Golden Greenery

Standing outside the door of the beige room in the E6 corridor inside the Rome Olympic Stadium building, Paolo Maldini's head was spinning and aching.

The Olympic Stadium in Rome is shared by two teams. The locker room of the home team is the visiting team's locker room. AC Milan came to Lazio's locker room again just like they did in the last FA Cup semi-final.

The square room with an area of ​​about 30 square meters is a bit small, and the facilities are relatively simple. It is far less grand and modern than the two large circular dressing rooms in San Sirori. There is a blue soft chair placed in front of each block about one meter wide. On the small open partitions, today's game uniforms and equipment are neatly stacked. At the top of the block, There are also two empty clothes racks for hanging casual clothes or anything else.

Zhuo Yang was sitting on two adjacent chairs with Kaka just like last time. The portable toilet bag was still in front of his feet. It was the same bag as last time, and it still contained the same things. While Zhuoyang was chatting with Kaka, he used the corner of his eyes to observe Maldini sitting on the chair in front of the first block at the door.

The Cavaliers have been staring at Zhuo Yang since they walked out of Rome Ciampino Airport just now. When they entered the locker room, they locked eyes with him with a playful expression on their faces. Zhuoyang pretended not to know anything, and even took advantage of the cavalry team to lower its head and change clothes several times, hiding behind the messy teammates to tease him.

Wait for Maldini to look up. "Zhuo Yang, where is Zhuo Yang?"

"What's the matter? Captain." Zhuo Yang suddenly appeared from behind him with a sharp voice, making Maldini tremble.

After playing hide and seek several times, Maldini felt that Zhuoyang was a very boring person.

Maldini bent down to tie his shoelaces. Zhuoyang quickly picked up his small bag and stood up. He whispered to Kaka: "I'm going to take a shower. Shut up and cover for me. I won't slap Gandy..."

Kaka pointed at Zhuo Yang and opened his mouth. He waited until Zhuo Yang's figure turned into the bathroom before he had the opportunity to say: "... take a bath... again..."

Closing his mouth, Kaka hurried to look at the cavalry. Seeing that Maldini had tied his shoelaces and was straightening up, Kaka quickly folded his arms in front of his chest and leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, like A sleeper who doesn't want to give up his seat on the bus.

Maldini raised his head and looked over habitually at the first glance.

The chair is empty!

Maldini remained silent and his eyes rolled around, trying to see who Zhuo Yang was hiding behind this time. But after scanning for several times, no trace of Zhuo Yang was found, and Holmes curled up his lips proudly. He suddenly turned around and looked behind him——

Not even a ghost!

Maldini just kept sitting and twisting his head. After a few seconds, he suddenly turned around and looked at Kaká, who was pretending to sleep, with blazing eyes.

"Kaka, where is Zhuo Yang?" Kaka did not wake up.

"Kaka! Kaka!" Kaka slept soundly.

"Kaka! Kaka, kaka, kaka, kaka!" Maldini looked like a carbine from World War II.

Master Ka was finally awakened by the sound of gunfire. He tried to open his eyes and still looked around confusedly. "What's wrong? Who called me? Or whose door should be repaired?" He just didn't look in Maldini's direction. To be honest, Kaka's acting skills are very poor, too superficial, completely formal, the character creation is superficial and soulless, the expression is stiff, and he cannot enter the play at all.

Maldini looked at Kaka's performance with a gloomy face, until Kaka couldn't perform anymore, so he could only turn his eyes to Maldini with a flattering smile on his face.

Maldini's face dropped. "Zhuoyang..."

Before the words were spoken, Kaka quickly pointed a finger towards the bathroom. "bath!"

Maldini's expression instantly distorted, and his facial features shifted like a Van Gogh painting. "Have a bath again!!" The sound was like a shovel scraping the bottom of a pot.

Kaka opened her clear and innocent eyes, pursed her lips, spread her hands and shrugged her shoulders in a sad expression, a standard physical expression of "I'm helpless too".

Maldini gave Kaka a hard look with his eyes, fearing that two ounces of flesh would come off.

Then he stood up from the chair and sprinted towards the bathroom. All the AC Milan players in the locker room looked at the scene that just happened inexplicably. They didn't understand why, but Kaka continued to say, 'I am also very helpless! 'Show them.

"Hey, Mr. Nei, have you noticed?" Cafu gently poked Nesta next to him with his elbow, and whispered: "I found that Kaka looks like that fool in England today."

"When you tell me, they are really similar. It's amazing."

Perhaps because Kaka heard it, the young master withdrew all his exaggerated expressions with a 'swish', and instantly became the handsome Brazilian man who was alluring the country. Kaka stood up and seemed to be talking to himself: My body is itchy... Take a bath... You might as well take a bath... Maybe it won't itch anymore... Take a shower...

He muttered nonchalantly while pacing into the bathroom.

"Hey, Young Master, Kaka didn't even take off his sweater. Why do you think he took a bath?" Kafu asked Nesta in a low voice, puzzled: "I think he actually wants to wash his sweater, right?"

"It should be like this, he is really... amazing!"

.

In the coaching room, Ancelotti and a large group of assistant coaches were smoking again. In the smoke, seven or eight cigar butts could be seen flickering, and from time to time, a round smoke ring rushed in. From fast to slow, from small to large, and finally integrated into the dense clouds.

Goalkeeper coach Wiliam Veitch seemed to suddenly remember something, and said vaguely with a cigar in his mouth: "I still remember here two months ago, we were smoking cigarettes, and Zhuo Yang suddenly came in in a hurry. He went out again and came back in a hurry after a while. I don’t know what he was up to.”

Ancelotti smiled and said: "Haha, don't care about him, that kid rarely makes people worry..."

Before he finished speaking, the door leading to the bathroom was pushed open with a bang, and Zhuo Yang hurriedly walked in with a small bag in hand. He looked at the legs of everyone present but did not stop, pointing to the door on the other side. .

"What...he...this...outside...that...weather...go..."

‘哐嘡’! Opened the door and went out.

Ancelotti and everyone looked at each other, and for a moment they felt that they collectively traveled back to the day of the FA Cup semi-finals two months ago. After coming back to their senses, Coach Vic quickly took out his mobile phone and looked at the date on it.

"That's right, it's April 1st." He raised his head in confusion and asked Ancelotti: "Carlo, what's the matter..."

‘哐嘡’! The door to the bathroom was pushed open again, and Maldini walked in quickly. "Meet Zhuo Yang..."

Coach Vicci quickly raised his hand and pointed to the door over there. Maldini also raised his arm and pointed with his finger. Seeing Coach Vicchi nodded affirmatively, the Cavaliers kept this posture and followed his finger through the smoke.

"Paul, you..."

‘哐嘡’!

A group of two-foot-long monks were all confused. You looked at me, I looked at you, and finally they all looked at Ancelotti. "What's outside the door?"

"It's the aisle! We just came in through that..."

‘哐嘡’! Kaka walked in. Zhuo Yang told him the secrets after last time, so Kaka knew where to go.

With a humble, kind, confident and serene smile on his face, the young master bent his right arm, clenched his fist, and nodded to greet everyone.

"come on!"

"come on!"

"come on!"

…

‘哐嘡’! Kaka also chased out, leaving only the disturbed vast mist and a group of stunned coaches in the room.

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