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Chapter 201 The story of the trophy

Every player raised the trophy amid the cheers of the fans. After a while, his happy and brilliant expression was frozen, and like the championship trophy, it was remembered by countless people.

At the end of the award ceremony, the fans were still cheering excitedly, and the players also felt that their excitement to win the championship had not been vented completely, and the passion of the Rome Olympic Stadium had not yet faded.

The players rush to hold the trophy and kiss. For young people, this championship trophy is their first championship in professional football and is of great significance.

"Everyone goes away, let me feel the taste of the championship trophy!"

Bruno pushed away Trezeguet, who was holding the trophy without letting go, and used his coach's majesty to occupy the trophy.

The trophy is very big and heavy, as if it symbolizes that the trophy is full of gold.

Bruno held the trophy as if he was holding his lover. Although he wanted to be more calm, the calmness of Mount Tai collapsed before his face, in fact, he acted more out of control than anyone else.

Well, now you can shape it!

Bruno thought for a while, put the trophy on the turf, and sat upright on it with a serious and indifferent expression, just like a monarch sitting on the throne.

Hurry, take a picture for me!

The photographer looked dark. Are you sure you want to use such a low-pitched posture?

Your temperament is not like a king at all, not like a little!

Do you think you are sitting on the throne?

For my hair, I feel like you are sitting like a toilet?

And with your solemn expression, you are obviously trying to solve something. I am in this state in the bathroom every morning...

But since Bruno is happy, the photographer has no objection, so let's take a photo!

But perhaps because the wind is strong today and Bruno always yells on the sidelines and eats too much wind. Bruno feels that the gas in his stomach is gradually descending, and the direction is extremely clear. The last one can't help it and a fart comes out.

Because I was sitting on the trophy, this fart was poured into the trophy and it must have been wasted.

After doing something bad, hurry up and leave it here to suck it clean?

I don’t know how corrosive my farts are. If they are very corrosive, the Italian Football Association will have to customize a championship trophy again.

Anyway, I'm sorry!

He ran away with a wicked smile, hiding his merits and fame. Whoever wants to kiss the trophy next has nothing to do with him.

At this time, Gattuso, who had not had the chance to have more contact with the trophy just now, saw Bruno leave, and quickly ran over and hugged the trophy. At the same time, he glared at a few teammates who wanted to compete with him for the trophy and swearing his sovereignty.

Let me play for a while first!

Gattuso is still young and has a lot of fun, and always has more fun.

Some people kissed trophy, some put trophy over their heads, and some used trophy as thrones. So what are my tricks to play?

Huh?

It seems that the trophy is the right size!

Thinking of this, Gattuso put the trophy on his head, and at the same time, he thought happily that the photos of his head being put in the trophy would definitely become the headlines. He had thought about the title - look at the picture and guess the person, who is Perugia?

But just as soon as he pressed his head into the trophy, a pungent smell that made people fall into his nostrils, and then instantly filled his entire brain, feeling as if the whole world was polluted.

I'm damn!

What does this taste like?

I'm afraid it's not that I'm going to get poisoned?

In panic, Gattuso wanted to pull out the trophy, but the more he panicked, the more he became, the more he was, he had to free his head from the trophy. At this time, his whole face was green and black.

I'm fucking!

This trophy is poisonous!

Why?

Last season's Italian Cup winner was Florence?

What exactly did Fiorentina do to the championship trophy?

Gattuso was completely doubting life, and the lingering evil smell made him feel the deep malice in this world.

Bruno witnessed the whole process next to him, laughing so hard that he was almost cramping.

Do you dare to be a little stupid?

I felt sorry for the atmosphere when I farted, but I was sucked away by you, the environmental defender. I really should have given you a banner of an environmental expert.

However, it is a friendly reminder that you should go to the hospital for a check-up now. I think you are more likely to be poisoned.

And it's easy to be allergic...

I'm still counting on you to sweep the field in the middle, but nothing is wrong!

But at this time Gattuso finally realized that he thought of who was the culprit.

Tears were filled with resentment when he looked at Bruno. Fortunately, Bruno was the head coach. If it were other players, Gattuso would have fought with him long ago.

The live broadcast room was already full of fun, but the audience knew what Perugia had done.

"It is recommended that Gatuso transfer as soon as possible and continue to stay in Perugia. Maybe he will die at any time!"

"The anchor is poisonous, don't Gatuso know that he is a little far away from the anchor?"

"I have never seen the anchor who farts during live broadcasts. You won!"

"It's very creative to put farts in the championship trophy. I think about it, where is my farts good?"

......

Of course, happiness is joy, and there are still many rewards. Bruno is not afraid of being less than one or five cents. He accumulates a lot and becomes a big fortune.

"Anchor, why don't you bet on football? We will give you the correct information and ensure that you can buy a Serie A team yourself as your boss after a few games!"

A new audience in the live broadcast room asked their doubts.

Bruno curled his lips, his expression was quite disdainful, and obviously he had no good impression of betting on football.

"Cherish your life and stay away from betting on football!"

"You guys should be having the World Cup, right?"

"I want to know now how many people have lost their money?"

"Don't hold on to the idea of ​​finding a young model if you win the club, and becoming a young model if you lose the club, you will think you are ugly!"

"Yesterday, a spectator told me the results of several games, Argentina tied, Germany lost, Brazil tied..."

"Is the wind on the rooftop cool?"

"Please give it to the German fans, and the fans who bet on Brazil are coming. Also, scan the Argentina fans below, stack it too high!"

“Isn’t such a lesson profound enough?”

"It's okay to have a small fight, it's entertainment, but if you really bet on life, you will definitely die!"

"I am timid and will never go to bet on football. I will never touch you anyway. With you here, I have countless ways to get rich. Then I can live streaming to raise young models for you!"

"I think you should understand what I mean and try not to bet on football, because you have a big bet and you don't even have the chance to turn over!"

"So, instead of betting on football, it's better to watch my live broadcast, the pleasure is the same!"
Chapter completed!
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