Galliani: I'm Free (Seeking Recommendation Tickets, Seeking Follow-up Reads)

Dejan Lu originally wanted to get up.

But his teammates were too excited, and the atmosphere was already like this. If he got up, it would be a bit out of place.

At this point, feigning injury and rolling around would also seem too clumsy, so Dejan Lu simply curled up slightly.

If asked, he would say he felt dizzy, weak, and nauseous, and if pressed further, that his lower limbs were numb.

Sampdoria's team doctor arrived late, along with Boskov, who was walking beside the stretcher. The referee was helping to break up the scuffle, and even the coach ran onto the field without noticing anything.

"Dejan, hang in there!" Boskov shouted after crouching down.

"Vujadin, let him get on the stretcher first."

"Oh, okay, hurry up!"

Boskov fumbled around, helping to get Dejan Lu off the field along with two others.

Pezzotti looked back and saw the head coach was gone. What the hell was he supposed to do now?

"Dejan seems to be injured. He was pushed down by Dunga without any warning. It might be a muscle strain or some other issue. Dunga's foul is truly malicious and must be severely punished," Rossi said with disgust.

"A red card. The referee issued three red cards in a row. Dunga, Mancini, and Lanna were all sent off. The match became 9 against 10, but Dejan's injury is a huge blow to Sampdoria. Sampdoria will have to make a substitution next."

"Sampdoria is currently leading 3-1. It remains to be seen if they can hold on to the end with one less player."

Fortunately, the remaining players persevered, and they ultimately won the match 3-2 away.

Baggio appeared at the press conference after the match.

With Dejan Lu absent, he was the protagonist of the day.

"Roberto, can you comment on Dejan?"

"Tell us about Dejan's performance today, Roberto."

"Do you think Dunga's foul was meaningless, Roberto?"

"Roberto, who do you think is more handsome, you or Dejan?"

"..."

Giorgi felt a mix of amusement and exasperation. His coach had become completely invisible.

Baggio pulled the microphone closer and said, "I won't defend anyone just because they are my teammate. I can only say that something happened today that I didn't want to see. The kind of game I want is definitely not like this."

Giorgi knew it was going to be bad as soon as he heard that.

As expected.

The reporters were going crazy.

"Are you saying Dunga was wrong?"

"How many games do you think Dunga should be suspended?"

"What did Dejan say to you today?"

"What do you think of Dejan's playing style?"

"..."

Baggio continued, "Suspensions are the responsibility of the Football Association; I don't want to talk about that. But you should understand respecting your opponents. You must respect football; only then can you become a true master. Dejan's performance was outstanding. He played very elegantly on the field, like a ballet dancer."

"Who do you think is better, you or Dejan?" a reporter pressed.

Baggio smiled and shook his head, "I can't say for myself. Let the fans and the media judge. That's what you all love to do, isn't it?"

"Roberto, then who do you think is more handsome, you or Dejan?"

Baggio, who was about to get up, grabbed the microphone again and said, "Handsomeness is of no help in football. However, Dejan is indeed very cool. My sister told me to swap jerseys with him, but I couldn't this time."

Baggio was the eighth child in his family, with a younger brother and many older siblings. Even in Italy, where large families were common, theirs was considered a big family.

Seeing Baggio leave, Giorgi could only watch as they both got up.

Baggio was Baggio of Fiorentina, and Giorgi was a coach working in Florence. That was the difference.

San Raffaele Hospital.

Milan was a bit farther from Florence than Genoa, by an additional 100 kilometers. Dejan Lu was still sent to Milan for treatment immediately.

"Doctor, is he really okay?" Boskov asked.

"Yes, sir. I assure you, there are no physical problems. If you're still concerned, you can have him stay in the hospital for a few days of observation," the doctor said somewhat helplessly.

"Observation, observation!"

Boskov nodded immediately and said.

The doctor silently rolled his eyes.

All the checks were done, except for the gynecological exam, and he still wasn't reassured.

This was the first time he had ever met someone like this.

Boskov only drove away when Monica arrived. It was not easy for the old coach to stay up until past midnight.

As dawn broke, Monica, who was lying on Dejan Lu's chest, patted him and said, "You're perfectly fine, you scared me to death when you called."

"You don't understand the situation at the time. If I hadn't gotten injured, my teammates would have been in trouble."

Dejan Lu said.

Mancini and Lanna had both resorted to violence. It was understandable to hit someone for a teammate's injury.

What could he, Lu, do? For his teammates, he could only get injured.

"So when do you plan to be discharged from the hospital?"

Monica asked.

"That depends on the coach's arrangements,"

Dejan Lu said with a wry smile.

If Boskov wasn't reassured, he definitely wouldn't let him leave the hospital.

As the two of them fell asleep, the Apennines began to awaken.

La Gazzetta dello Sport published a photo of Dejan Lu collapsing, with Dunga's hands still not retracted. They wrote: "This was a very malicious and disgusting foul. When you're on the field, you can't stop your opponent. You can find ways, but never by hurting your opponent. Baggio, in a post-match interview, sided with Dejan, believing that the former genius who had suffered a serious injury would definitely understand Dejan's feelings. We also hope that Dejan can recover soon."

Gazzetta dello Sport: "Geniuses dribble past opponents with their feet, while mediocre players are jealous of others using their hands to hurt opponents."

Tuttosport: "The relationship between Baggio and Dunga has broken down. A Pisa player, who wished to remain anonymous, claimed that Dunga has always been petty and often held grudges against teammates."

During the day, his teammates came to visit Dejan Lu one after another.

Verchowod brought his son when he came. Mancini quickly threw the cards into the pile and said, "It's not good to play cards in front of children."

"What a classless guy,"

Vialli said with a laugh.

"Get well soon, Uncle Dejan,"

Paolo Verchowod said, putting down the fruit basket.

"Thank you, little guy. Didn't you go out with your friends on the weekend?" Dejan Lu asked with a smile.

"I wanted to come see you. They're too childish,"

Little Verchowod complained.

"Hahaha, what do you consider not childish?"

Vialli asked.

"One should have greater ideals!" Little Verchowod said.

"What ideals?"

"To plant the Red Flag all over the world!"

The ward fell silent instantly.

Verchowod explained with some helplessness, "This child believes that it would be fairer and that men and women could truly be equal."

"That's true. The Soviets really made women work in the mines,"

Dejan Lu said.

"Uncle Dejan, great ideals will be realized, right?" Little Verchowod asked expectantly.

Dejan Lu didn't know what to say.

The changes in Eastern Europe had already begun, and the dissolution of that empire was only a matter of time.

A few seconds later, Dejan Lu patted his head and said, "You can strive for your great ideals, and perhaps one day you will become a great person."

"I definitely will!"

"What do you want me to say? Should I send you to the Soviet Union?"

Berlusconi crossed his legs, holding a cigar in one hand. A newspaper lay before him, with a very prominent photo of Dejan Lu.

Galliani wiped his sweat with the back of his hand and explained, "I didn't expect him to grow so quickly either."

"But as the vice-chairman of AC Milan, you've dragged the club into becoming a laughingstock. I don't care who he is, and I don't care how well he plays. But as long as he performs well, you will be ridiculed, and so will AC Milan and I!"

Berlusconi shouted, banging the table.

"I will communicate with the media," Galliani said.

"Forget it, I'll handle this. You should leave Italy for a while to avoid the spotlight."

"Huh? Are we really going to the Soviet Union?" Galliani asked, a little flustered.

"No, to Malawi. My construction company just signed a project there."

"Oh, that's good, that's good. By the way, boss, where is Malawi?"

"Africa."

"That's fine, that's fine. Huh? Africa?!!!"

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