The Greatest of all Time

Chapter 617  End-of-Season Dinner Party

***VOLUME 005: THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME***

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Saturday, June 2nd, 2018 n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Turin, Italy

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The sun was setting over Turin, painting the sky with a breathtaking shade of black. Anticipation was in the air as something big was about to happen at the J|Hotel, the luxurious five-star accommodation owned by Juventus, the revered Italian football team.

As the highly anticipated end-of-season Juventus team dinner drew near, the hotel entrance was abuzz with excitement and media attention. Fans anxiously awaited a glimpse of their favorite players while paparazzi held their cameras, constantly searching for the perfect shot.

Soon enough, the excitement became palpable as the star players of Juventus began arriving in style, each stepping out of their sleek Porsche vehicles and onto the red carpet with an air of boundless grace.

The roar of the ecstatic fans and the flash of cameras quickly filled the air as the players and technical staff slowly made their way into the luxurious J|Hotel, many of them arm in arm with their significant others. Of course, there were also a few lone wolves among the group - those single bastards who walked the red carpet alone, disappearing into the hotel with an air of mystery and intrigue.

The atmosphere was electric, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly, a sleek black Audi Q7 made its grand entrance, rolling up to the entrance with all the grace of a panther. As the car came to a stop, a tall and enigmatic figure emerged, sending a ripple of excitement through the crowd. The night just got a whole lot more fascinating!

"Zachary! Zachary, we love you..."

"Zachary! An autograph..."

"Zachary..."

The sound of many voices grew louder and louder until it reached its peak. A frenzied atmosphere engulfed the red carpet as the large crowd grew more frantic, eagerly anticipating a glimpse of Zachary, the young football sensation who had become a household name in Turin and Juventus over the last four years. At twenty-three years old, he had already taken the football world by storm, and his arrival was met with sheer enthusiasm.

As he made his way down the carpet, all eyes were on him, and the energy in the air was electric. The atmosphere was positively charged as fans clamored for his attention, their voices rising. Meanwhile, reporters jostled for position, eager to get past security and score an exclusive interview with the superstar.

As Zachary observed the hustle and bustle around him, he experienced a mixture of emotions. The memories of his team's back-to-back defeats in the Champions League finals came rushing back to him. It was a gut-wrenching experience to lose twice in a row, first to Barcelona in 2014-15 and then to Real Madrid in 2015-16. He could still feel the pain of those losses, and the thought of facing the fans had been unbearable.

But Zachary was not one to give up easily. He and his teammates had worked tirelessly to make things right and bring home European football glory for Juventus. And they did just that. Against all odds, they went all the way and defeated Real Madrid in the 2016-17 final to finally clinch the coveted Champions League title.

But they didn't stop there. In the recently concluded 2017-18 season, they showed their dominance again and eventually beat Liverpool in the finals to win a consecutive Champions League title. Zachary couldn't be prouder of his team's achievements, and the joy of finally winning the trophy twice was indescribable.

His face lit up with a wide grin as he reminisced about the unforgettable victories. With his head held high, he walked the red carpet, acknowledging the cheering crowd with a proud wave. Enthusiastic fans eagerly reached out for autographs and handshakes, which he happily obliged before disappearing behind the grand doors of the J|Hotel.

From the moment he crossed the venue threshold, he was transported to a world of sophistication and refinement. A courteous guide led him through the bustling entrance crowd, expertly navigating him to the dinner party.

As he entered the room, he was greeted by a vibrant atmosphere that filled him with anticipation. He was met with a chorus of warm and friendly voices from his Juventus teammates, coaches, and technical staff, all accompanied by their significant others. The soft strains of classical music filled the air, harmonizing with the lively chatter of the guests.

The waiters and waitresses, moving with effortless grace, weaved through the crowd, deftly serving wine and other refreshments, adding to the lively ambiance of the evening. It was evident that everyone was eagerly awaiting the start of the dinner, and the festive excitement was palpable, filling the room with an electric energy.

As Zachary settled into a seat and grabbed a refreshing non-alcoholic mojito from the server, an unmistakable voice caught his attention. "Zachary, you've finally made it!" Coach Max Allegri exclaimed, waving in his direction.

Zachary saw his coach approaching and greeted him with a smile. "Hey coach, it's good to see you," he said. "That black tuxedo looks really sharp on you."

Coach Allegri laughed. "Thanks, Zachary. You're looking pretty sharp yourself. Have you thought about wearing suits more often? You might catch the eye of someone special."

Zachary's face lit up with a grin as he approached the coach. The two engaged in some friendly chitchat, reminiscing about their recent season filled with numerous victories, including clinching the Italian Serie A and the Champions League again.

As the conversation continued, a few more teammates, including Buffon, Giorgio Chiellini, and Stephan Lichtsteiner, joined in, and their lighthearted banter soon turned into a lively affair filled with laughter and jokes. But the sudden appearance of Andrea Agnelli, the chairman of Juventus Club, brought an unexpected interruption to their lively banter.

Without wasting time, Coach Allegri quickly stood up, greeting the chairman with open arms. "Welcome, Chairman!" he exclaimed, setting the tone for the rest of the team.

Andrea Agnelli returned the warm gesture, congratulating the team on another successful football season. He greeted the coach and shook hands with the players, a smile never leaving his face.

"Coach, Zachary!" The chairman interrupted their conversation and asked to speak with them privately after making more small talk. "Could I have a word with you both, in private?" he said.

Coach Allegri glanced at his watch and nodded in agreement after exchanging a glance with Zachary. "Yeah, let's chat in one of the private booths outside," he said. "We should be quick. Or we'll miss the dinner party."

With a boisterous chuckle, the chairman motioned towards the exit and led the way out of the bustling dinner venue. As they strode through the dimly lit hallway, the cacophony of chatter and clinking of silverware gradually dissipated, and the air was filled with an expectant atmosphere. Soon enough, they arrived at a secluded private booth, and the mood shifted abruptly from lighthearted to solemn.