The Sports Healer Starting from Milan

Chapter 3 An Encounter with Moratti

With that thought in mind, Lin Mu left the professor's office and headed to the physical therapy department next door.

Seeing that the department head's door was open, Lin Mu knocked and went in. "Mr. Francesconi, my teacher asked me to come see you. It's about Inter Milan."

"Oh, it's Wood. I've heard about the Milan lab too. You don't need to worry about it too much."

The middle-aged man behind the desk adjusted his glasses. "To be honest, Maltseman's level of medical theory is not as good as that of the senior staff in the physical therapy department. You don't need to take it to heart."

Franceschini spoke very sincerely.

He then talked about how, as the head of the physical therapy department, he maintained good relationships with many top clubs.

From Juventus to Roma, and from Inter Milan to Lazio, he has his contact information for the medical teams of each club.

"Just as talkative as his memory..."

Lin Mu listened silently.

When Francesconi tells others these things, they always find various excuses to avoid him.

Only the original owner was a qualified listener.

I listened to it from beginning to end, even after listening to it many times, and I didn't run away.

"Wood, I've spoken to Franco Combe, Inter Milan's medical director. You'll be going there as a medical coordinator, and your main job will be collecting clinical biochemical data."

Franceschini only got to the point at the end, "By the way, it seems one of their team's physiotherapists resigned. If you have some free time, you could fill in. I still trust your physiotherapy skills. It's a pity you chose that old guy Roberto..."

The topic was steered off course again.

a long time.

Lin Mu left San Raffaele Hospital with Inter Milan's medical department's contact information.

Drive from northeast of Milan to northwest.

After we got off the highway.

Lin Mu saw an elderly man, dressed in a suit and tie, lying next to a bicycle by the roadside, as if something had happened to him.

Lin Mu inexplicably stepped on the foot brake and reversed.

"Do you need help?" he asked, rolling down the car window.

"Of course, thank you, young man." The old man said, raising his head. His gold-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, complementing his black suit.

He doesn't look like someone who rides a bicycle at all.

Lin Mu got out of the car and estimated that his small trunk probably couldn't fit the bicycle.

"Just put it in the back row."

Lin Mu opened the door and helped the other person put the bicycle on the back seat.

"I haven't asked your name yet. My name is Massimo Moratti." Moratti sat in the passenger seat, enjoying the coolness inside the car, and raised his eyebrows with amusement.

"Hello Mr. Moratti, Wood, or you can call me 'Lin,' either is fine. By the way, where are you going?"

Lin Mu smiled.

"Where are you going? I can't let you take a detour for me," Moratti retorted.

Lin Mu didn't refuse, "I'm going to the town of Gentiles, to the Pinettina training base."

Pinettina is Inter Milan's training ground, located between Milan and Como in Italy.

It was completed as early as 1962.

"Our destinations are exactly the same; it seems God brought us together." Moratti suddenly became interested. "What are you going there for? Perhaps I can be of help."

"I am a specialist physician at San Raffaele Hospital and a clinical researcher in the Department of Sports Medicine. Our hospital has a partnership with Inter Milan, and for the next six months..."

Even if Lin Mu was stupid, he knew that Moratti was someone of considerable status.

Although I don't know the specifics, he must be a high-ranking figure.

So I gave a brief explanation.

With their help, the work should go much more smoothly in the next few months.

"Really? I like kind-hearted young people. Receiving this, our team's recent injury situation, no, I should say the situation in recent years has been terrible."

Moratti sighed. "Javier has a strained right leg muscle. The league has only just started, and he'll be out for three months..."

Lin Mu then witnessed Moratti's talkativeness, which was no less than that of Francesconi.

But this time he listened very attentively.

Because Inter Milan's injury situation is closely related to him.

Captain Zanetti suffered a torn muscle in his right leg.

Mihajlovic's old knee injury has recurred.

Recoba, also known as the "Chinese boy" by many fans, is notoriously injury-prone; a healthy season is a luxury for him.

Grosso, Crespo, Materazzi, and others also had old injuries.

Compared to the cutting-edge Milan Labs, Inter Milan's medical system can only be described as... barely passable.

Otherwise, where did Inter Milan's nickname "superstar black hole" come from?

This is not only due to an unbalanced player lineup, but also because of insufficient player protection.

Otherwise, Ronaldo wouldn't have said in an interview after leaving Inter Milan: "The team's fitness coach, Alfano, and the team doctor's grueling training kept my teammates and me getting more and more injured. Alfano's cruciate ligament recovery was misjudged, which caused me to collapse in front of Couto right after my return against Lazio. It was practically murder!"

Former Inter Milan coach Alberto Zaccheroni led his team to a humiliating 1-5 defeat at home to Arsenal in the Champions League just a year and a half ago.

He was fired before he even finished one season.

"It's hard to imagine why a team always has six or seven key players lying in hospital beds?"

This is the question raised by Zaccheroni.

"Maybe I should really consider learning from Milan." Moratti stared blankly ahead at the building whose outline was now barely visible.

He said these things to Lin Mu.

It's not that he believes wood can help him solve the problem.

It's just that I've been holding in my frustration for too long and need to confide in someone.

"I will get them to cooperate with your work."

Moratti lost interest in the conversation, patted Lin Mu on the shoulder, got out of the car, and had the security guards carry out his bicycle.

Lin Mu learned from his conversation with the security guard that Moratti was the former president of Inter Milan.

As for why it's "former," it's because Inter Milan's performance last season was so poor that fans were protesting vehemently, so he resigned.

However, he remains Inter Milan's largest shareholder and de facto controller.

Lin Mu tried to open his phone to search, only to realize that it was 2005 and his Motorola phone couldn't search.

"Go report to the medical department first..."

Lin Mu planned to look up some more information about Inter Milan when he got home that evening.

......

"Mr. Moratti has already given instructions. I am the medical director, Franco Combi, and this is the first team doctor, Fabio Forloni, and the assistant attending physician, Alessandro Soldini."

Franco-Combe, with his thinning hair, looked more amiable than Malthurman, and he enthusiastically introduced the trees to the forest.

From team doctor to assistant attending physician.

Then there's Silvano Coty, the head of the rehabilitation department.

Physiotherapists Marco de la Casa, Sergio Viano, and others.

In other words, the trees have a good memory; someone else probably wouldn't even remember all their names.

"We also have some external experts, like your teacher Mr. Mochini, who we'll introduce you to when we have the chance."

Before Franco-Com could say anything more, a loud shout suddenly came from outside.

"There are people injured!"