Buffon was angry. He slammed his gloves on the ground and said harsh words.

"You're not allowed to play free kicks with me anymore. I won't play with you anymore! I'm going to torture you and torture Saint Cassie! I'm going crazy, you little pervert——￥＠..." he said to himself

Talking to himself, he took off his pants.

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The result of the game has come out a long time ago. Four of the eight shots were scored. Who can be unmoved by such a terrifying free kick scoring rate? He is really a genius!

Buffon had already taken the lead and started running around the training ground. Vucinic and Matri paid the price for their own retreat.

Just like that, a group of figures running in circles wearing underpants suddenly appeared on the training ground.

Pirlo and Conte burst out laughing.

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Poor Jiji, poor them.

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Piero thought silently in his mind.

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Fortunately, today is a closed training, otherwise.

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Chapter completed!