Manchester City's chief assistant coach Domeneke Torent turned out of the locker room and walked into the passage, he saw colleague Mark Seltori and Chelsea physical coach Paul Bertelli squirting to each other's ancestors for 18 generations, filthy words

Unbearable.

Although the two did not do anything, the tall and strong Bertelli forced Seltori, who was a normal figure, to shrink back, and his aura was obviously even more arrogant. Although he didn't understand what was going on, he was with Seltori on weekdays.

My colleague who was having a good time had pizza together yesterday, and Torent quickly came up to help and scold.

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Guardiola and Arteta turned out of the locker room and walked into the passage, and saw four or five Chelsea people cursing around Torent and Sertori.

"A bad team is matched with a bad guy, Manchester City is just garbage, and people who can go to Manchester City are all a bunch of garbage."

"Breaking the Jiji Ball Manchester City..."

As Manchester City's current boss, especially his confidant, Guardiola was immediately furious and rushed up to join the group to scold without saying a word.

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Kong Erlangzi turned out of the locker room and walked into the passage. He saw Guardiola leading the Manchester City coaching staff, relying on his eloquence and his identity as the head coach, scolding several Chelsea people to retreat step by step.

"Chelsea, like a dog, beats every time..."

"Hmph!" Kong Erlangzi snorted coldly and said, "The well-known figure is bullying here, Guardiola, what kind of ethics do you have!"

"Oh my god, Kong Erlangzi, don't stand and talk without any pain. Your person just now looked like he wanted to eat people. How do you discipline him?"

"Mugu Bazi, don't you fucking here, don't see where this is."

"You scare me? Kong Erlangzi, I tell you, I came to this poor place earlier than you, and I will destroy it once and every time."

"You fart, kill one and let me see."

"You're just farting, you're farting..."

It turned out to be a confrontation between Lao Gua and Kong Erlangzi. Neither of the two guys was a good deal. One had an Italian style and the other had a playful Spanish style, but it was a similar swearing.

But after all, this is Chelsea's territory. Manchester City's away game is not as complete as home. Chelsea not only has the coaching staff, but also has a large number of staff. In addition, Conte, the leading brother, appears, the number of people has an absolute advantage.

Chelsea quickly developed an overwhelming advantage in abusive ways.

However, they are all older people, Gua and Leng are the youngest among them. The old fried dough sticks know the importance of the matter, so they just scolded them. No one took action, and there was no pushing them.

But there is no lack of ignorant people anywhere. Physical coach Bertelli was probably scolding him, and Kong Erlangzi was raising his courage. He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed Lao Gua's bald head and shoved him suddenly.

"You're crazy!"

Lao Gua was almost pushed out of the way, and her neck almost dislocated. This time she was too shameless. "Oh, I'll fuck, dare you do it, right?" She rolled up her sleeves and was about to pounce on her.

He actually has no courage. There are too many people on the other side, and Lao Gua is not a fighter. Have you ever seen anyone who is ruthless and dares to do something? When he comes to the scene, he rolls up his sleeves. It is a bluff.

He forced a few words, but fortunately, Borrel hugged him at the right time, otherwise Lao Gua would have been in a difficult position today.

Manchester City lost, Guardiola suffered a loss. Amid Kong Erlangzi's contemptuous sneer, the coach led the boy out of the passage in shame and sat in the coach's seat and sulked in a vain.

Before the game, the coaches and idle personnel will usually come out in advance. After that, the referee team will concentrate the starters of both sides in the channel and queue up to enter the field. The substitutes of both sides will stagger the time period of the channel when the crowded time is out and then walk out when they are free.

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Zhuo Yang is Manchester City's substitute today. When he walked out, he had finished picking the side and preparing to kick off the ball, so he didn't know what happened in the passage 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 the bench at Chelsea for almost a season. Especially after Conte completely discovered the talent of the centre-back of the French young centre-back Kurt Zuma, he is already 37 years old.

Terry never got up on the bench.

Zhuo Yang and Terry are not familiar with each other, but at this level they are now able to become familiar with each other, because their familiarity is a symbol of their strong identity in football.

The two of them first had a commercial hug, and then talked "Brother John" and "Brother John" in a kiss and walked out. They both called John, and John Terry was five years older than Young John Zhuo.

age.

After walking out of the passage, the game had already kicked off. The two of them still praised each other for a few more words, and then they parted ways with a smile and returned to the bench.

As soon as he arrived at his own territory, Zhuo Yang felt something was wrong. The coaches in the first row of the seats all had gloomy faces, just like someone owed them money. Guardiola's face was even red and angry

His eyes were filled with grievances.

Zhuo Yang put his face in front of Guardiola's nose and looked at it carefully for a while.

"Oh, brother, who made you so angry?"

"Go and go, sit behind you."

The benches at Stamford Bridge are divided into two rows in front and back. Generally, they are coaches in the front and substitutes in the back. Each row is equipped with independent seats of high-back leather soft chairs, which is very generous.

Zhuo Yang continued to smile and said, "Don't, brother, sue my brother to suck him."

Guardiola's mouth trembled, and his eyes were slightly hot. If he could be forty years younger, he would have to flatten his mouth and cry.

Laogua is 46 this year.

"Oh, is there really something wrong?" Zhuo Yang was serious. "What the hell is wrong?"

"Don't...don't ask, sit down." Guardiola sniffed hard and hissed.

Zhuo Yang raised his head and looked at the dejected assistants next to him, with inquiries in his eyes.

No one paid attention to him.

Zhuo Yang looked at Lao Gua again and looked at them again. "Who can tell me?"

Still no one spoke.

Zhuo Yang got a little angry. "It's all a dumb, talk!!"

Seeing that he got angry, Mark Seltori, the troublemaker, suddenly jumped up and complained in grief: "Pep just now, someone beat me... and got hit..."

"Shut up Mark!" Guardiola stopped talking.

Zhuo Yang looked at Guardiola who was wronged and then looked at Seltori who was full of expectations.

This is new. In the Stamford Bridge, Lao Gua was slapped by someone. Let’s not talk about whether it hurts to be beaten or not. How can he become the boss in the team in the future?

"Who did it?" he asked Sertori.

The troublemaker reached out and pointed to the Chelsea shed over there. "Their physical coach Bertelli, Paul Bertelli."

"Take me to recognize people." Zhuo Yang raised his legs and walked towards the Chelsea bench, and Seltori immediately followed behind his butt excitedly.
Chapter completed!