Chapter 308 No, you came just in time

Lennart Johansson spent a few hours on Lido Island in Venice.

The UEFA president rushed back to Nyon, Switzerland.

That evening, Lennart Johansson held a UEFA press conference for reporters in Nyon, Switzerland.

At the meeting, Lennart Johansson claimed that Abel Smith alone owned five top European league teams, which was completely false.

"Among the five football clubs, only the owner of Manchester United Football Club is Mr. Abel Smith!"

In a press conference, Lennart Johansson claimed:

"The owner of Atletico Madrid Football Club, his name is Ted Lerner, oh, he is an American real estate developer."

"The owner of Paris Saint-Germain Football Club, named Laura, is a woman. She will also be the first female owner of European football. A female owner, this symbolizes diversity and tolerance in Europe!"

"The new buyer of Hoffenheim Football Club is SELC. SELC is a company with pure German origin! It is even a German company that holds shares in F1 Holdings. If a German company buys a German football team, who will

How can you say no? As for the boss of SELC, don’t you know that its CEO is named Bernie? He’s British!”

"Finally, there is AC Milan Football Club. Its new owner is Anna Li, who is Asian and female. Ms. Li Fuzhen will be the second female owner of European football. This proves that European football is becoming more and more diverse.

, we have the most wonderful inclusiveness in the world and we can."

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The rhetoric of Lennart Johansson and UEFA has left football fans across Europe in doubt.

The publicly exposed equity information does prove that what Lennart Johansson said is true.

Team owners who are well aware of this situation are dissatisfied.

At this moment, UEFA has made its position clear, and the world's richest man and European media boss has taken a few steps back.

They could only hold their noses and admit it.

And not long after Lennart Johansson's press conference ended.

A famous rich man in the desert, Prince Walid is known as the Buffett of the Desert.

This rich man with a white cloth tied on his head openly announced his intention to buy a powerful European football team during an interview with the media at the Venice Film Festival.

Its purchase intention may be traditional European teams such as Arsenal, Marseille or Bayern Munich.

The attraction of ordinary fans has gradually shifted from the "Smith League" to the new super-rich owners who are constantly emerging in the European football world.

September 7th.

The fourth day of the Venice Film Festival.

The warm afternoon sun in southern Europe is so bright and warm that it makes people sleepy.

Venice Lido Island, 19th Street, Hotel Excelsior Venice.

This hotel was built in 1932, the same year as the Venice International Film Festival.

Perhaps for this reason, it has further stabilized its status as the official hotel designated by the Venice Film Festival.

Before the opening of the Venice International Film Festival every year, many movie stars, producers, directors, etc. gather here to attend the opening dinner.

This makes this hotel that embraces the Adriatic Sea and has a desert style shine.

As the designated hotel of the Venice Film Festival and the only five-star hotel on Lido Island, it hosts most of the stars who come to attend the film festival.

Just like today.

When Sophie Marceau got out of a Mercedes Benz and appeared at the door of the Excelsior Hotel.

I have become accustomed to the paparazzi swarming around the hotel entrance 24 hours a day.

There are too many international stars appearing here these days.

Even Hollywood has a lot of people coming, not to mention Sophie Marceau, who has gradually become a bit outdated.

But when you need to take pictures, you still have to take pictures. After all, this is the famous French Kiss.

Taking good-looking photos and selling them can also attract many LSPs to buy newspapers or magazines and increase sales.

Amidst the clicking sounds of filming, Sophie Marceau turned a blind eye and walked towards the hotel.

At the hotel door, someone introduced her into the elevator.

A few minutes later, the elevator dinged and the elevator doors opened to both sides.

Sophie Marceau, wearing a long black cape-style windbreaker with a large hood, and a pair of long legs wrapped in silver-gray shiny pants, appeared in front of several rock security bodyguards.

Wait until Sophie Marceau took off her big glasses, revealing her slightly brown hair and pretty face.

Several bodyguards arranged by Rock, who were still a little on guard, completely ignored the visitor.

Those who read newspapers read newspapers, and those who read magazines read magazines. It seems that the Miss French Kiss, who is famous in Europe, is a transparent person.

Sophie Marceau seems to be used to this group of men who are as indifferent as giant bears.

She took off her leather gloves, stepped on her high heels, and walked directly into the heavy wooden door of the luxury suite that was pushed open by the bodyguard.

"Damn, I knew it would be like this! Can you go to the bedroom?! Putain!"

Pass through the hallway and walk into the large and luxurious living room.

Looking at Lai Lai in Abel's arms and being held in his hands, Penelope Cruz, who had already forgotten everything, was "playing".

Sophie Marceau looked sarcastic and complained to Abel who smiled at her: "I seem to have come at a very bad time?"

"Ha~Sophie, come on, come on, I can't hold on any longer! No, you came just in time! Just waiting for you to come! Come on, save me!" Penelope Cruz shouted to French Kiss

Call for help.

Sophie Marceau bit her silver teeth, pursed her lips, and walked towards the two of them.

By the time the battle was over, it was already afternoon.

To be exact, it was already evening, because the huge floor-to-ceiling windows were opened in front of us.

The warm yellow sunlight of the setting sun has shone in, dyeing the bodies of the two European goddesses on Simmons the same color as gold.

Abel put on a nightgown and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. He could see a large number of temporary tents and structures on the edge of the beach in front of him.

That's where the Venice Film Festival is held every year.

There are tons of playhouses out there.

Movie lovers from all over Europe and even the world, as well as film practitioners who came to promote the movie, packed the place.

It’s not an exaggeration to say that there are huge crowds of people.

This situation will last until September 14th.

But Abel felt that he would not stay here until September 14th.

There are still four days left. I can only stay here for another four days before leaving.

Thinking of this, he raised his gaze and looked at the sea outside the beach.

It was as if in this way, he could see Manhattan, New York, on the other side across the Mediterranean Sea and the Atlantic Ocean.

"Sasha~"

A soft sound came from behind. Abel turned around and saw Sophie Marceau getting off Simmons, picking up a piece of clothing belonging to someone on the ground and putting it on.

Then she came to his side and stood together in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

She didn't know where she took out a lighter, and gracefully stretched out her hand towards Abel, her voice slightly screaming, hoarse after shouting:

"Do you have any cigarettes? A cigar will do, too."

Abel frowned, he didn't like smoking.

"I don't smoke, and I don't like women smoking."

"Hehehe" Sophie Marceau chuckled, "Mr. Smith, I am not your woman. I am just your after-dinner dessert at most. You have no control over me in this regard."

Abel knew that French Kiss's personality was not as pure and simple as her appearance.

Like most French women.

Sophie Marceau was also a so-called French woman who was born with a love of romance and the pursuit of freedom.

The most typical thing about this kind of French women is that they are more unrestrained than Americans in some aspects.

At any rate, the upper class and elites in the United States are suppressed by Protestant doctrines, and the more traditional they are, the more they pay attention to it.

France, as an old area of ​​the Revolutionary Revolution, is full of resistance to constraints from any aspect.

It is unrealistic to expect Sophie Marceau to be well-behaved and obedient when she can marry a 54-year-old man at the age of 18.

But she got divorced this year.

Currently in a window period.

Maybe it was for this reason that I was in Paris some time ago.

Under the instigation of Penelope Cruz and the special circumstances at that time.
To be continued...