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Milanello is a pilgrimage place for Rossoneri fans and a tourist attraction in the outer suburbs of Milan. Many travel agencies will include it as an itinerary. Especially for those tour groups from China, 'watching Zhuo Yang train' is a very good gimmick. Whether they are fans or not, everyone is interested in such travel arrangements.

Of course, if it happens to be the team's off day or Zhuo Yang is not in Milanello, you can't complain. No one can order AC Milan. Zhuo Yang is not a monkey in the zoo, waiting to be watched by others. Not his job.

Milanello charges admission fees to these travel agencies, and the prices are relatively reasonable. In fact, the club looks down on such a small amount of money. The reason for charging a fee is to set a threshold and control the size and number of tour groups. Otherwise, all kinds of cats and dogs will swarm in, which will crowd out the fans who really come for pilgrimage.

Milanello will absolutely not charge any fees for fans who come here and those who travel alone. Needless to say, fans from downtown Milan, and those who travel long distances, most of them also have a red and black heart. Because Milanello is over 40 kilometers away from the city center, it is difficult for people who don't really like AC Milan to stop by.

During the stipulated opening hours, everyone can watch the players' training in the specified area. After the training, the players will also come over to sign autographs and take photos with everyone. This is a job stipulated by every professional club for the players, and it is as important as training and games.

If it's the team's off day, visitors can even wander around in Milanello's public area, have a picnic and go on a picnic. Because many AC Milan players live in Milanello, you can often see a certain idol taking photos with fans in front of the barbecue stove in a very amiable manner.

Of course, Milanello is not open every day. After all, it is the most professional football training base in the world, not a fan park built specifically for fans. The opening date and opening time period of each month will be announced in San Siro well in advance, and will also be widely advertised in "Gazzetta dello Sport" to prevent fans from making an empty trip.

Today is Milanello's opening day. There are about 800 fans and tourists watching the players training from a distance outside the rope circle.

Under normal circumstances, Milanello will control the number of people coming in that day to three hundred, five hundred, or eight hundred different levels based on the needs of the team or tactical training reasons. If a tour group comes, the number will be increased as appropriate. However, No more than a thousand at most. There is no limit on the number of fans who come from afar, and the further away they are, the more preferential treatment they receive. If you are a Chinese who has a lot of travel experience, show the staff your air ticket from Shanghai to Milan. Even if it is not an open day, they will be very friendly and allow you to go in and take a walk. Of course, it is equally useful for Brazilians to hold tickets to Sao Paulo. Italians are very accommodating, which is much cuter than Germans.

After the collective training, Zhuo Yang and his teammates walked through the fan gathering area, signing autographs and taking photos with everyone. Mandarin shouts of various accents could be heard all around: Zhuo Yang, Zhuo Yang...

There are more and more Chinese coming here this year, accounting for a small third of the total number, and the trend is continuing to increase.

All of this is naturally because of Zhuo Yang, who also tries his best to meet the requests of these compatriots. However, it is obviously unrealistic to take care of everyone, and the workload will be too heavy and the time will drag on too long. Zhuo Yang, like his teammates, slowly walked past the rope circle and accepted whoever he met.

In this case, those who can squeeze into the front row will naturally have more opportunities. However, when it comes to how to squeeze forward, the Chinese people who have experienced the influence of the Spring Festival are invincible, so the positions in the front row are basically occupied by Chinese people. As for those oriental faces who are squeezed into the back row, no need to ask, they They are Chinese living in Europe.

Zhuo Yang signed autographs for everyone with a smile on his face. If he held out his cell phone or camera, he would smile brighter and tilt his head. If the person taking the photo is a beautiful Chinese girl,

He would also take the initiative to put his arms around his shoulders and put their heads together. The girl's boyfriend laughed even happier than Zhuo Yang.

Zhuo Yang had sharp eyes. As soon as he let go of a beautiful Hunan girl from Hunan, he saw an anxious-looking Chinese person at the back of the crowd, waving at him vigorously and jumping up and down.

Zhuo Yang was a little surprised. This man was dressed more formally, in a suit and leather shoes. He didn't look like a fan or tourist at all, and he was also a middle-aged man.

Among the people who come to visit Milanello, there are not many middle-aged people. There are sometimes some in tourist groups, but basically none among the fan groups. Most of the middle-aged people in the tour group have a mentality of joining in the fun and will not appear as anxious and urgent as this person.

Seeing such an unsociable person, Zhuo Yang, who is very observant, couldn't help but pay attention. When he saw him waving desperately at him, he waved at him from a distance, which counted as interaction.

But the middle-aged man was still dissatisfied. Instead, he became even more anxious. He tiptoed and waved while calling Zhuo Yang's name at the top of his lungs.

The man is in his forties and almost fifty years old. He wears gold-rimmed glasses and looks elegant. The hand-trimmed suit he is wearing is very well made. If he hadn't been so anxious right now, he would have exuded the temperament of a standard intellectual or engineer.

The calls one after another made Zhuo Yang feel compassionate. This person was somewhat similar to his father Zhuo Tongtong in some aspects. Regardless of age, overall temperament, or some exquisite details, they all slightly matched his father.

"Can you please make room for this gentleman and let him come to the front? Thank you all."

After greeting him several times in different languages, the people in front reluctantly stepped aside to make way for the middle-aged man to squeeze in front of Zhuo Yang.

The man was obviously a very well-educated gentleman. As he came over, he kept talking about "three grams of oil" and "sorry" to the people next to him. He didn't mind at all that the same group of people had just squeezed him into confusion in an instant.

"Hello, sir. Do you want me to sign for you?" Zhuo Yang had a good impression of such a middle-aged man, so he greeted him in English very politely.

He was answered in Mandarin with a Shanghai-style accent: "Zhuoyang, it's me! Don't you recognize me?" The visitor stared at him with expectant eyes.

Zhuo Yang was scratching his head and his brain was racing, but suddenly he couldn't remember who he was or where he had seen him. "May I ask you are?"

"I am your Uncle Sun! Don't you remember me?"

Uncle Sun? Which uncle Sun? Zhuo Yang went through all the elders with the surname Sun or Xun in his memory, but no one was the one in front of him.

"Uncle...Mr. Sun, please forgive my bad memory, you..."

"Zhuoyang, I am Yumei's father. I am your uncle Sun."

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