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Chapter 178 Sampdoria Has Changed

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The young Guardiola tasted the bitterness of defeat for the first time.

As a key player nurtured by Barcelona, he always believed he was God's favorite son.

Looking at him now, he's at most God's stable boy.

Both are 21 years old, but some players scored 4 goals and provided 1 assist in the Champions League final, while others made a back pass after a feint in the opponent's half. The difference between players is greater than that between ordinary people and nobles.

This is a match that has attracted worldwide attention.

It includes half of Europe's royal families and almost all of the football legends.

He and Barcelona lost without any chance to fight back, and he couldn't even score a consolation goal.

Complete defeat!

Whether in terms of individual skills or team tactics, Barcelona is inferior to its opponents.

Not even close!

This sense of disparity left Guardiola feeling incredibly lost.

The strength of his opponent was deeply imprinted in his mind.

No matter how hard you try, you can't beat such a terrifying opponent. What's the point of continuing to play football?

Screw your football dreams!
He lay on the grass, even contemplating becoming a model.

He had previously received a business card from a modeling agency agent.

Until Cruyff pulled him up from the grass.

"Boss."

Guardiola pursed his lips and burst into tears.

Cruyff hugged him and patted him on the back to comfort him, saying, "When we lost the World Cup final, I thought the world was ending. Why did Beckenbauer exist? Did I score 74 goals in my first season with the youth team and still not get as good as the Germans? But then I realized that losing is just that. Don't take it too seriously. Go out, go on a date with a girl, sleep with her, and you'll find that everything will be alright."

I have a girlfriend!

Guardiola quickly emphasized that he and his girlfriend Cristina had known each other since their school days.

"Okay, then Christina it is."

Cruyff said with a smile.

He pulled his protégé and told the players to get up and not lie on the grass.

Make the failure look even more embarrassing.

"Let's go, guys, it's time to go collect our awards."

Cruyff greeted him.

The Sampdoria players were already waiting at the tunnel entrance.

Guardiola looked at Lu Deyang, who was standing with his teammates, and couldn't tell that he was the man who had dominated today's final. At this moment, he really wanted to ask: Why Manchester?

Amidst applause from the entire Sampdoria team, the Catalans quickly walked onto the podium.

After receiving the medal, Guardiola looked back with some reluctance at the trophy that didn't belong to him before quickly leaving with his teammates.

Next, we arrived in Sampdoria.

The atmosphere at Wembley instantly became frenzied.

Ludjohn and Sampdoria displayed unparalleled dominance at Wembley Stadium.

The camera panned across the stands, glancing at the faces of the royals before finally settling on the faces of the fans.

Sampdoria fans held up number seven jerseys and chanted Lu Deyang's name.

It is because of such supporters that football is the world's number one sport.

In the stands, regardless of background, everyone supports the team equally.

At least for this 90 minutes, European royalty is no more noble than a car mechanic.

"Deyang!!!"

Lu Deyang was mixed in with the team, but Wembley Stadium kept chanting their names.

The Englishmen in the neutral stands were even more enthusiastic than the Sampdoria fans.

London, already at night, has lost its usual chill and instead feels hot and humid.

Italian teams showed some young British fans what football was all about for the first time.

Ferguson's children stared intently at the field.

The flame that flickers in your eyes is called hope.

Seeing such a scene, it's hard not to feel a sense of pride and admiration for Beckham and his teammates.

One day, they too will stand on such a podium.

"You played well today, Roberto, you were fantastic!" Beckenbauer praised.

Mancini was truly outstanding in his coordination with Lu Deyang today, and his ability to deliver the ball in crucial moments was very important.

Mancini's face broke into a wide smile upon hearing the praise from the football emperor.

Vialli grimaced behind him, feeling that he was more effective than Mancini in front of the penalty area.

Finally, it was Lu Deyang's turn. Pele rushed to hug Lu Deyang and praised him, saying, "You finally played a great game and did not waste your talent."

Lu Deyang: ...

Pelé continued, "Keep it up, make your opponents lose the game because of your brilliant attack, put them under the greatest mental and physical pressure."

"If you want Dejan to have his leg broken, just say so."

Beckenbauer walked up and shook hands with Lu Deyang, saying, "Don't worry about what others say. Even if that person is Pelé or Beckenbauer, whether it's a long-range shot or dribbling past 10 people to put the ball into the goal, it can only count as one goal."

"I'll handle it myself."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

Beckenbauer smiled and patted his arm.

So young!

21 years old, fourteen championships.

Even he can't compare.

Beckenbauer even felt that ten years from now, he might be embarrassed to be called the "Football Emperor" like Lu Deyang. Perhaps he could be called the "Football King" or something like that. Anyway, he wasn't French, so he didn't have to be afraid of being called a king.

With a broad smile, Johansson took Lu Deyang's hand, handed him the medal, and said, "Back in Tokyo, I knew I would see you again at the end of the season. Some people are just born winners."

See you next season.

Lu Deyang nodded and said.

Johansson burst into laughter.

The monopoly of trophies may not be a good thing, but at present, Lu Deyang is more popular among young people than ordinary players. Because he is a cartoonist, many children have even become involved in football because of this.

The benefits he brought far outweighed the drawbacks.

Lu Deyang walked to the podium, clapping all the way, and stood with his teammates in front of the archway for the 1991-1992 European Champion Clubs' Cup Winner.

Looking at the brothers around me.

Lu Deyang couldn't help but sigh.

I've gotten to where I am today because of the many brothers I have with me.

"Deyang, get ready to raise your glass."

Vialli urged.

Lu Deyang glanced at Mancini, but Vialli was clinging tightly to Mancini's neck, not giving him a chance to steal the spotlight.

"Coach, let's join each other."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

"Go on, boss, we've defended our title!"

"Yeah, boss."

Urged on by the players, Boskov stepped forward and, together with Lu Deyang, grasped the other side of the trophy.

"three,"

"two,"

"one……"

As the fans counted down, Lu Deyang raised his glass a little slower, and then felt a tremendous force.

He couldn't help but look at Boskov.

I raised the glass slowly to be considerate of the coach, but I didn't expect him to be so strong.

"We are the champions!!!!"

The Sampdoria players shouted excitedly.

A huge cheer erupted from the stands once again.

The match was exciting enough that the fans' enthusiasm lasted a long time.

"Sampdoria's God Team, perhaps that's a more fitting name for them."

“In the past three years, Sampdoria has won 14 titles, crushing other giants in Serie A and European football with its absolute strength, and starting the Sampdoria dynasty. In the Hollywood movie 'Back to the Future,' the doctor always says that a little change will affect the future, but I believe that even when Paolo Mantovani intercepted Rivera in the restaurant, he himself did not expect what kind of player he would sign for Sampdoria.”

"Columbus Airport has been transformed into San Dejan Airport, but even that can't reflect Dejan's greatness. He alone transformed Sampdoria from a title challenger into a champion defender, leaving all the top clubs in Europe to give their all and ultimately watch as Sampdoria took all the championships."

"What's even more frightening is that this is just the beginning. Dejan, at 21, still has a long prime ahead of him. In ten or fifteen years, Sampdoria will definitely become the top club in Italy and even Europe!"

Many fans only remembered this after Rossi reminded them.

Yes.

Sampdoria now has quite a few championships.

Then it will likely take the current position from other teams.

That's really terrifying.

The three strongest teams in the North have now become the four strongest teams in the North.

Sampdoria were too dominant against both Milan clubs.

The only thing that gave the Rossoneri a sigh of relief was that they won their second meeting this season, even though Ludjohn didn't play and Sampdoria made a large-scale rotation.

But a win is a win, and Barry's undefeated record is nothing short of a legend.

Compared to their fierce rivals in the same city, they don't feel as much pressure.

Monica entered the stadium with the players' families, hugged Lu Deyang's neck and kissed him hard, which caused a commotion in the stadium.

Virgil immediately leaned over and asked, "Dejan, where's that Portuguese kid?"

"Cristiano? He didn't come."

Lu Deyang said.

Although they were giving money to Curly's family.

But the curly-haired girl still refused.

Cristiano Ronaldo has always had a strong sense of self-esteem and is also sensitive; this personality trait is something he can't change.

It was precisely because of this personality that he achieved his later success.

Perhaps the most important motivation is to be respected by others.

Virgil lowered his head somewhat dejectedly. He had recently learned a little Portuguese and was preparing to show it off to Ronaldo.

Lu Deyang vigorously rubbed Virgil's head, and Virgil quickly ducked away.

"Uncle Deyang, come over for a photo!"

Paul Wiljoward greeted him.

Lu Deyang pulled Monica along, laughing as they walked over, and the two of them stood behind Paul.

Paul was clearly more obedient than Virgil, that brat.

After the photo was taken, Monica whispered in Lu Deyang's ear, "Should we call Diane down to take a picture together?"

"Give the British some face."

Lu Deyang said irritably.

Taking photos with the princess and prince as if they were a family must not be a pleasant sight for the British royal family.

It's a match played in England, after all.

Even if he wasn't afraid of Charles challenging Lu Deyang to a one-on-one match, Lu Deyang still didn't want to see James Bond in his room that night.

"Fernando, come over for a photo."

Lu Deyang pulled Lanna and Materazzi back and turned to greet them.

He sat in the front with Monica, with two Marcos and a Fernando standing behind them.

Just as the reporter was about to take a picture, Mancini slid in and rushed in front of the camera, blocking Lu Deyang and Monica.

click-

The photographer promptly pressed the shutter.

Uncle Mancini's expression was very vivid; he was determined to go further and further down the path of the circus.

"Shall we go out and celebrate later?"

"Mancini asked."

"Of course, would you like to bring your family?"

Lu Deyang asked.

"You guys go have fun, Federica and I will go back first."

Monica said.

The team has some single guys; if they go, those players definitely won't feel comfortable.

"Okay, it's on me today."

Lu Deyang said.

"Long live!!!"

Many people instantly became excited.

“Use the money we won against Roberto, thirty thousand dollars, and spend it all!!!” Lu Deyang said again.

"Long live!!!!!!!!"

The crowd's voices instantly rose several decibels.

Except for Mancini.

Even when star players earn over 20 a week, spending tens of thousands at nightclubs is considered quite extravagant.

Spending 30,000 in one go means the whole team can play quite well.

In Hollywood movies made a few years ago, Colombians were drinking champagne that cost only a few hundred dollars a bottle.

"Deyang, it's time for a urine test."

Pezzotti came over to remind him.

"This is really boring, and they can't even find a problem," Redondo complained.

Lu Deyang chuckled and patted his arm, saying, "It's nothing, just routine."

How can Lu Qiuwang improve himself without taking a urine test?

When Guardiola saw Lu Deyang in the restroom, his expression stiffened, but he still managed a forced smile and nodded.

Lu Deyang nodded in agreement.

When he was young, Gua Tu was actually quite handsome; who can argue with that?

However, this guy is indeed not bad-looking.

While Lu Deyang was preparing the samples, Guardiola paced around him for several seconds before finally asking, "Why are you asking me if I want to go to Manchester?"

Lu Deyang chuckled and shook himself, saying, "Manchester is great. There's Manchester United and Manchester City. Maybe there will be some good job opportunities. I think Manchester might be a good fit for you."

"You feel?"

Guardiola raised his voice, sounding somewhat annoyed.

Who would assign a job to someone on the first meeting, especially one from Catalonia to rainy Manchester?

"I'm sorry. My bad."

Lu Deyang patted Guardiola on the shoulder and said, "I shouldn't have said that. I didn't expect you to dislike Manchester."

Upon seeing Lu Deyang apologize, he was at a loss for words.

He just stood there, stunned.

A few seconds after Lu Deyang left, Guardiola's gaze inadvertently caught some faint water stains on his shoulder.

"Damn it, I'm going to kill you!!!"

……

Mixed interview area.

“We are…Sampdoria Boys.”

Mancini put his arm around Redondo's shoulder and shouted into the camera.

Redondo curled his lip in disdain.

I wonder if personality traits are contagious.

If he ever becomes like Mancini, I'd rather kill him.

"Fernando, you'll soon be playing on the same team as Maradona and Van Basten. How do you think they compare to Dejan?" the reporter asked directly.

Redondo said irritably, "It's a mistake to compare Dejan with those losers. It doesn't matter if the losers are called Maradona or Van Basten. Football only remembers the winners, and the winners are Dejan and his teammates, including me."

"So, what did you think of today's match?"

The reporter quickly changed the subject.

He was afraid that Redondo wouldn't answer.

Players who refuse a national team call-up cannot be treated like ordinary people; a reporter's influence is no greater than that of the national team coach. "To be honest, I'm very disappointed. Barcelona isn't as strong as I imagined. Cruyff's reputation is too great. I thought it would be a tough match..."

Redondo said.

"Are you saying Barcelona doesn't live up to its reputation?" the reporter quickly pressed.

"What I mean is, Barcelona isn't that strong. I really don't know how those teams lost to them," Redondo complained.

"Hey!" Mancini shouted in dissatisfaction.

He and Sampdoria had previously lost to Barcelona.

Redondo glanced at him, turned and left, secretly laughing to himself.

He was referring to Mancini.

……

When Lu Deyang arrived at the press conference, Cruyff and Boskov were already answering reporters' questions.

etc.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with losing. That's how games are. Some people win and some people lose. It's cruel, but that's the reality of football."

Cruyff said.

After losing the World Cup final, his ability to cope had reached its limit.

Losing a championship trophy isn't that hard for him to accept.

He can manage his emotions very well.

It's regrettable, but I don't feel like the sky is falling like a young person would.

"John, what's the reason for your tactical lag?"

one reporter asked.

Let's just not give him the excuse of personal ability difference.

Cruyff glanced at Boskov and said, "Even if it's a tactical lapse, Sampdoria has a more advanced tactic. I'm sure this tactic incorporates Michels' ideas, so it's a victory for Dutch football, which is good for me."

Boskov immediately grabbed the microphone and said, "Yes, I have studied Michels and the Dutch total football tactics. This match is actually a battle of Dutch tactical ideas."

When Lu Deyang was not injured, he was very willing to say nice things.

"Mr. Boskov, when you ran onto the field and received a red card, were you trying to attack an opposing player?" the reporter asked.

"how is this possible?"

Boskov explained, "I was anxious to check on Dejan's injury."

"But why are you raising your fist?"

The reporter, unwilling to miss this opportunity, continued to press for answers.

Boskov said, "I was too angry at the time, it was a subconscious action. When I'm nervous, I like to look around. When I'm nervous, I clench my fists."

"Yes, I can prove it."

Lu Deyang said with a smile.

The reporters immediately turned their attention to Lu Deyang, asking, "Deyang, were there any fans present today who seemed to have a special connection with you?"

British journalists were thrilled to hear this question.

Say that name, say that name!
Spencer!
“Every fan is very special to me,” Lu Deyang said. “Football is nothing without fans, and I am very grateful to all the fans who support us, whether they are Italian or Ethiopian.”

The audience burst into laughter.

If someone else had said that, the Italian media would probably have launched a tirade.

Who can blame him but Lu Deyang?

"How long do you think it will take for Barcelona to win their first Champions League title, no, the UEFA Champions League title?" a reporter asked, raising his hand.

Lu Deyang shook his head and said, "To be honest, I don't know. It's possible that someone will come along to save Barcelona. Mr. Cruyff has already done it. You can't deny his achievements just because he lost a championship. They just won the La Liga title. But a coach is a coach after all. Mr. Cruyff needs a player with the abilities he had as a player."

The reporters on Fleet Street were quite disappointed.

Lu Deyang not only refrained from criticizing Barcelona, but also spoke highly of Cruyff.

He really knows how to avoid offending anyone.

"You weren't willing to talk about the All-Star team before the show started, can we talk about it now?"

one reporter asked.

“Of course, because that’s the next match, and I believe Mr. Zoff already has his own ideas about the starting lineup,” Lu Deyang said with a smile.

"So what kind of starting lineup do you envision?"

one reporter asked.

"I'm afraid I can't say, otherwise the fans' discussion will put pressure on Mr. Zoff," Lu Deyang said with a smile.

"Which Serie A All-Star player would excite you the most, besides Sampdoria players?"

another reporter asked.

"It's hard to name one. Diego, Marco, Roberto, and others are all excellent, but I'm sure it's not Paolo Maldini. His attacking talent is just average."

Lu Deyang said.

Many reporters at the scene laughed along.

Reporters who frequently interview Lu Deyang know that he has a good relationship with Maldini and often teases him at press conferences.

Maldini's attacking talent is not bad even among full-backs.

If you only consider a guard's talent, and he's considered average, then there's practically no one in the world with that talent.

"Any new ideas lately? My son thinks the latest e-sports products aren't very impressive."

one reporter asked.

Lu Deyang nodded and said, "Of course there are. You have to understand that there are lows and highs in creation. There have been a lot going on lately, but during the holidays, I will focus more on comics. Xiao Chuan will have new friends and adventures, and will face new challenges, friendship and betrayal, as well as Archer's redemption. All of these will be revealed this summer."

When talking about comics, Lu Deyang is wide awake.

There is an idea.

It's just that it wasn't drawn in detail.

These days, readers are naive; just give them a glimpse of the future.

Compared to Blizzard, Land King is far superior. At least Land King doesn't keep delaying releases and producing a mess; at most, it occasionally finds an excuse to take a break.

After answering a few more questions, Lu Deyang announced the end of the press conference as it was getting late.

I bet my teammates are getting impatient.

Lu Deyang had just returned to the locker room when he saw that everyone had already changed their clothes.

Clearly, they are very interested in going out to celebrate.

Even those older men who stay at home sometimes want to go out and broaden their horizons.

Lu Deyang quickly sat down to change his clothes, and two minutes later waved and shouted, "Let's go, let's see what London's nightclubs are like."

A howl immediately erupted in the locker room.

After winning, we really should celebrate.

"Let's go, to Fabric!" Mancini shouted excitedly.

"You've already chosen a location?"

"Vially asked."

“Just ask any of the waiters, and you’ll find out. Fabric is the best nightclub in London,” Mancini said.

"Let's go then."

Lu Deyang said.

The group left in twos and threes.

Figure out your own way and then go and meet up.

It's a bit outrageous to take the team bus to a nightclub.

Let the reporters take pictures if they want. The season is over and we just won the championship. The fans won't say anything if we let it go a little.

The booths and private rooms are located on both sides, with the dance floor in the middle.

The dance floor lights weren't as dim as I'd expected, unlike the bars I'd been to later.

The Sampdoria first team gradually arrived at the nightclub, and it was a pleasant surprise to see them regroup.

These days, even cell phones can be unreliable; it's already a success if you don't lose someone during a group activity in another city.

Before the drinks even arrived, some teammates had already run off to the dance floor to have some fun.

"Aren't you going, Deyang?"

Seeing that Lu Deyang hadn't moved, Mancini asked.

"I'll sit for a while."

Lu Deyang turned to Marco and said, "Marco, you guys go have fun, you might meet some pretty girls."

As for Redondo, there's no need to persuade him.

He simply doesn't like girls who hang out in places like that.

"Why don't you go play?"

Redondo looked at Mancini and asked.

“I’m going to sit here and pick out my targets; the view isn’t as good on the dance floor,” Mancini said.

Several people rolled their eyes in unison.

This guy has a pretty good idea.

"There are quite a few celebrities watching the game this time, maybe I'll run into one of my favorite stars," Mancini continued.

“You yourself are often on TV, there’s no need to idolize celebrities so much, they’re just ordinary people,” Lu De said.

"You talk as if you've dated a celebrity."

Mancini retorted irritably.

"Yes, yes, even celebrities' farts smell good."

Redondo said from the side.

Pagliuca and Viljoward, who had just arrived, came over and immediately burst into laughter upon hearing this.

Somewhat annoyed, Mancini turned and walked toward the dance floor.

"Who has upset our Uncle Mancini again?" Pagliuca joked.

"Maybe it's because we didn't order a hamburger?"

Lu Deyang said.

The group laughed even harder, pounding their fists on the sofa.

This kind of joke really works within the team.

Marco Lanna is less likely to become a laughing stock these days, and according to the law of conservation of energy, Uncle Mancini naturally becomes the successor.

Lanna has proven with his actions that he is no longer the same Lanna.

This is fucking more inspiring than most stories.

“Those girls are watching us,” Pagliuca said, patting Mannini on the shoulder.

"They can't possibly look at you. Are you that handsome?"

Mannini, who almost choked, said irritably.

“Maybe someone will like my style,” Paliuka said.

He's not bad-looking.

“Don’t even think about it, they’ve been watching Dejan the whole time,” Redondo said, sipping his champagne. “And they’ve been talking about Dejan, they’ll probably come up and chat him up soon.”

He noticed the girls' gazes while he was drinking.

Paryuka waved his hand dejectedly.

Before Lu Deyang transferred, Mancini was a favorite among female fans.

Now we have Lu Deyang and Redondo as well.

His ranking can only be further down the list.

"Can we get to know each other?"

Sure enough, the two girls came over at the urging of their companion.

"Didn't you recognize us?"

Lu Deyang asked with a smile.

Catherine Zeta-Jones.

He also saw the other person acting in a TV series at the hotel; he guesses he's a minor actor now.

However, King Lu doesn't have time today. Even if Monica doesn't mind, she can't bring a stranger to meet the princess, so it's better to refuse directly.

Upon hearing this, Jones's female companion's expression changed.

Catherine Zeta-Jones, her expression unchanged, said, "We just want to get to know some big stars, there's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Of course, you're very welcome."

Lu Deyang said, "You can invite your friends over. The drinks are on me today."

These words made the two girls' expressions much better, and they immediately went back to discuss it with their companions.

"They probably thought they were invited on purpose."

Mannini said with a sneer.

People in their 30s have seen this kind of situation many times.

"There's no need to spell it out, is there? Let's make the girls happy."

Lu Deyang said.

As long as you know what's going on, that's enough.

Since we're unlikely to see each other again, why spoil their mood?

When her teammates returned from the dance floor, she didn't even dare to sit back down.

A few more girls have entered the booth!

“I am Roberto Mancini, and Dejan is my best friend.”

Mancini sat down and squeezed in to speak.

Vialli rolled his eyes to the heavens.

Damn it, I should have killed this bastard back in the national youth team dormitory.

He only acknowledges that the two of them are good brothers when he needs them; otherwise, he just freeloads off Lu Deyang.

"Roberto is very talented and can sing very well."

Lu Deyang said.

Many people at the table were snickering.

Mancini is not bad-looking, but his singing is worse than his chanting.

"Really? Is that so?"

One of the girls became interested, and Lu Deyang took the opportunity to get up and say, "I'm going to the restroom."

Redondo quickly got up as well.

"You can pay the bill later."

Lu Deyang handed the credit card to Vialli and whispered.

If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later.

After leaving the nightclub, Redondo breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I sometimes want to come to places like this, but I want to leave after a while."

"That's not a problem."

Lu Deyang said with a smile, "Sometimes I crave some excitement, but this kind of place is too noisy."

"Shall we go back together?"

"Redondo asked."

"I have other appointments."

Lu Deyang said.

Redondo then went to the street to hail a taxi.

He was well aware of the relationship between Lu Deyang and that princess.

Lu Deyang smiled and shook his head.

This guy is really dashing.

Let's hurry up and go, Monica is getting impatient.

When they arrived at the princess's house, Lu Deyang was still not frightened.