemed to be back in the Premier League, and the four of them laughed together.

"So."

"We two took the trouble to come here."

"Su, is it okay to treat us to a luxurious German meal?"

Knight came up to Su Fei, laughed, and deliberately emphasized the four words "German meal".

Su Fei couldn't tell what Knight was talking about.

Rolled his eyes.

"Damn, you won 500,000 pounds by gambling with me, and you want me to treat you?"

Before Knight could say anything, Cassano next to him couldn't sit still anymore and threw Knight onto the sofa.

"Damn you, Knight!"

"Didn't you tell me that you were poor recently? And you asked me to pay for the plane ticket! I also paid for the consumption in the nightclub last night!"

"500,000, 500,000! If you don't give me ten today, don't even think about returning to England alive!!"

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