That was the first time I heard his name. Nesta, Alessandro Nesta.
He opened the corners of his mouth slightly, then pronounced the accented syllable on S, and then slightly pursed his lips - Sandro, Alessandro.
Come and tell me, how should I let go of him and us like this? Come and teach me, how to make them no longer unforgettable?
Memories that bring emotions to people are like a glass of fake wine.
Even if you know it is fake wine, you can still allow me to drink this drink.
Nesta×original heroine
A story about love, football and the Apennines
Note:
The heroine is purely fictional, this article is neither a dream girl nor an otome!
The choice of Mrs. Nesta's name as the heroine's name was also based on this consideration. The author has no intention of disrespecting real love and family!
The heroine is not just a camera, she is someone who I think can really attract the young lady. (Kochi, rational, the real Gabe sister is like this too~)
The ups and downs of her love affair with her young master in this book correspond to the rise and fall of Italian football in real life.
There will be a bit of seriousness, and there will be a lot of discussion, lyricism and thinking, because I think missing anyone's youth is something that needs to be taken seriously.
I hope you all enjoyed it and welcome to read!
Concept: After all, it's just a story
