Boom—
Almost instantly, the stadium erupted into a frenzy.
In an era with so little entertainment, an entrance like this was unbelievably cool.
Quite a few Sampdoria fans had even made up their minds to buy motorcycles when they got home.
Her long hair streamed behind her as she looked back with a smile.
Monica, appearing on the television broadcast, did not disappoint the viewers.
The media had been frequently placing the title of Italy's Number One Beauty on her lately. Now, the curious fans seeing the girl on TV could only say that it was no lie.
Just as Robert Browning had written—she set hearts racing, and her eyes were impossible to escape.
Every beautiful thing in the world could have been used to describe the woman on the field.
Mantovani froze for a moment before immediately saying, "That's not a problem. At the very least, the introduction was spectacular."
Roberto Mancini, up in the stands, curled his lip. He had never expected Dejan Lu to make such a grand entrance.
Vialli's eyes gleamed as he said excitedly, "I have to learn how to ride from him."
"If your father finds out, he'll probably drag you home. He won't let his heir do something this dangerous," Roberto Mancini quipped.
Besides being a sculptor, Vialli's father was also a wealthy man.
His family had owned a castle when he was born—the kind with sixty rooms.
Enrico Chiesa's eyes shone. He felt that Dejan Lu was far more handsome than Tom Cruise.
The two men's body proportions were simply impossible to compare.
Cruise was officially listed at 173 centimeters, but in reality, he was around 170.
For a rather stocky Cruise, that height did not look especially well-proportioned.
The reporters at the sidelines were beside themselves with excitement.
Forget the Apennines—with their experience, today's presentation ceremony was bound to sweep across all of Europe.
As long as they got one good photo, they could sell it to those wealthy Brits when they got back.
Dejan Lu took off his helmet.
The director practically wanted to shove the camera right into his face.
Even the fans who envied him had to admit that the kid was quite good-looking.
His long fingers made some female fans imagine other uses for them.
Whoosh—
Dejan Lu threw his helmet into the stands, setting off a mad scramble among the fans.
In the end, a young fan happened to catch it.
The stadium DJ finally came to his senses and shouted exaggeratedly, "Wow! Our new player is one seriously cool guy with plenty of personality! I guarantee there'll be a lot more motorcycles on Genoa's streets tomorrow. He hasn't even played a match yet, and he's already found himself a new endorsement deal!"
That was exactly what happened.
Some dealers were frantically making international calls.
There could not have been a better advertisement.
A handsome man, a beautiful woman, and a dashing entrance—it was practically the ultimate romantic fantasy of motorcycles for people all over the world.
In front of the television, Valentino Rossi's eyes gleamed.
Three years earlier, seven-year-old Rossi had competed in a local motorcycle race, but he had not won any championships.
His father, a retired racer, had always encouraged him not to lose confidence.
After seeing Dejan Lu's performance today, Rossi immediately felt, This was how a real man ought to be!
Only then did he realize that riding a motorcycle was unbelievably cool!
Dejan Lu got off the bike with flair and took the microphone from the chairman. The stadium immediately fell silent.
Every fan wanted to see what this attention-grabbing new signing had to say.
"Last summer, when I was looking for work, Mr. Paolo Mantovani appeared and gave me a job. He said he believed in me, and there was nothing more wonderful than that. Many people say Sampdoria is a young team without much history, and I'm very glad that's true, because history and tradition are created by people. I hope I can become a footnote in a glorious history."
Holding the microphone, Dejan Lu said, "We have Roberto Mancini, Vialli, Pari, Mannini... Pagliuca. In the new season, we will fight for victory in every match."
The DJ was very clever.
Every time Dejan Lu called out a name, the stadium answered with a roar of cheers.
Sampdoria's team song had once had a version like this, so he immediately played the accompaniment.
But at that moment, Dejan Lu handed the microphone to Monica.
"Come On, Doria," known as the best team song, was soft and melodic by nature, making it especially suitable for a female voice.
Monica took Dejan Lu's hand and sang emotionally, "We are always together, never apart, unchanged since the very beginning, since our school days... Hey, you, march onward on the long journey, never stopping; and I, my heart follows you, soaring over the green field... Come on, Doria, come on Sampdoria!!!"
"Forza Sampdoria!"
"Forza Sampdoria!"
"Forza Sampdoria!!!"
What began as a solo became a chorus sung by the entire stadium.
Monica's final kiss sent the atmosphere at the venue to its peak.
Head coach Boskov applauded along with the fans.
Today's presentation ceremony had truly exceeded his expectations.
He was already considering how he should handle Dejan Lu.
As a coach, his tactics were not necessarily superior to anyone else's, but he was highly skilled at developing players.
For now, this young man seemed to have quite a personality.
Players like that were usually not easy to get along with, which gave Boskov a headache.
However, he had heard that Dejan Lu had already met quite a few members of the team during the break and formed good relationships with them.
Boskov could not quite figure out which was the real Dejan Lu.
Noticing Roberto Mancini in the stands, Boskov smiled and shook his head.
No matter how difficult Dejan Lu was, he could not possibly have a worse temper than Roberto Mancini, could he? What was there to worry about?
Paolo Mantovani came over and reminded him, "You should show off some football skills. You can't really turn this into an opening concert."
Dejan Lu nodded.
He had forgotten about that.
There was nothing especially flashy about Rui Costa's passing ability.
He directly used Strengths and Weaknesses.
Ding. Your good brother Roberto Mancini was highly vengeful and often clashed with opponents on the field. Based on this trait, a player with the opposite personality has been selected—the Brazilian star who often laughed off harsh tackles on the field. 2005–2006 La Liga, Barcelona vs. Real Madrid: Ronaldinho single-match experience card.
Excellent!!!
Before going to sleep yesterday, he had still been wondering what he should perform at the presentation.
But he had drawn Ronaldinho directly. This was already one of the most technically gifted players imaginable.
Even the real Ronaldinho could not keep hitting the crossbar and receiving the ball again and again. That commercial had been edited afterward, so it would not be as impressive in a live performance.
Looking at the expectant fans, Dejan Lu suddenly had an idea.
A completely new version that nobody in this era could possibly have imagined.
He was going to take on a hundred!
Dejan Lu turned to Mantovani and said, "Mr. Chairman, I hope we can let one hundred fans onto the field. As long as any of them can take the ball from under my feet, I lose!"
Mantovani's eyes widened just as expected.
Boskov, standing beside him, also looked stunned.
He knew Dejan Lu was high-profile, but he had not expected him to be this high-profile!
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