Back in Sao Paulo

This time, the Brazil national team had chosen Sao Paulo as the venue for the international break.

And specifically, Sao Paulo FC's home ground, Morumbi Stadium.

It had to be said that the Brazilian Football Association had really put some thought into it.

The team had already qualified in advance, so the result no longer mattered.

If a match of this nature had been held somewhere else, they probably would not even have sold out the tickets.

But holding it in Sao Paulo was completely different.

Chen Anno. Neymar.

The two most popular stars on the national team had both been born and raised here.

Especially Chen Anno.

If you walked through the streets and alleys of Sao Paulo and randomly asked someone who the mayor was, they might not know the answer.

But if you asked about Chen Anno, things would get lively. Even a baby sitting in a stroller with a pacifier in its mouth could probably babble a few words about him.

That showed just how popular Chen Anno was here.

Tickets had gone on sale a week ago.

In just one day, all seventy thousand-plus tickets had been snapped up.

Rumor had it that individual tickets in scalpers' hands had already been driven up to ten thousand reais.

And this was only an ordinary World Cup qualifier, one with no real stakes.

Under normal circumstances, tickets for a match like this would cost at most six to eight hundred reais, and they might not even sell out.

That was Chen Anno's drawing power.

When Chen Anno and the others arrived at Cotia Training Center, everyone else was already there.

Chen Anno could not have been more familiar with this place.

Because this was Sao Paulo FC's training base.

Both the youth teams and the first team