Italy Boy Travel east (3) England led early, but Sharavi broke two holes in his knee

Five minutes after the game began, the tavern in the busiest part of the center of Rome seemed a little silent, a few minutes ago, they had just watched their country's team score a goal by the Englishman shortly after the opening, nervousness and frustration were written on everyone's face, but their eyes were fixed on the slightly dated 32-inch LCD TV on the wall, in addition to the thick breathing of the strong man, only the creaking sound of the electric fan could be easily captured.

"Crunch... Crunch..."

A handsome young man pushed open the wooden door and walked in, but no one looked back, except the bartender.

"Hey Stephen, how did you get back?"

The bartender's words made some people look toward the door.

"Look, our team's sharp knife is back! Italian men never know to back down! Italy..."

Driven by the enthusiasm, the bar resounded with thunderous noise. But along the way, the people in the bar would still give him extra eyes and cheers. He was none other than the city's little hero, Stephen El Sharavi.

"Hey, man, how did you get back..."

"Didn't you say you were too nervous to watch in the hotel?"

"Yeah, Stephen, I don't know if you know what's going on right now, anyway... It sucks... Very. ”

"I'm going to fight with you, and I can't do it alone." Sharawi looked resolutely at the TV screen, although the table he was sitting on was already difficult to accurately see the movement of every blue figure from the green field.

"What's wrong with your jeans, this is your new LV slacks you bought yesterday, how come there are two holes in your knees?"

"There was a pool of water in front of the hotel lobby, I just walked out and slipped and fell, it was really bad!" Sharawi explained helplessly.

"Oh my God, it's too bad, today is not your lucky day, hopefully you'll feel lucky after the game."

"Mancini won't let me down." Having said that, Sharawi took a big sip of the cocktail on the table, with a relaxed expression, which was his trust in his national team teammates, although it was more appropriate to add a "front" word.

Back in early January, Sharawi was still training hard in Dubai, and one day after training, his brother ran over excitedly and said,

"Al, silly brother, you don't know what you're missing!"

"What's wrong brother, that Korean stick is out of class or Cao transfer?"

"Oh no, I think, it must be the Shanghai landlord's money that has been settled?" Hahaha, finally free for a few months?"

"You're funny! He called you! Oh my God, did God leave you with only beauty and talent and hollow out your head? ”

"Older brother, you're special today."

"It's Robert! Hahaha, Robert and you called. ”

"Robert Mancini? Oh my God, that's not true! ”

Sharawi threw away the sneakers in his hand and put two hands on his head, but still rationally tried not to mess with his hairstyle.

"Call him back, he said he'll wait for you for as late as possible, quick..."

Sharawi immediately called Mancini, and it took half a minute before the phone was answered.

"Hello, dear Mr. Mancini, no, no, no, I just finished training, I hired Hamlet, right, right, that's him, I feel better now than I did in Milan..."

"Yes, I understand, all I have to do is to stop wasting my youth, I understand, you will never make a wrong choice..."

After the call, the corners of Sharawi's mouth never recovered from the upward state, and he said to his brother, "Your brother is going back to Rome, and it's up to you!" ”

The brothers immediately hugged each other, their eyes a little moist, and they knew that their efforts for more than a year were going to succeed.

On January 30, with Shenhua officially announcing the termination of the contract with Sharawi and the announcement of Sharawi's return, people all over the world knew that this was Mancini's promise to bring Sharavi.

Sure enough, more than a month later, after Sharawi scored his first goal back to Rome in the Europa League, he also managed to enter Mancini's Italian team, which was going to play in the European Championship qualifiers.

After the story is known to everyone, just after Mancini announced the European Cup list, Sharavi and his brother looked for a full 20 minutes, and after the spelling of each name was confirmed, they knew the fact that they had lost.

"I deserve a call from him, at least." Sharawi was a little lost, and his eye sockets appeared more sunken than usual, which made his eyes look even more hollow.

"He told me that I thought it was just a joke, maybe something was wrong!"

Snap! ——

Suddenly, Sharavi smashed the goblet in his hand, which his girlfriend had given him on their 30-day anniversary.

"I lost 20 million and he let me watch CCTV in Italy?"

But Sharawi didn't immediately call Mancini, who knew the rules of their football world, but he still sent a text message to Mancini in the bar at night. Unexpectedly, A reply from Mancini was quick:

"Al, the World Cup is your stage!"

Sharawi pushed open the door of the store, a tricycle suddenly almost hit him, subconsciously, Sharavi and the tricycle fell to the ground, it was a small truck carrying digital accessories, was rushing to the next shop to deliver.

Sharawi sat up and looked down at the mouse pads all over the floor, all of which were cartoon images of Mancini.

*This story is purely fictional for entertainment and any similarities are purely coincidental

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