[Football] Anton's Green Pitch Diary

Meow Warbler raising children au 1-5 in the previous chapter 925 *A few things Anton and Pipo have to say In 2012, Filippo Inzaghi played his last game with AC Milan. It was also the last football game in his life. On that day, 16-year-old Anton and 39-year-old Pippo looked at each other, and neither of them could smile. Inzaghi, who came on as a substitute and scored the last goal, comforted his teammates. There were many new faces. The glory of the millennium had passed like a dream. Off the court, Maldini gave him a hug. Everyone understood him. Even though so many people accused Inzaghi of retiring long ago, and even though wrinkles appeared on the face of this young man who burned for the court wholeheartedly, he still persisted at San Siro until the last moment. Inzaghi smiled and hugged his teammates goodbye, using his jersey to wipe the young child's tears. Anton and Chris were both on the bench in this game. Even though Anton tried his best to get some playing time, he was still ruthlessly rejected by the coach. Anton missed the last chance to share the stage with Pipo. He looked at Inzaghi waving his hands not far away and cried silently. Chris scolded him, "Why are you crying?" "I feel sad when I see others retiring. I'll cry when you retire, right?" "Okay, okay, I feel bad too. Don't cry, Anton." Chris didn't dare to say anything more. After knowing Anton for half a year, he realized that he would never be able to communicate with him verbally. Looking at the way Anton cried, he would not be able to keep his eyes open for another half hour. Inzaghi's eyes were finally fixed on the bench. He and Anton looked at each other, both eyes were red. He walked over and whispered, "Anton." Anton's tears flowed even more fiercely, "I want to play another game with you. I don't know why he is so damn unwilling to give me this chance." Chris was startled by the three cazzos in his sentence, and quickly looked around. Fortunately, everyone was busy exchanging hugs, and no one paid attention to this corner for the time being. Inzaghi hugged Anton, who was still angry, and said, "Let me say this in the future. You still have to play football under the coach." Anton whimpered like a wet puppy, "There is no future. You have retired and I can no longer play football with you. We have no future at all..." "Don't talk nonsense. We will have dinner together on the weekend. It won't happen again." Inzaghi couldn't stand Anton's sticky coquettishness and was worried that these words would be heard by the dumbfounded Chris, so he had to glare at this kid who didn't keep his mouth shut. Anton looked back at him resentfully. "Okay, okay," Inzaghi relented and hugged Anton hard. "Don't cry. I can't wait to start my coaching career. There is nothing wrong with retiring." Chris stood aside and looked at the two people hugging each other, thinking to himself, does Uncle Pipo really have the talent to be a coach? I don't know why, but he always feels a little redundant. Just when Chris was doubting life, doubting himself, and was about to start doubting the two people who hugged each other for five minutes and still didn't let go, they finally separated. I don't know what Inzaghi whispered in Anton's ear, and Anton finally stopped crying. "Really?" Anton was doubtful. Inzaghi nodded. "Okay," Anton finally put down his hand. He sniffed a little uncomfortably and turned to look at Chris, "Why are you still standing here?" Chris:? ? ? Anton patted his butt hard, "Let's go, give Pipo some time to say goodbye to the fans." "By the way," Anton mentioned casually, "I won't be home for dinner for a while." "Where are you going again?" "Mom Christian, I think there is a reason why there is a private word in private." "But dads think you are secretly dating. Do you really not have a girlfriend?" Anton was startled, "... Of course not, please stop talking nonsense." "I'm not talking nonsense. Only a fool can't see that you haven't been normal recently." Chris came over and said, "Seriously, isn't it normal to have a girlfriend? Why hide it?" "I don't have a girlfriend at all!" "Okay," Chris shrugged. He felt that this was Anton's cover-up, but just forget it if Anton didn't want to tell his parents. Aren't he his best brother? "I will never understand you..." Chris curled his lips. When Anton saw that this was not going well, he could only grab Chris and ask him to help cover up, "It's not a girlfriend... It's really not! At least for now we are still... Uh... Still in contact, don't tell Paul about them, okay." Chris felt that Anton was willing to tell the truth, which proved that he was the most trusted person in Anton's family, so he was satisfied and said nothing more. And Anton is indeed happy. Chris would not have thought that what he promised Anton today would cause him much trouble in the future. In 2012, a big event also happened at the Maldini house on Ravizza Street. Shevchenko finally retired. Shevchenko's transfer to Chelsea was called a failure. The media wanted to put a pinhole camera in his apartment in London, just to see if Milan's old captain would come and arrest him. But they were disappointed, and after an early few months of stalemate, Sheva returned to Milan before Christmas. There is no winter break in the Premier League, so he only stayed briefly for two days before returning to London. But what The Sun didn't capture was that in Shevchenko's first match after returning on Christmas Day, there were three tightly covered faces in the audience. Anton and Chris were very shameless as they watched the young lovers flirting with each other as if they had just met after ten years of golden marriage. Now even Chris is no longer worried about the relationship problems of the two fathers. The only question is when will this sneaky life end. In the end, it was Chris who bravely stood up for his family, "Dad, you are so much older than Sheva, can't you be more mature?" Maldini's eyebrows immediately flew up, and the two children also understood why Maldini was able to secure the top spot in Milan and the national team: Paul's cold face was really scary, and I don't know how Shevchenko withstood Maldini's anger and resolutely transferred. But the reason why the Milan captain can become a banner is because he opens up his voice and speaks out. So while Chris and Anton continued to cuckold behind the scenes, Maldini and Shevchenko secretly reconciled. Two years later, Nightingale finally returned to the San Siro he was familiar with. After regaining his prominence at Milan, he returned to his parent club. In 2009, Paolo Maldini retired from Milan, and Andrei Shevchenko returned to Dynamo Kyiv. Three years later, when Shevchenko finally learned to smile appropriately and confidently in front of the camera, his playing career had come to this point. According to Gazzetta dello Sport, Maldini settled in Kiev in the first year after his retirement, and returned to San Siro a year and a half later to continue supporting his beloved team. It was at this time that Anton's relationship with Inzaghi became better and better. To be honest, Chris and Anton were no different from his nephews in Inzaghi's eyes, so when he noticed Anton's secretly looking eyes, he didn't think much about it. Two years later, he finally realized how big of a mistake he had made. Faced with Anton's confession, Inzaghi can be said to be dumbfounded without exaggeration. He felt that Anton was talking crazy, "Anton, I am twenty-three years older than you. I can be your father without exaggeration." Anton said with a stubborn face, "I haven't had a father since I was a child, so I just need my father's love." "What about Paul, where's Andre?" Inzaghi was frightened. He had known for a long time that Anton was a sharp-tongued child. Most people would not want to take advantage of him, but was Anton really here? "They are not you, you will never be the same as them." No matter how Anton expressed his feelings, Inzaghi firmly refused. "I'm not a pervert, I'm very old and you're very young - you're not even an adult! The world has changed now. It's not like our time, when you young people's choices are becoming more and more loose, but you can't fall in love with a boy your own age." But Anton is far more stubborn than Inzaghi thought. He should have thought that Anton was a life-threatening lunatic on the court. Later, when Maldini returned to Milan, Inzaghi did not dare to mention this matter. What was he going to do? "Paul, your son is chasing me like crazy, please take care of him." The captain would definitely strangle him to death. He hoped that the return of his parents would make Anton sober, but this plan also failed. In the second year after Anton's persistence, Inzaghi officially began to think about retirement. He asked Anton what he liked about him, and Anton said he liked every second of him on the court. If he retired, would Anton be able to like others? Thinking of this, Inzaghi suddenly felt uncomfortable in his heart when he should have breathed a sigh of relief. In the end, he decided to make it clear to Anton on the night after he retired that he would never agree to him no matter what. He whispered in Anton's ear, let's go out to eat together in the evening. He let go of his hand and found that Anton's eyes suddenly lit up. Inzaghi thought bitterly that what was more painful than retirement was giving people vague hope, but it was too late to regret it. The stadium was crowded and he only had time to say this. On the way to the restaurant, Anton kept chattering. Inzaghi wanted to stop the car countless times and let Anton go back by himself. As much as he loved Anton, he wished he could never let him experience the next few hours. Anton clutched his hands and said, feeling so happy now. Inzaghi swallowed. He clearly didn't want to respond, but he still asked him why as a reflex. Anton looked around but didn't look at him. The boy in the passenger seat was excited because he knew something would happen that would make him happy tonight. Inzaghi shamefully began to expect that he could pass out at this moment, even if he held the steering wheel in his hands. But he didn't. They walked into the restaurant together, sat down together under the guidance of the waiter, and took the time to sign autographs for a few fans before entering the box. In a few hours, he thought, something would change forever. Inzaghi watched Anton eat without noticing, and when he finally put down his fork and began to enjoy the luxurious dessert for players, he told him, I'm sorry, we can't be together. Anton stopped scooping ice cream. He looked like a foreigner who didn't understand Italian at all, as if his ten years of life in Milan were a dream. "What did you say?" "I'm sorry, Anton, I can't promise you. I'm too old, too weak, I was your father's teammate, you are my nephew, you are like Tommaso to me, I love him, I love you, but you know, this is completely different. I don't I can force you to stop loving me..." He paused when he mentioned the word "love", but he still finished what he had to say, "But I can't give you the same emotional response, so my answer to your question will always be this." He looked into Anton's dark eyes. He seemed a little distracted at the moment, "Forgive me." After being stunned for a long time, Anton seemed to have finally downloaded an Italian dictionary and said in a slow tone, "... I thought you liked me too." Inzaghi knew that this was completely different from Anton's imagination, and he felt that his heart was as broken as Anton's erratic expression. And Anton at this moment proved the reason why young people are called stupid people. They always have beautiful expectations for love and reality, and they have extraordinary bravery, as if this way they can make their wishes come true and never get hurt. "I don't believe it, Pipo, can you say that you don't like me for a moment?" Even if he had to do it over ten thousand times, Inzaghi would not be able to give his answer easily. He didn't know how to say it. Could it be that looking at Anton's passionate love, he wasn't moved at all? But he considers himself a good person, and at least he should abide by the bottom line of a good person and a moral person. Even if he has been in love with a half-Apennine girl, even if he has always been free and easy emotionally, he cannot accept the confession of his child - the child of a peer, his captain, and his teammate. Inzaghi lied, "I have always liked you. I love you as much as I love Tommaso, and I like you as much as Christian. You are like my child." He stared at Anton's face nervously, he didn't want Anton to cry, and belatedly he felt the numbness in his fingertips and the protest in his heart. Inzaghi was scared. At this moment, he would rather hope that Anton would beat him up, hope that Anton would overturn the table, and hope that Anton would slam the ice cream on his head, rather than see Anton's tears. Anton finally put down the spoon with the cream still hanging on it. "Really?" "It's absolutely true." Anton didn't cry, he lowered his head. Inzaghi wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he found that he couldn't. In fact, he was like a duck being strangled by the neck, taking a strange breath. "You know, this is a little different from what I thought." After speaking, Anton raised his head. Everyone in the world should applaud his perseverance and he will become the best player in the world, because at this moment, after those hurtful words, he still wants to find traces of lying in Inzaghi's eyes. Something broke, and the waiter apologized in a low voice in a panic. The broken porcelain pieces collided against the wall of the private room and made an ambiguous noise. Anton stood up, "You still treated me to this meal, right?" Inzaghi nodded stiffly. The boy sitting opposite him glanced at the door, grabbed his clothes and stood up, straightened his back and was about to leave, but his steps stopped behind Inzaghi. Inzaghi could smell the scent of shampoo from Anton's freshly washed hair. It was the grapefruit smell that could be smelled everywhere in the supermarket, but he couldn't even see whether Anton was facing him or his back at the moment. He could only hear Anton calling softly, "Pippo." Both of them are waiting. Inzaghi's forehead jumped. One more minute, no, thirty seconds is enough. The only thing you have to do is to close this mouth, no matter how much it wants to open and stay. There was no sound anymore, and then, Inzaghi felt a breeze blowing by. The smell of grapefruit disappeared, leaving only the vulgar incense in the restaurant.

Please let us Maria appear more often. I really like the intimacy of 1425. The Dongda Triangle of Mushrooms is also delicious [please][please][please][please]

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