On the high-speed train to Sassuolo, the Inter Milan players were in a very relaxed mood~
Berni even took off his headphones, pulled out his portable Bluetooth speaker, and started playing rock music.
peng——caca!——peng——caac!
"Hey! Pretty lady, dance with uncle!"
He even invited the blonde flight attendant to join in.
"7:0!"
"7:0!"
"Sassuolo and us, 7:0!"
Under Berni's lead, the Inter players shouted their slogans in unison.
Uncle Berni still felt it wasn't enough.
He pulled a large gold chain from his backpack and hung it around his neck, put on cool sunglasses, and swayed to the end of the train carriage clutching his radio.
As he passed by Icardi, his gold chain was yanked.
"Uncle Berni, why is your chain so light? Is it made of plastic? If you wear this chain swimming, will it float?"
The carriage erupted in laughter.
Berni pushed his sunglasses down his nose with his hand.
Two big, round blue eyes smiled mischievously at Icardi.
