Handicrafts Are a Man's Romance (Seeking Collections and Monthly Votes)

After a few rounds of waving to the crowd, Dejan Lu left with Monica.

They arrived on a motorcycle and left on a motorcycle.

With a flick of his sleeves, all that was left was a trail of exhaust.

Clean and efficient.

But the Sampdoria fans didn't seem to mind at all.

"He looked so cool!"

This was the most spectacular unveiling ceremony they had ever seen. Even when Diego Maradona first arrived in Naples, it wasn't this awesome.

Regardless of the new player's actual skill level, at least before the league started, they could hold their heads high and be the proudest fans of the summer.

"Let's go,"

Mancini sighed as he spoke, returning to the stands.

He was still a background prop after being substituted. That shot, which went straight into the goalkeeper's arms, still bothered him.

"Are you jealous of Dejan?"

Vialli teased.

"Isn't everyone envious of that guy?" Mancini shrugged.

Who hadn't dreamed of being the center of attention as a child?

Mancini thought he had good fortune, becoming an important player for Sampdoria at a young age.

But compared to Dejan, he had hogged much more of the spotlight.

"You can't compare people."

Vialli consoled him. "Want to come over to my place?"

"Let's go~"

Mancini nodded.

Federica rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell out.

She had gone with them before, fearing Mancini would go out and fool around. The two of them used to be famous disco lovers.

But when they got to Vialli's house, she discovered he liked dressing up in bizarre costumes from movies. He'd drag her and Mancini to play villains, only to be defeated by Vialli, the "hero." He would even film it with a video camera.

From then on, she never went back.

As a lady, she didn't want to act like a lunatic, playing an alien and being defeated by a "time patrol" with a sword.

The two protagonists left the stadium.

Some fans, hearing the roar of the motorcycle engine, couldn't help but stick their heads out of their windows to wave hello.

The two instantly became the most famous couple in Genoa, and even on the Apennines.

Perhaps Monica would even get a title like "Sampdoria Godmother" in the future.

In terms of beauty, she completely overshadowed the "Turin Godmother" or "Naples Godmother."

While the Italian television stations were still discussing how to edit the footage, British journalists had already rushed off with the tapes, using all their skills.

Back in those days, for foreign correspondents, getting news back home was a big hassle.

Fortunately, Italy wasn't far from Britain, and a flight from Genoa to London took just over an hour.

Normally, even British journalists rarely worked this hard.

But the news today was truly big news!

Whoever broke the story first would have the advantage. If you didn't do it, your report would be in the papers the next morning anyway.

Newspapers had it much easier than television in this regard; a fax transmission was all it took.

That evening, as the two were preparing to eat, the television was already reporting on the afternoon's unveiling ceremony.

"With the summer transfer window still open, we can already confirm the most anticipated transfer of the summer. The young Chinese player Dejan Lu from Reggina gave us a spectacular unveiling ceremony... riding out on a motorcycle, with a stylish drift. It was like James Bond coming to life. If his skills are strong enough, perhaps Sampdoria will change the 'Doria' on their crest to a motorcycle in the future..."

Monica served crispy pork belly and other side dishes.

Castello, where she was born, was located in the Umbria region in central Italy, the only landlocked region in Italy.

Umbria boasted excellent natural scenery, and its local art, wine, and meat products were famous.

Crispy pork belly was one of the local specialties.

"What's the news saying?"

Monica asked as she sat down.

"It says Fiat should hire me as their spokesperson."

Dejan Lu said with a smile.

"Are you interested?"

Monica tilted her head and asked.

"Fiat might not be interested in me," Dejan Lu said.

Moggi was quite arrogant these days.

Juventus was practically the little overlord of Italian football.

Zeman was called for a five-year ban just for exposing Juventus's doping issues; that was beyond mere arrogance.

Even when they hired players for endorsements, they chose from their own team.

This was also a matter of their reputation.

"I'm wondering if I should study finance; law doesn't seem very helpful for you," Monica said, poking at her food with a spoon.

Her life had become incredibly exciting since she started dating Dejan Lu.

But she worried about being dumped someday.

Italian football players were notoriously flirtatious, and Dejan Lu was so good at stealing the spotlight.

Even without seeing it, she could imagine how many sluts wanted to get into the passenger seat of that car.

"Study whatever you like, as long as you're happy."

Dejan Lu said, "Life is only a little over thirty thousand days. Don't put too much pressure on yourself as long as your quality of life is guaranteed."

"Are we already that rich?"

Monica asked, confused.

Dejan Lu smiled and shook his head.

She really didn't understand the value of being the number one star in China.

After a few years of playing, he could go back and sell sportswear and completely outshine Da Zuo.

At worst, he could go back and sell fried chicken.

Who would be afraid of selling McDonald's with zero cost?

If it weren't for the inconvenience of transportation, he would have really liked to show the Americans what dumping meant.

"Spend more time shopping with Federica when you have the chance; don't just stay home reading books," Dejan Lu said.

The assets in Reggio Calabria had been almost completely liquidated.

Old Bianchi had put in a lot of effort.

"I know, don't worry,"

Monica nodded.

The next morning, Mancini, unusually early, called Dejan Lu to go out together.

"Today we're going to Pietro Verchowod's place. He's half-Soviet, and fans call him the Tsar. As for what we call him, that's up to you, but be careful when you tease him; that guy likes to get physical."

Mancini reminded him from the sidecar.

The two of them rode on just one vehicle.

"Why would I tease a Soviet?"

Dejan Lu pursed his lips and started humming "Katyusha."

The relationship between the two countries was complicated, but many people in China could sing the original "Katyusha," and older ones even took Russian classes.

However, China-US and China-Japan relations were currently in a honeymoon period.

When they arrived at Verchowod's house, Dejan Lu saw many of his teammates.

Verchowod nodded a greeting and continued with what he was doing.

"What are you doing?"

Mancini leaned over and asked.

Vialli pointed to the cardboard on the table. "This is a free gift from a children's magazine his son bought. It's quite complicated to assemble; I didn't expect kids' toys to be so difficult these days."

"You guys are really slow!"

Mancini quipped.

Verchowod turned around and grabbed Mancini's shirt, pulling him over directly. "You do it. If you don't finish it, I won't let you go home today."

He then got up himself and poured Dejan Lu a cup of coffee. "I was camping with my son during yesterday's unveiling ceremony, but you looked very cool."

"Thanks, I just woke up late."

Dejan Lu replied.

At this moment, Verchowod's mother brought out some pastries and said, "Pietro, thank you for taking care of him. He's not very good with words; you should visit often."

"Mom, this kid just transferred here."

Verchowod complained, "Besides, I'm not a child anymore!"

"In front of your mother, you'll always be my little Peter!" the old lady said, playfully hitting his bald head with a plate.

"My mom is old and talks a bit too much."

Verchowod explained that it was too sentimental and didn't fit his image.

As a defender who played alongside Baresi and Bergomi, he was quite fierce on the field.

It's just that the two Soviets in their family fell under the tender affection of the Italian mother.

"I think it's quite good," Dejan Lu said.

"Dejan, look, this magazine is still collecting children's comics. Maybe I should switch careers and become a painter," Chiesa said, holding the magazine over.

Sampdoria was doing well at the moment. Although Chiesa had already appeared for the first team, his situation was a bit awkward.

The team didn't have opportunities for young forwards to get experience.

"Bastard, those are blueprints on there, what are you taking them for!" Mancini yelled.

"A comic artist is different from a painter."

Dejan Lu took the magazine and said with a smile, "The most important thing about drawing children's comics is fun. Letting children feel happy and learn something, that's what's most important."

Mancini, who hadn't received the magazine, complained, "You're so good at talking, why don't you draw comics too? If I have kids, I'll definitely buy one to support you."

Dejan Lu directly gave him the middle finger.

However, this suggestion wasn't entirely unworkable.