Lu Yang smiled and said, "Don't say that, I'm just doing it for myself. Besides, if anyone should be thanked, it's us thanking you."
Morici nodded, "Yes, you deserve to start for the national team, your recent performance has been explosive!"
Candreva waved his hand, "Don't raise my expectations blindly, I'm already satisfied just making it as a substitute for the national team."
Though he said so, the desire in the depths of Candreva's eyes said it all.
An excellent player cannot accept sitting on the bench.
Some say it's possible when he realizes he's old.
But in fact, it's not realizing he's old, but realizing he's weakened.
"We'll talk after the game, don't refuse my jersey then," Candreva said to Lu Yang, "My son is your fan, damn it... Do you have any idea how good you are in the hearts of kids playing football in Italy?"
"I can't understand how he can support you in this match! I have to make him know, his dad is always his dad!"
