Moratti got to his feet, dazed.
Just a moment ago, his bodyguards in the distance had almost rushed over.
He subconsciously moved his body and was amazed to find that the dull, aching pressure in his lower back, along with the sharp pain that felt like grinding gears whenever he turned, had suddenly vanished.
'Was it just because of that one press just now?'
'This is unbelievable!'
And then there was the bicycle.
Moratti always rode his bicycle to San Siro to watch matches, partly for sentimental reasons, but also because his private doctor had once told him he could get more exercise by cycling.
And Chen Yu had given him the exact same advice.
"You're incredible," Moratti said, looking at Chen Yu again with a serious expression.
Chen Yu gave a formulaic smile and called out to J Kidd for the next person.
Moratti walked away, suspicious. For the first time, he began to doubt his own fame.
'In the world of soccer, who doesn't know me?'
'Serie A, the Little World Cup!'
