Although he did not dare leave Dejan Lu out of the squad.
He could still arrange for Dejan Lu to start on the bench.
If things went wrong, he could make a substitution.
If things went well, he would not.
That way, he would be invincible.
Dejan Lu was a Milan player, so no one could say anything if he was substituted on.
But if he was not brought on, people would have plenty to say.
Sometimes, Sacchi even admired himself. He really was a fucking genius.
After the team bus stopped and the players got off, he had wanted to wait for Dejan Lu and attend the press conference together. But seeing that Dejan Lu did not seem interested, he took Paolo Maldini with him instead.
The away dressing room.
Dejan Lu sat there changing into his gear with his teammates.
"My pomegranate tree sprouted recently too," Totti said with a smile.
Italy did not produce much pomegranate, but its fruit was excellent.
There was some production in the Two Sicilies and Sardinia.
"You make it sound like you planted it deliberately," Buffon said disdainfully. "Didn't you just bury the seeds after eating a pomegranate? I even watered it for you a few times."
"Tch, pomegranates can grow without much water," Totti said, craning his neck.
"But yours isn't growing as well as mine," Buffon said.
"Who knows if you secretly switched my pomegranate tree?"
Totti said, widening his eyes.
The two of them started arguing just like that.
The dressing room's pomegranate-growing craze had begun when Dejan Lu casually planted one and mentioned it in the dressing room.
It was perfect for lazy people. Even football stars who traveled constantly could grow it without trouble.
It did not need frequent watering, was drought-resistant, and loved sunlight. Watering it