Lu Yin Silly Waist

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What are they doing? "

Li Wen and Dong Weiming stood in the reporter area of ​​the isolation fence, looking at the training scene in the stadium with a confused look.

Ibrahimovic held a huge yoga ball, Yi Lei hit it and was bounced back, happy.

Dong Weiming said with a smile: "This is called confrontation training, training waist strength and lower plate stability."

"They are effective when they bump into each other?"

"The effect is definitely there, but it is not too obvious. It is not even more than equipment, but now the Champions League and the league are playing fiercely, and Boas dare not increase the amount of training."

"Boas is the Portuguese coach?" Li Wen asked.

Dong Yuming nodded and said, "Yes!"

"I don't like him." Li Wen said uncomfortably.

Boas has a very bad attitude towards them, almost like an anti-thief, and they are not dealt with by them everywhere, for fear that they will find someone to interview.

And it ’s just an interview. Is there such a fuss?

Seeing Li Wen's expression, Dong Yuming smiled: "You don't have to complain about him either. This is common sense. Now Spurs are fighting on the two fronts, and by January they have to fight on the third line, and Tottenham's bench is not that thick, he is afraid What happens to the player, he is sensitive at this point. "

"This ..." Dong Yuming said, "You want to go in for shooting or interviewing in the future, don't tell Boas, just report to the team manager."

"Is Boas not the person in charge?"

"He is the head coach, but not the person in charge, the team manager will be in charge of the club."

"Oh! Thank you!"

"You're welcome!"

The two greeted for a while, Li Wen suddenly asked: "Does Xiaole have a girlfriend?"

Dong Yuming froze for a moment, and wondered: "You guys also gossip?"

Li Wen smiled awkwardly and waved his hand: "It's purely personal curiosity, it has nothing to do with the unit. You said that Xiaole, such an excellent boy, was seduced by a little fox in a foreign country.

Dong Yuming agreed too, only to see him clap his hands and said, "This sentence is reasonable."

"Xiao Le's mind is in the game, and it is blank paper on emotional issues. Someone fed him sugar and sweetness. This little guy ran away with others, so let's watch more ! "

Li Wen nodded in a serious way: "Yes, so, does he have a girlfriend?"

"No! No so far."

"Currently?"

"Who knows the future?" Dong Yuming showed a playful smile.

......

In the training ground, Yi Le and Ibrahimović are training in ball sense.

The two people separated each other by a distance of five meters, passing the football to each other, and running the circle as soon as the football landed.

Ibrahimovic thought he was good at playing, but looking at Yi Le in front of him, he used his head, shoulders, inner instep, and even more exaggerated, he sometimes knocked the ball back with his heel.

"Easy, how did you practice?" Ibrahimovic asked, looking puzzled.

Yi Le smiled and said: "I don't know, hey, just practice."

Finally, Yi Le pointed to his brain and shyly said: "I'm a little stupid, I don't know how to express it."

Ibrahimovic: "..."

The football is still going back and forth between the two, and Ibrahimovic continued: "Easy, I heard, do you want to return to Barcelona?"

Yile nodded slightly and said, "Yes!"

Ibrahimovic heard the words and advised; "This is not a good choice."

"Why?"

"Because Barcelona has Messi."

Yi Lemu understood: "So?"

"So you can never be that king!"

Yile wondered: "Why should I be king?"

Amount ...

Ibrahimović was choked, and the football fell to the ground when stunned.

Yi Le laughed and said: "Run circle!"

Ibrahimovic recovered and waved his hand with a wry smile: "Remember."

Afterwards, he had tossed the ball to Yi Le and the two continued to pass the football.

Ibrahimović continued to ask: "You don't want to be king? Become a good player?"

"This is two different things!" Yi Le tilted his head slightly and turned his football on his forehead. "I want to be a good player. I want to win. I want to win the championship. But is this related to Wang?" ? Football is a team sport, and individuals cannot beat the team. "

"My performance, they see in their eyes, as long as I perform well, they will give me praise and applause."

"We are chasing good clubs, and good clubs are chasing us. This should be a mutually reinforcing relationship. You can't give up good clubs because of personal honor. This is the end of the game."

After finishing, Yi Le pushed the ball back, Ibrahimovic gently kicked the ball and started to turn the ball, said; "But you are in Barcelona, ​​no matter how good the performance, Messi will cover up your Shine! "

Yi Le shrugged and smiled: "That means I am not good enough!"

"As long as I am good enough, no one can hide my light!"

"I feel like, those players who left Barcelona under the pretext of Messi are partly because they are not confident, they are all the same platform, why is it that they can't play? No one has reflected on this?

Ibrahimovic was stunned again. The football landed and rolled to his feet, and he didn't react.

A sentence made Ibrahimovic a little palpitated.

He began to reflect on a question, why did he leave Barcelona that year?

Is it really because of the adjustment of the club? Or ... deeply believes that he can't match Messi?

This is a product of self-protection consciousness. He has never dared to face this problem. Now he is pulled out by Yi Le and can't express the uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

Looking at Ibrahimovic's muddled look, Yi Le walked carefully and patted the other person's shoulder, saying: "Zlatan, are you okay?"

Ibrahimovic recovered, he looked bitter, and said: "Easy, I found you have a maddening ability!"

"Yeah .." Yi Le smiled and said; "I don't know, but the most critical question now is ..."

Yi Le pointed to the ball that fell to the ground and said; "You need to run two laps, this time you can't be dismissed."

Ibrahimović couldn't help crying: "I run!"

......

Ibrahimovic just walked, Higuain came over.

His face is not very good, and his expression is a little serious.

"Easy, I want to talk to you!"

Higuain's recent state is very poor, Boas did not give him much chance to play, which made him unwilling.

And as he entered the middle of the season, he became more and more anxious.

Ele and Higuain have not communicated for a long time.

Yile nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

Under Higuain's leadership, the two entered the locker room. Higuain stood at the door for a long time and looked at the signs that no one was coming in. Then he closed the door and spoke towards Yi Le.

"Easy, I need your help!"

Yi Leyi asked inexplicably; "Help? How can I help you?"

Higuain entangled: "I need you to talk to me ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Let the boss give me some time to play. In exchange, I will be your person in the future."

As a proud person, he said it already hurt his self-esteem.

But he couldn't help it.

Boas did not give the opportunity, he can only seek help from the side, surrender to one of the team gangsters, let him speak for himself, exert pressure.

Higuain carefully calculated that there are three forces in the Tottenham locker room.

An old-fashioned faction headed by Captain Lori.

The other is a young group headed by Yi Kali.

Finally, this force was naturally the backbone of Yi Le, Sun Xingmin, Dele. Ali, Kanter and others.

Of these three forces, Yi Le and others clearly occupy a large advantage. Even from a certain perspective, as long as Yi Le swings his arm, he can be the boss of the Tottenham locker room.

Therefore, Higuain came to Yile for help.

Hopes to rely on Yi Le's influence in Tottenham to help himself fight for more playing opportunities

It ’s just ... Higuain ’s unclear thing is that this ‘big guy’ in his eyes is a bit silly and sweet, and strictly speaking is Boas!

Even, he didn't know how Yi Le's simple brain circuit would solve this matter.

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(End of this chapter)