Dejan Lu and Buffon went for a urine test together and ran into Giggs and Ronaldo. They exchanged greetings with the two of them.
After the pair left, Totti whispered, "They play around so much, but they're not that big."
Even if you did not want to look in the restroom, you would notice.
They were both normal-sized.
If the ones who played around had anything unusual, it would be easy for those women to expose them. Otherwise, why would there be rumors that Rooney was not very capable?
Chelsea players had said Mourinho was ridiculously impressive. Who knew whether that was true or not?
Ranked first among tough-guy coaches, he was clearly no ordinary man.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Dejan Lu asked, torn between laughter and tears.
"I thought it was some special talent."
Totti raised an eyebrow. "Like in those movies. You saw that Dino one, right? The guy behind the tree."
Dejan Lu nodded.
In movies, they obviously cast the big ones.
"Are you all right physically, Francesco?"
Dejan Lu asked curiously.
"How could I not be? Dejan, you're insulting me. If someone else asked me that, I'd hit them," Totti said unhappily.
"No, I was just asking."
Dejan Lu said.
After all, Brasi had put so many horns on The Little Prince that it was perfectly normal for Dejan the Football King to make that association.
But considering that neither Totti's ex-girlfriends nor his later girlfriends had complained, Brasi was probably just unable to keep her pants on.
Regardless of status, figure, or looks, Brasi had taken a huge step down the road of equality for all.
Her, and Paris Hilton, who would even do security guards, bodyguards, and homeless men—those were the true living bodhisattvas.
Totti asked again, "What do those