Vol 4 Chapter 346: Melon bald and hole 2 froze

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When Manchester City’s chief assistant coach Domenek Torrent turned out of the locker room and walked into the aisle, he saw his colleague Mark Sertori and Chelsea’s physical coach Paul Bertelli spit and greet each other with their 18th generation ancestors, foul language Unbearable.
Although the two didn't do anything, Bertelli, who was tall and strong, forced Sertori, who had an ordinary figure, to shrink back and forth, and his momentum was obviously more arrogant. Although I don't understand what's going on, I'm a colleague who gets along well with Sertori on weekdays. I ate pizza together yesterday, so Torrent hurriedly came up and pulled the rack to help.
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Guardiola and Arteta turned out of the locker room and walked into the passage. They saw four or five Chelsea people yelling around Torrent and Sertori.
"Bad teams match bad guys. Manchester City is rubbish. People who can go to Manchester City are also rubbish."
"Poji dominates Manchester City..."
As the current boss of Manchester City, especially with his own henchmen, Guardiola was immediately furious and rushed to join the group scolding.
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Kong Er stunned out of the locker room and walked into the passage. He saw Guardiola leading the Manchester City coaching staff, relying on his wit and his own head coach, to curse several Chelsea people into defeat.
"Chelsea like a dog, see once and fight once..."
"Huh!" Kong Er snorted coldly and said, "There are people with a head and a face here to bully people, Guardiola, how proper are you!"
"Oh, me, Kong Er dumbfounded, don't stand up and talk because your back hurts. Just now, your person looked like eating people, how do you usually discipline?"
"Bald Melon, you're so out here and don't look at what this place is."
"Are you scaring Lao Tzu? Kong Er Leng Tzu, I tell you that Lao Tzu came earlier than you in this poor place, come and kill once."
"You fart, you kill one and let Lao Tzu see."
"You just fart, you fart..."
It directly became the scolding of Laogua and Kong Er Lengzi. The two second goods are not fuel-efficient lamps, one is Italian style and the other is Spanish style playful, but they are evenly scolded.
But after all, this is Chelsea’s territory. Manchester City does not have as many away guests as home. Not only does Chelsea’s coaching staff have a full staff, there are also a large number of staff. Coupled with the appearance of Conte, the leader, the number of people has the absolute upper hand. Chelsea soon developed an overwhelming abusive advantage.
However, they are all elderly people. Gua and Leng are young among them. Lao Jianghu and Lao Youtiao know the severity, so they are just cursing, and no one does it, not even pushing or shoving.
But there is no shortage of ignorant people everywhere. Physical coach Bertelli may be screaming, and Kong Er stunned courageously on the side. He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the old man's bald head and slammed it.
"You are crazy about a hammer!"
Old Gu was almost kicked out of his head, and his neck was almost dislocated. This was a shame. "Oh, me, dare to do it, don't you?" Rolling up his sleeves is about to jump up.
He didn't really have the courage, there were too many people on the other side, and the old man was not a person who would fight. Have you ever seen someone who doesn't speak so cruelly and really dared to roll up their sleeves? Volume is bluffing.
Forcibly bluffed a few words, but fortunately, the mature and prudent Borrell hugged him at the right time, otherwise Lao Gu would not be able to get down the stairs today.
Manchester City lost the scolding and Guardiola suffered. In Kong Er's contemptuous sneer, the deflated commander led the deflated crowd to escape out of the passage and sat in the coach's bench, sulking unpromisingly.
Before the game, the coaches and other personnel usually come out in advance. After that, the referee team will concentrate on the two sides in the channel to start and line up together. On the other hand, the substitutes of both sides will stagger the time period when the channel is crowded and come out when they are free.
Zhuo Yang was the substitute for Manchester City today. When he went out, he was ready to kick-off the pitch, so he didn't know what happened in the channel six or seven minutes ago.
In the passage, Zhuo Yang met John Terry who was also a substitute.
Zhuo Yang is a fake substitute, Terry is real, he has been sitting on Chelsea's bench for almost a season. Especially after Conte thoroughly discovered the talent of the young French central defender Kurt Zuma as a central defender, Terry, who is 37 years old, never got up on the bench.
Zhuo Yang and Terry are not familiar with each other, but when they are in their current state, they can know each other now, because the familiarity at this time is a symbol of each other's heavy status in football.
The two first gave a commercial hug, and then took a bite of ‘Brother John’ and ‘Brother John’, and walked out and chatted affectionately. Both are called John, and John Terry is five years older than Young John Cho.
Stepping out of the passage, the game has kicked off, and the two of them still praised each other, and then they parted ways with a smile and contentedly, and each returned to the bench.
As soon as he arrived at his home site, Zhuo Yang felt something was wrong. The coaches in the first row of seats were all gloomy, as if someone owed them money. Guardiola's face flushed even more, and his eyes were filled with grievances.
Zhuo Yang put his face in front of Guardiola's nose and looked at it carefully for a long while.
"Oh, brother, who is this mad at your old man?"
"Go, go, sit behind UU reading www.uukanshu.com."
The bench at Stamford Bridge is divided into front and back rows. Generally, the coach is in the front and the bench is in the back. Each row is a high-back leather upholstered chair with independent seating, very generous.
Zhuo Yang continued with a hippy smile: "Don't, brother, tell my brother to smoke him."
The corners of Guardiola's mouth trembled, and his eye circles were slightly hot. If he could be forty years younger, he would have to shed tears now.
Laogua is 46 this year.
"Oh, is something really wrong?" Zhuo Yang took it seriously. "What's the matter?"
"Don't... don't ask, you sit down and go." Guardiola sniffed hard, ‘sizzle--’.
Zhuo Yang raised his head to look at the group of dejected assistants next to him, with questions in his eyes.
No one cares about him.
Zhuo Yang looked at the old melons again, and then at them. "Who can tell me?"
Still no one speaks.
Zhuo Yang was a little angry. "It's all dumb, talk!!"
Seeing him lose his temper, the troublemaker Mark Sertori sprang up and complained in grief: "Pep was hit by someone just now..."
"Shut up Mark!" Guardiola said, stopping.
Zhuo Yang looked at the aggrieved Guardiola, and then at the expectant Sertori.
This is new. In the dignified Stamford Bridge, Lao Gu was slapped with big ears. Not to mention whether it hurts or not to be beaten. How can he be the boss of the team in the future?
"Who did it?" he asked Sertori.
The troublemaker reached out and pointed at the Chelsea shed over there. "Their physical coach Bertelli, Paul Bertelli."
"Take me to recognize someone." Zhuo Yang raised his leg and walked towards the Chelsea bench, and Sertori immediately followed his excitedly.
Guardiola and his assistants had no time to react, and suddenly forgot to stop them.