Football: Three sure-fire weaknesses in every match!

Ferrero wants to win today.

He also wanted Pallotta to sit next to him so he could watch Sampdoria win.

That feeling.

It sounds wonderful.

Inside the private room.

The two bosses had just met.

His face was covered with a standard business smile.

"James!"

Ferrero opened his arms, as warmly as if he were an old friend.

Welcome to Genoa.

"I hope the sea breeze here isn't too cold for you."

Pallotta shook hands with him.

Her smile was also very appropriate.

Massimo.

"This place is beautiful."

"Of course, it could be even more beautiful if your new stadium plans can proceed."

Ferrero's smile froze slightly.

He then burst into laughter.

"You Americans are so direct."

"The stadium was old as soon as we met."

Pallotta shrugged.

"I am an investor."

"When you see an asset, you can't help but assess its value for renovation."

Ferrero immediately retaliated:

"very good."

"Then you should take a look at my Lin Qi."

"He is now the most worthwhile asset to invest in in Serie A."

Pallotta smiled.

"I admit that."

"But if he can score again against Roma tonight..."

"His price will be even more outrageous."

Upon hearing this, Ferrero waved his hand modestly on the surface.

"Oh, they're just young players."

"We can't keep praising him like that."

He's still young.

"It still needs to grow."

"Our club doesn't have that many commercial expectations for him."

The Samp executives next to them almost spat out their coffee when they heard this.

No commercial prospects?

Who was it that was in the private room earlier, holding their phone and saying, "My net worth has increased again"?

Pallotta clearly didn't believe it either.

He glanced at Ferrero and smiled:

Massimo.

"You're making that sound like someone who just doubled the price of a product."

Ferrero laughed.

"James, you're a savvy businessman."

"That's why we should talk more."

The two sat down.

The staff served coffee and snacks.

Ferrero picked up his glass.

They've started a mutual flattery phase.

"Seriously."

"Roma has had a very good start to the season."

"Undefeated in three rounds".

"Not a single goal conceded."

"This shows that your management is very successful."

"The team has strong discipline."

"The defense is solid."

"A strong midfield."

"Salah is as fast as the wind."

"If we weren't playing at home today, I would actually be a little scared."

Pallotta listened and nodded with a smile.

"Sampdoria is the real surprise."

"Three consecutive wins."

"Defeat Inter Milan."

"Defeat Juventus."

"Another 3-0 victory over AC Milan at the San Siro."

"If this were a movie script, the producers would think it's too exaggerated."

Ferrero immediately patted his chest.

"I am the producer."

"So I know that reality is more valuable than movies."

Pallotta couldn't help but laugh.

Ferrero continued:

"Speaking of which, your Rome club is the real big club."

"It's a big brand."

"The city is big."

"There are many fans."

"The US market has also been well developed."

"I have always admired your business approach."

Pallotta waved his hand.

"Not enough."

"The commercialization of Italian football is too slow overall."

"court."

"broadcast."

"Overseas markets".

"Digital content."

"Many things should be faster."

Ferrero's eyes lit up.

"Completely agree."

"So you see, we're filming 'The Year of Lin' right now."

Documentary.

"China Market"

"Young fans."

Social media.

"This is the future."

Pallotta nodded.

"good."

"If you can develop the Chinese market, the entire Italian Serie A will benefit."

Ferrero felt extremely pleased.

He liked this assessment.

Especially coming from Pallotta, a boss with an American capitalist background.

To make it seem like they're not just trying to ride the wave of popularity.

Instead, it is making forward-looking global strategic plans.

of course.

The two of them verbally expressed their admiration for each other.

But they were all thinking about something else.

Ferrero was thinking:

After the match ends and Sampdoria wins, Pallotta should take the initiative to reach out and say, "Congratulations, Massimo, your team is better."

Then I can say very humbly:

"Not at all, Roma played very well too, we were just a little luckier today."

And then, incidentally:

"Of course, Lin Qi is indeed quite good."

perfect.

Pallotta, however, thought the exact opposite.

Wait for Roma to win the game.

It's best to win away from home.

He could pat Ferrero on the shoulder and say:

"Your team has great potential, and Lin Qi is also excellent, but young teams need more time."

Then Ferrero had to congratulate him with a smile.

He, however, could humbly say:

"The match was tough; Sampdoria gave us a lot of trouble."

This is the winning posture a mature boss should have.

They both smiled at the same time.

Drink coffee at the same time.

Meanwhile, he waited in his heart for the opponent to congratulate him after the match.

The atmosphere in the private room seemed warm and friendly.

In reality, there are undercurrents.

Ferrero suddenly pointed to the stadium.

"James, look."

"A lot of fans came today."

"That's the charm of football."

Pallotta nodded.

"Yes."

"But I prefer away fans who are still singing at the end of the game."

Ferrero raised an eyebrow.

"You mean Roma fans?"

"certainly."

Ferrero smiled.

"Then you might need to remind them."

"Even if we lose tonight, we must maintain our composure."

Pallotta laughed too.

"I would also like to say the same to Sampdoria fans."

The two looked at each other.

They all smiled very politely.

The staff members next to them silently lowered their heads.

This is hardly just mutual flattery.

This is clearly two bosses dressed in suits, holding coffee, exchanging harsh words.

Outside the stadium.

The fans' shouts grew louder and louder.

In the home team's locker room.

Lin Qi has already changed into his jersey.

Next to him was Schick, who was starting alongside him for the first time.

In the away team's locker room.

Spalletti is giving his final pep talk.

Everyone knows.

In another hour.

These are polite words, analyses, calculations, disdain, and expectations.

Everything will be torn apart by a whistle.

The real answer.

They will only appear on the lawn.

……

The countdown to the start of the match has begun.

Inside the players' tunnel.

The players from both sides have already formed two lines.

The referee team was at the forefront.

Behind them are players from Sampdoria and Roma.

Lin Qi stood in the blue and white queue.

Next to him was Schick, who was starting alongside him for the first time.

This young Czech center forward is very tall; he stands there like a long, slender flagpole.

He was clearly a little nervous.

He would occasionally bend down to adjust the shin guards.

Lin Qi glanced at him.

He said in a low voice:

"take it easy."

Hick looked up.

"I don't."

He had just finished speaking.

He looked down and touched his socks again.

Lin Qi smiled.

It wasn't exposed.

On the other side.

The Roma players looked serious.

De Rossi stands with his hands on his hips.

Nainggolan lowered his head and moved his neck.

Rüdiger stared at Lin Qi for several seconds.

His gaze carried a clear scrutinizing quality.

It's like making a prediction in advance:

How exactly should I stop this person tonight?

The staff member raised his hand in greeting.

"Ready to enter!"

The door at the end of the passage opened.

For an instant.

The roar of the Ferraris stadium poured in like a flood.

boom--!

The entire stadium was in a frenzy.

……