In fact, only after in-depth research can you understand the concept of black silk stockings, which are divided into many categories.

Not all black stockings are black silk.

This is a very general term.

For example, when it comes to ordinary black silk, in terms of transparency and thickness, Allen prefers 0D thickness, which is the kind of light black layer that is barely there and looks very hazy and feels great.

Above this, the 10D thickness is also okay, slightly darker, but starting from the 30D thickness, it becomes darker and darker.

All the way up to 80D thickness, it's like ordinary black cotton socks.

This feels a bit like playing black pearls, which is boring.

In addition to this ordinary black silk stockings, Allen also prefers black fishnet stockings. The addition of the two words "fishnet stockings" makes the feeling of this kind of black silk stockings completely different from ordinary black silk stockings.

In Europe, ordinary women don't wear black fishnet stockings. Only those skilled female Bodhisattvas who work hard every day will wear them.

This needs to be made clear.

However, the black fishnet stockings with beautiful style look really great when worn on the body and have a strong visual impact.

But it’s a different story for experienced drivers.

In addition to these two types of black stockings, Monica actually wore a pair of horse oil socks today!

This kind of horse oil socks is a kind of stockings that is finer than ordinary black silk. Its characteristic is that it looks brighter when worn on the body, just like horse oil, which is both shiny and silky, so it is called horse oil socks.

Monica is wearing this today, a pair of gray gradient horse oil socks with a thickness of about 15D. The color is just right, and it seems transparent but not see-through. The tight effect of the stockings perfectly brings out her model legs.

…

Monica leaned against the door frame, made a very charming gesture, glanced at the stunned Allen and said, "Master, can I film the survival in the wild?"

"Yes, I can!"

Take Monica's current outfit, with a short-sleeved blue Italian team uniform on the top and gradient horse oil socks underneath. This is suitable for survival anywhere, let alone in the wild!

Alan is now very anxious, making her unable to live or die.

"Then why did you go to Australia to find that Nicole Kidman instead of coming to see me?"

Monica continued to ask Alan with a smile.

She was really a little jealous, and she mustered up the courage to ask Alan today.

Monica had been paying attention to his survival show since it was first aired, although Allen didn't show up much in the film and only pretended to be interviewed once in the first episode.

But when she thought about how she had hit a wall repeatedly in Hollywood and had to go back to Italy to audition, while this old man went to Australia to have a beautiful woman in his arms, to travel, and to shoot a so-called documentary, which woman would not be jealous?

She is obviously a model. In terms of figure and looks, how can she not compare to Nicole Kidman?

Except for not being as white as her, Monica thinks she beats Nicole Kidman in all other aspects.

…

Don't underestimate Allen's influence now. Although the box office performance of the movies he made seems to be just average and not very popular, his video tapes are still selling.

Many of his people are rather introverted. Some of his fans don't like to go to the cinema to watch his movies. They prefer to wait until the movies are off the screen, buy a video tape, draw the curtains at home, turn down the TV volume, and then watch them by themselves.

The eight-episode pseudo-documentary, Wild Survival, was broadcast on TV, but its influence is no less than that of a big-budget movie.

Even because it is broadcast on TV, the scale and viewing angle have been specially optimized, which is very much in line with the tastes of certain old perverts.

This made Nicole Kidman, who is still a little-known actress, a little famous. Not to mention other things, as long as people hear her name, they can imagine Nicole walking through the jungle in tattered clothes.

With such a good opportunity, this master didn't look for me but someone else!

…

Alan took a deep breath. He could see that Monica had become bolder today. It was because he had been too gentle to her recently, causing her to forget her own tastes.

This woman actually dared to question herself.

How can this be possible? !

"Do you know what the technical style of our English team is?"

"ah?"

Monica, whose chin was pinched and gently lifted up by Allen, was a little confused by Allen's question and then shook her head.

Allen curled his lips slightly, lowered his head and whispered in Monica's ear: "Our English team focuses on physical confrontation. When two players fight for the ball, one of them is often knocked out or thrown away. It's very exciting."

"?"

Looking at Alan's gaze, Monica instinctively shuddered again.

"snort……"

Allen took Monica's hand and said meaningfully: "Come... I'll show you the traditional skills of our British football."

After saying that, Allen pulled hard with his hand, and with Monica's scream, he threw Monica onto the Simmons mattress.

Today's venue is quite good. There are so many Simmons mattresses made up of springs. If you don't try out their elasticity, it would be a shame to pay for today's room rate.

…

After a good night of playing the game in the hotel, Alan finally proved with practical actions that England's winning rate is slightly higher than that of Italy.

Didn’t you see that Monica couldn’t walk the next day?

Monica didn't have to drive herself this time. Allen's logistics team rented a few Fiats. They had to rush to Bari in Puglia in southern Italy as soon as possible to watch the third and fourth place match.

The game ended on the 4th, and the third and fourth place match will be on the 7th. Italy's game ended a day earlier, giving them one more day of rest than England. Coupled with the home advantage, the situation is still not optimistic.

In Italy, there is a very magical phenomenon. People living in the northern part of Italy often look down on people in the southern part. The further south you go, the more discriminated against you are. People in the north usually call them southern bumpkins.

Because it is close to Yugoslavia, the population distribution there is very mixed.

Monica's hometown is in Umbria, which is considered the central region of Italy. It is not too discriminated against, but it is also called the countryside.

All the way south, Alan spent most of his time sleeping. When he arrived in Bari, he found that the security there was a bit chaotic. Since it was a port city, Yugoslavia was on the other side of the sea.

As soon as the convoy arrived at the hotel, a few young girls dressed in very non-mainstream clothes and carrying colorful backpacks, looking at Allen and his group who were dressed in bright and fancy clothes, approached them.

The bodyguard silently tried to separate these troublesome little girls.

But they were extremely arrogant and deliberately bumped into the bodyguard. One of the smart-looking girls reached into the bodyguard's arms and tried to steal something.

But as she moved her hand, she touched something hard, which looked like a gun, and the little girl's face froze slightly.

She looked up at the bodyguard who was looking at her with a smile, and was about to apologize when a huge fist hit her in the eye.

…

"What's wrong?"

Alan, who was holding Monica, saw that there was a little chaos in front of him and the bodyguards had taken action. He subconsciously hugged Monica and hid to the other side.

"Sir... they are a few gypsy thieves. They probably think we are fat sheep."

Another bodyguard who understood the situation ignored the fight in front and instead approached Allen, straightened his body, protected Allen secretly, and then explained to Allen behind him in a low voice without turning his head.

"Oh? Go get some guys and break their arms and legs and throw them out!"

Alan narrowed his eyes and said coldly.

Although these gypsies look no different from ordinary Italians in appearance, most of them are unemployed vagrants whose main job is stealing, which is very disgusting.

You can say that these people are a gang or an organization, but even the Italians treat them as little bugs.

But Alan didn't tolerate them today. When he met them, he just let his bodyguards beat them up.

These little bugs are more afraid of the more brutal people they are facing. Alan is traveling in a low profile now. If he reveals his identity and comes here openly, these gypsies will be scared to death and they will not dare to steal his things.

…

"What's wrong?"

Monica leaned against Alan and glanced over there listlessly.

"Nothing, let's go in first, they're just a few thieves."

…

July 7, 1990.

Bari, Stadio San Nicola.

The capacity of this stadium is not small, with a capacity of nearly 60,000 people, but although the venue is large, there is not even a private room in the stadium.

But it's the last game, so Allen doesn't care and will just watch it.

This time, Alan was not dressed casually. He wore a thin suit very formally, with a rare medal on his chest, a light-colored soft top hat, and brought Monica to the England team's away locker room.

Seeing that Alan was still preparing to take her in, Monica let go of the hand that was holding Alan's arm and said with difficulty: "I won't go in. I'll wait for you here."

"Um!"

Alan thought about it and thought that Monica probably thought the players in the locker room were dressed casually and didn't want to go in. Alan didn't say much, but nodded to the two bodyguards, signaling them to keep an eye on Monica outside.

…

Bobby Robson put one hand in his pocket, looking at the tattered stickers on the locker in the dressing room. The tactics have been arranged. Today is the last game of this World Cup. There is nothing much to explain now. Let's leave the rest of the time to the players.

The conditions in the visiting team's locker room were limited. There were a few shirtless players still taking showers, and the morale of the others was generally low.

The ship was sunk by the Germans a few days ago, it would be a miracle if morale was still high.

“Boom boom boom.”

Although the Italian players were still warming up on the field outside and cheers were heard, the steady knocks on the door still caught Bobby Robson's attention.

He walked to the door and gently opened it. The person he saw made him stunned for a moment, and then he was startled again. He quickly bowed and saluted, and said in a loud voice: "Sir, why are you here? Please come in."

This nobleman sent by the royal family to supervise the battle was the most talkative and easy-to-deal-with nobleman Bobby Robson had ever met in the past few years of coaching the national team.

Lord Allen is not like other noble lords who like to show off their authority and give orders in front of him.

He is very, very extreme. Since this gentleman arrived in Italy, he has done nothing but call the team's secretary and leave a phone number where he can be contacted temporarily.

And then it disappeared!

Disappeared...

…

Not to mention demonstrating authority, even the person's shadow can't be found.

A few days ago, the England team achieved the best result in more than 20 years of history and reached the semi-finals!

The domestic media reported extensively and even started discussing how the team would arrange its travel route for the World Cup if it won the championship this year.

And what about this noble lord who was supervising the battle?

Still no one showed up, and I didn’t even get to watch the game!

It was not until the semi-final a few days ago that Bobby Robson saw a report in the next day's newspaper that this gentleman had brought a little star to watch the game.

As the head coach of the team, he could only learn about the information and itinerary of his team's supervisor and leader from Italian newspapers.

It's just fucking magical.

This man really practiced non-interference to the end. Bobby Robson was both happy and sad.

He felt a little flustered by this laissez-faire attitude.

Unexpectedly, this noble gentleman suddenly appeared in the locker room today. Did you suddenly remember the specific purpose of your visit to Italy?

It’s really not easy.

…

Allen walked into the locker room with a smile on his face, and took off his top hat with his left hand first. Amid the confused looks of the players, it was only after Bobby Robson next to him loudly reminded them that they stood up in a mess and performed all kinds of etiquette to Allen.

For common people, it is really very difficult to see a true traditional hereditary aristocrat at such a close distance.

To the extent that Allen's appearance made some players who were fearless and swearing on the court feel frightened. This is the most traditional class oppression, which makes them have no desire to resist.

…

"Don't be nervous. Today is the last game. I'm here to see you guys."

As Allen spoke, he nodded to the head coach next to him and said, "Bobby, you did a good job leading the team to the semi-finals."

"Your Excellency, you are too kind. This is my duty."

The young man could not appreciate the benefit of meeting this Excellency, but Bobby Robson was very clear and was cautious when speaking to Allen.

"It's a merit, it's a merit. I will ask for credit for you in my work report when I return. However, before that, I need you to write a work report and submit it to me, and then I will write a report as appropriate."

…

Although Bobby Robson was also a player, he has been a head coach for many years and he is very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. This gentleman’s words are...

Let yourself report your achievements?

This... this is too merciful!

Master Allen is so generous! He is indeed the face of the British aristocracy. Look at the way he does things.

Bobby Robson, who had just been complaining about Allen's disappearance, now felt that Sir Allen was the most wise manager. This gentleman did not disappear, but fully trusted his subordinates and gave them the greatest support!

"Okay, sir, I will start writing the work report tonight!"