Teacher, You're Finally Back

"Bild newspaper": "Beckenbauer personally selected the artist of the green pitch; Sampdoria's Number Seven, Dejan Lu, is the strongest bee catcher."

Dortmund's nickname is The Hornets, and the Bild newspaper showed them no mercy.

"Westdeutsche Allgemeine Zeitung": "Dortmund lost to someone they couldn't defeat. It was a painful experience. Andy Müller once again showed cowardly performance in the ace battle. West Germany cannot place its hopes on him."

This newspaper, originating from the Ruhr area, was equally unsparing. Not everyone liked Müller's fragile playing style.

"The Times": "West Germany is still fantasizing about unifying Germany. Poland's situation gave them some hope, but we have already seen West Germany's true nature on the field. They are not prepared at all to become a major European power."

West Germans had always refused to acknowledge East Germany's independent foreign policy, wishing for reunification. The British, as their allies, were resolutely opposed to Germany reunifying again. Thatcher would jump out at the slightest sign of trouble.

After using the Heysel Stadium disaster to strike at the Labour Party, her control over the newspapers had reached its peak.

At least she could ensure that the direction of most newspapers was what she wanted to see most of the time.

The Liverpool Echo was one of the few dissenting voices, after all, they were distributed in the Liverpool area.

The Liverpool Echo wrote: "Seven years have almost passed, and Liverpool should return to European football. To regain its former status in Europe, it must sign some excellent players. Several young players from Sampdoria are just right; they showed good potential in the Cup Winners' Cup."

This match still caused quite a stir in the football world.

FIFA always said to keep politics out of football, but football had never been free from politics for a single moment.

The entire Sampdoria team, as the protagonists, stayed overnight in Dortmund and boarded their plane the next day with full spirits.

A few of them started playing poker again.

Mancini, who was having a losing streak, urged, "Dejan, want to play a couple of hands?"

"Sorry, I'm not interested in gambling."

Dejan Lu shook his head.

"It's fine, just for fun,"

Vialli persuaded.

Unable to resist the repeated urging from the two, Dejan Lu could only go and play with them.

He had learned Scopa a long time ago.

Living in Italy, it was easy to come into contact with it.

It was a card game where points were scored.

It required four suits of cards numbered 1-10, and 2-4 players.

Four cards were laid out, and then three cards were dealt to each participant.

Players took turns playing cards. If the card played matched a card on the table in rank, both cards could be taken. If the card played matched the sum of two cards on the table, the played card and those two could be taken.

If the card played could not match a card on the table in rank or sum, it had to be placed on the table.

After all players had played their three cards, three more were dealt. When all cards were played, the remaining cards on the table went to the player who took the last set of cards.

The scoring in this game involved things like the seven of diamonds, the number of diamond cards, taking all the cards in a single turn, and so on.

In short, it was a game that was easy to learn after playing a couple of rounds, but difficult to master.

Dejan Lu was quite adept at this type of game.

After a brief adjustment, Dejan Lu began to counterattack.

"I'm not having good luck."

Mancini glared at Pari and said, "Is there something wrong with the cards you dealt?"

"If you don't want to play, I'll take over,"

Pari replied grumpily.

"Who says I don't want to play? I'm just worried your girlfriend will object if I get Dejan involved in gambling," Mancini muttered. "Scopa isn't really my thing. We should switch to another game."

Vialli pretended not to hear.

He had a good relationship with Mancini, but he didn't like partnering with that guy when playing games.

Despite having good footballing intelligence, he always played games based on intuition and rarely thought things through.

Winning when partnered with someone like him was pure luck.

Dejan Lu remained silent.

Dou Dizhu's multipliers increased too quickly; Mancini's salary probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

Earning money in football was still quite low back then.

It wasn't until Arsenal signed Campbell on a free transfer that the football world saw the historic £100,000 weekly wage.

When they disembarked the plane, Mancini followed behind Dejan Lu.

As they were about to exit the airport, he quickly tugged at Dejan Lu's collar and said with a lack of confidence, "You absolutely cannot tell Federica about the IOU."

"Don't worry,"

Dejan Lu smiled and waved his hand.

Mancini, relieved, immediately pulled a few people out to eat.

"That's fine, I'll have to cook for myself when I get home anyway."

Vialli said.

"I'll pay, I'm the one winning anyway."

Dejan Lu said.

"Long live Dejan!" Pagliuca and Lanna shouted together.

The group took a bus to a seaside restaurant called Funicolare Zecca-Righi, following Mancini.

The menu was quite affordable, with main courses costing just a few dollars per person. Even if they ate their fill, it wouldn't cost much.

"You don't have to go out of your way to save money for me, Roberto."

Dejan Lu said, looking at the menu.

"I'm not saving money for you. It's just that the food here is really good. I used to bring Federica here often," Mancini said.

After they ordered, a somewhat peculiar young man served them.

After serving the food, he kept staring at Dejan Lu.

The restaurant owner quickly came over and patted the young man on the shoulder, saying, "Hurry back and clean up."

After the young man left, the owner apologized sheepishly, pointing to his head. "My youngest son isn't very bright, but he really likes Dejan and has been saving up to buy a motorcycle. He might have scared you just now. I'll warn him."

"No need, we're fine. Please don't punish him."

Dejan Lu said immediately.

The owner's smile widened. He turned and walked to the bar, brought a bottle of wine to their table, and said, "This one's on me."

"I had no idea something like this was happening."

Mancini said with some sympathy.

Vialli rolled his eyes; he had noticed it as soon as he arrived.

The restaurant wasn't busy at the moment. The young man was sitting at a table, slowly counting the coins in his pocket.

"He looks very happy."

Pagliuca said.

"Simple people tend to be happier," Dejan Lu said.

Lanna looked down at his wallet, then remembered he had given his salary to his girlfriend.

After they finished their meal, Dejan Lu paid and left a tip. The young man immediately went to the counter to get change.

Mancini complained a little dissatisfiedly, "I thought you'd give a bit more of a tip."

"I don't think Dejan did anything wrong," Vialli said. When the young man approached, he stopped talking.

"Thank you."

After receiving the change, Dejan Lu asked, "I heard you want to ride a motorcycle?"

"Yes, yes!"

The young man said with a smile, "That day on TV, I, I watched it, it was, it was..."

"Cool?"

Noticing the young man couldn't find the right word, Vialli asked.

"Yes, yes!"

"Riding a motorcycle isn't all that great," Dejan Lu said, slowing down his speech to persuade him. "Actually, there are many ways to enjoy motorcycles. If you want to compete, you can learn to fix them. Then, we can form a team and compete together."

The owner, who was pretending to wipe tables nearby, instinctively turned his head, looking at Dejan Lu with gratitude.

After reassuring the young man for a few moments, they left.

"See? Dejan handled it much better,"

Vialli said. "You're too impulsive."

"Well, he's still a cheapskate,"

Mancini grumbled.

"It's not about being cheap or not," Dejan Lu said with a smile. "His life is destined to be harder than others, so learning to persevere is a good thing."

"Even if it's a white lie, it's still good,"

Pagliuca added with a smile.

"Who told you I wouldn't participate in motorcycle races?" Dejan Lu retorted.

They were all stunned.

They hadn't expected Dejan Lu to be so reckless.

Motorcycle racing was one of the most dangerous sports.

"Don't use your life to do good deeds," Vialli advised.

"It's fine, I've got this handled."

Dejan Lu said.

The group parted ways and headed home.

On the way back, Roberto Mancini was preoccupied with his thoughts.

As they neared the apartment building, he pointed to the entrance and said, "Why is there a vagrant sitting there? Damn it, what is the doorman even doing? I'm going to tell Mr. Mantovani to replace him."

What if a vagrant attacked their family members?

Although there were many Italian thieves and Gypsies, it was an unwritten rule not to operate right in front of wealthy people's homes.

Just as the two were about to reach the apartment entrance, the "vagrant" suddenly lunged forward, wailing in Japanese, "Teacher, you're back!"

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