When AC Milan was staying in the hotel where Budida was riding, the flashes on the scene were almost never stopped. This defending champion is a veteran European team, and there are too many stars in the team that are paid attention to by the media and fans.

Needless to say, Kaka is now one of the most popular stars in the entire European football world. In addition, there are veterans such as Ronaldo and Inzagi.

Zhang Yang was wearing wide sunglasses. After getting off the car, he took off his headphones, looked at the night sky in Manchester, and then walked towards the hotel door.

He was surrounded by reporters, and a Times reporter almost stuffed the microphone into his mouth, and shouted: "For this game, do you think your performance will be better than Cristiano Ronaldo? Which team do you think will be the one who advances in the end?"

"This game is a showdown between two teams. Cristiano Ronaldo and I are just one of their respective teams." Zhang Yang said. This was a more concise answer, which disappointed the reporter more or less. However, Zhang Yang's following sentence exposed his inner thoughts, "Who will win in the end? Don't you think this question is strange? Of course, I think it should be Milan who won!" After saying that, he ignored what the other party was thinking, squeezed out the crowd and walked into the hotel.

The Times reporter was stunned for a moment, then looked at the young man's back and said, "It's really not so arrogant."

"What's the matter? You haven't seen him become more arrogant yet." An Italian journalist said, but he seemed to be a little proud and complacent when he said this.

Oh, you know, in Italy, many journalists don’t like to be proud of it, but now they are actually content with this guy.

Zhang Yang was lying on the sofa and was talking on the phone. Emma called. There were many regrets in the words of "Little Hermione" on the phone. She was not in the UK now, otherwise she could come to Old Trafford Stadium to watch the game.

Recently, Emma and Zhang Yang have more and more phone calls. Zhang Yang himself has not noticed this change. He is just happy in his heart. He has a good impression of the smart and beautiful girl "Little Hermione".

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang was about to go to Ronaldo's room and asked Ronnie to go out for a walk, and the phone rang again.

Zhang Yang looked at the number and smiled. The phone number was called by Cristiano Ronaldo.

"Hey, Cristiano, hello."

"You've arrived in Manchester?"

"Just arrived, how did you know?"

"It's said on the news." Cristiano Ronaldo laughed, "In the game the day after tomorrow, I will let you taste my awesomeness. Today, someone said you are better than me, and I'm so angry."

"I am indeed better than you. Some people think so. This is a respect for the truth, which is really normal." Zhang Yang said.

"Whoever can speak big can be better, you will know after the game." Cristiano Ronaldo curled his lips disdainfully.

"That's right." Zhang Yang also smiled. The guy on the other end of the phone was also a very arrogant guy. He thought he was the best in the world. However, Zhang Yang had no disgust towards Cristiano Ronaldo. Perhaps it was because Cristiano Ronaldo was also outspoken. He said whatever he said and didn't hide anything. The two of them had a good relationship because they were both Mendes' players. In addition, Zhang Yang's royal sister anchor lover and Cristiano Ronaldo's girlfriend Nereida are distant cousins, and the two inadvertently had some relationship.

"It must be Manchester United who advances to the final this time. You really won't go far when you meet us," said Cristiano Ronaldo.

"Tsk, be careful, the wind flashed," Zhang Yang said disdainfully, "By the way, I'm here in Manchester. You are the host at least, so you should treat me to a meal or have some wine to have fun."

"Ha, no problem, I still have this little money," said Cristiano Ronaldo. "Or I'll drive to your place to pick you up later and come out for some late-night snack."

"Uh--" Zhang Yang was stunned. This, he really wanted to go out for a walk now. With Cristiano Ronaldo, the local snake, he even saved the tour guide.

However, Cristiano Ronaldo is an opponent's player after all. If the reporter discovered that before the game, they would have fun together.

"Well, since you don't want to, then forget it. Don't say I didn't invite you, it's something you don't want to." Cristiano Ronaldo laughed, as if he was very proud to save this little treat.

"Fuck, who said I don't want to?" Zhang Yang cursed, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the hotel lobby for half an hour. Just drive directly to the entrance of the lobby."

"Ah, are you really here?" Cristiano Ronaldo was also joking. He was not a fool. He knew that the two of them were eating and drinking together and were seen by reporters. It was very bad.

"What? Have you regretted it again?" Zhang Yang sneered, "Are you afraid of seeing the newspaper tomorrow, which says Cristiano Ronaldo invites Zhang Yang to dinner, and asks Zhang Yang to show mercy and other reports?"

"Bastard." Cristiano Ronaldo cursed, "See you later."

Zhang Yang heard the phone hanging up there and laughed. He quickly put on his coat, walked to head coach Ancelotti's room and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Ancelotti was drinking coffee and watching the game video. When she saw Zhang Yang pushing the door, she asked in surprise, "Is there anything wrong, Zhang?"

"Coach, I have a friend who drives me out for a late-night snack later. I want to take two hours off."

"Your friend?" Ancelotti asked.

"That's right. He is a Portuguese and works in Manchester." Zhang Yang said calmly.

Seeing Zhang Yang saying something with eyes and eyes, it didn't look like he was lying to go out for fun, Ancelotti nodded, "Well, okay, I'll approve it."

"Thank you, coach." Zhang Yang smiled proudly and was about to leave. At this time, he heard Ancelotti say again, "Let's have a cup of coffee and have a casual chat."

"Drinking coffee..." Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Well, except for the time you first came to Milan, I remember we have never talked so alone again, Zhang Yang." Ancelotti said.

"Oh, no problem, I like chatting the most, coach, don't look at me being honest and dull, actually I am a very talkative person, ha!" Zhang Yang sat down.

When Ancelotti heard this, she looked at this smiling face and felt a big head. Are you still honest? Still dull?

"I only have instant coffee here." Ancelotti asked ignoring the guy's hippie face.

"Forget it, I don't want to have coffee now, otherwise I won't know when I will fall asleep at night." Zhang Yang said.

"Well, it's great, I saved twice as much coffee, too." Ancelotti smiled.

Zhang Yang curled his lips, meaning, do you think I didn't see it, you didn't invite me and coffee sincerely at all. You didn't see it just now and said you wanted to give me coffee, but your butt was sitting on the chair, and you didn't move the ground?

"If nothing unexpected happens, Zhang Yang... you will start in this game." Ancelotti saw the boy's expression in his eyes, but ignored it. He liked this feeling a little. When this boy faced him, he did not regard himself as a pure head coach, and seemed to be more casual. Ancelotti thought this was good. He was not a very strict godfather like Ferguson, and he didn't think he had to obey Zhang Yang. It was like this that the coach was a bit casual relationship, and he thought it was good.

Zhang Yang was not surprised to hear Ancelotti say that he might still start. He is now the team's main scorer. Unless he is injured or suspended, Ancelotti rarely refuses to start. It can even be said that in AC Milan, other players have been rotated, but Zhang Yang is rarely rotated.

"You are in good shape, I'm not worried," said Ancelotti.

"Well, I'm very satisfied with my condition, too."

"Zhang, let me finish my words."

"Yeah, OK, coach."

"What I worry about is your temper. You will definitely encounter some trouble in the game the day after tomorrow, and your opponent will even deliberately want to anger you."

"I intentionally provoke me?"

"Well, Manchester United's head coach is Ferguson." Ancelotti glanced at Zhang Yang when he said this, meaning, you know this person's style.

"Well, I understand." Zhang Yang nodded. He really understood Ferguson's psychological battles and the special arrangements for opponents in the game. Everyone in the football world knows this.

"Do you want to win the Champions League?"

"Of course, no one wants to win the Champions League." Zhang Yang said.

"Then you should be careful during the game and don't be fooled by Manchester United."

"Well, I will."

“How confident are you?”

"No." Zhang Yang spread his hands. "But I will try my best. As long as they don't swear or maliciously put shovels on, I will restrain myself."

Ancelotti nodded and heard Zhang Yang not answering him in a positive tone. Not only did he not get angry, he was very happy. He knew this kid, which shows that Zhang Yang really cared about it and would not be perfunctory.

Because his opponent is the scheming Ferguson, Ancelotti will find Zhang Yang to talk and give him a vaccination. Zhang Yang is now AC Milan's number one scorer and the most important part of the team's offense. It is AC Milan's advantage. However, Zhang Yang's personality and temperament may become AC Milan's shortcomings, especially when facing an old fox like Ferguson.

"Manchester United is not easy to deal with," Ancelotti continued. The subtext of this sentence is that Manchester United is not easy to deal with, Zhang Yang, what do you think.

"Ha, coach, don't worry, they are our dish. Eat it in one bite." Zhang Yang said shamelessly.

How could I not worry? Ancelotti thought so, but continued, "Cristiano Ronaldo is in good shape. Manchester United's defense is very good this year."

"That's because they haven't met me before." Zhang Yang said, "Cristiano Ronaldo? I'll give him some color.

Seeing Zhang Yang's fighting spirit, Ancelotti smiled so hard that the wrinkles on her face were all over. This kid was full of fighting spirit, very good, very good.

"I am very satisfied with your conversation, happy, and flamboyant," said Ancelotti. "Go, your friend is still waiting for you, but I will arrange for Mr. Tasotti to go back early tonight."

"Coach, you distrust me." Zhang Yang suddenly felt very aggrieved, "I have never been homeless at night."

Ancelotti nodded. Although this guy has a bad temper, he usually clashes with his opponents on the court, and most of his verbal battles off the court. It is rare to say anything other messy things.

"Go, the day after tomorrow, I'm waiting to see your goal."

"No problem." Zhang Yang smiled and stood up, "I'll leave, coach." The boy also looked reluctant.

"Get out quickly." Seeing Zhang Yang leaving, Ancelotti smiled. Today he was just here to learn about Zhang Yang's thoughts. Zhang Yang's request for battle** He was not worried, even Zhang Yang's condition, and he was not worried. He was worried that Zhang Yang's emotions would be affected by his opponent in the game, so he felt it was necessary to hit him.

The reporters waiting outside the hotel where AC Milan were staying yawning. There was nothing to gain today. AC Milan players did not have any abnormal "actions". That is, the captain Martini and Gattuso came out together, strolled around, bought some things, and soon returned to the hotel.

This disappointed the reporters waiting outside the hotel. They thought they could see Ronaldo bringing his Brazilian brothers out for fun.

At this moment, a Bentley was parked at the hotel door. The glass of the car was coated and the windows were not opened. The reporters couldn't see who was in the car.

At this moment, someone came out of the hotel, opened the car door, took a seat, and the car started immediately. The dust left.

"Zhang Yang--"

"Is it Zhang Yang?"

"Yes, it's him."

"What is he going out to do now?"

"Who knows, hurry up and follow our car?"

"Stop dreaming, that Bentley is the latest limited edition, and the speed is 15 times that of ours, and it can't catch up at all."

"Why does that Bentley look familiar?"

"Look familiar? Hi, I think familiar even when you say that."

A reporter suddenly had a lit up his eyes, "By the way, two months ago, didn't Cristiano Ronaldo buy a new limited edition Bentley? It seems this one."

After he said this, many reporters also remembered that Cristiano Ronaldo really has a Bentley like this.

But, "Cristiano Ronaldo drives to pick up Zhang Yang? It seems a bit-"
To be continued...