Meu Tio é Inzaghi

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Chapter 1: My Uncle, the Head Coach

June 29, 2012.

Italy.

The city of Milan.

Medical Department, Vismara Sports Center.

“Doctor, how is my son’s condition?”

A middle-aged man of Eastern descent asked with a worried expression.

Casapa Marino, the chief medical officer of Vismara Sports Center in a white coat, frowned deeply. That look alone made the two middle-aged men present, as well as the young Eastern-faced boy, tense up.

“Dr. Casapa, I won’t keep growing taller, will I?” Li Mo’s voice trembled a little.

To be honest—

Born on May 30, 1995, Li Mo was now seventeen, already standing at 191 centimeters tall.

At his age, that height was certainly impressive.

But it wasn’t unheard of. After all, Mr. Zhao Riyue was nearly two meters tall at just fourteen.

Seventeen and 191 centimeters tall wasn’t enough to worry most parents.

But what if, just six months ago, he had been only 171 centimeters?

A twenty-centimeter growth spurt in half a year.

Any halfway attentive parent would be worried.

So now, Li Shengli, whose family hailed from Jiayingzhou, Guangdong Province in the Long Kingdom, was most anxious that Li Mo would keep growing—if diagnosed with gigantism, not only would Li Mo’s football career be over, but he might not even live past thirty.

You see—

Six months ago,

Li Mo was still the star of AC Milan’s youth academy at Vismara—quick, sharp on the break.

Most importantly, the head coach of the AC Milan youth team, Filippo Inzagh