King's Landing Nottingham

Chapter 827 Look at my temper!

Chapter 0827 look at my temper!
This season has come to an end, media reporters don't speculate on such topics, and they are not magician David Copperfield, so where should the news come from?

It's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice!

In the entire Premier League, there are only the last two or three rounds left. There are very few dialogues between the strong and the strong, and most of them are pecking each other.

Do you expect others to buy newspapers for games that your own fans don't like to watch?What's so good about black and white!

It's nothing more than knowing who scored goals and who made mistakes. It's too boring. What we want to see is the cheerleaders dancing in the midfield!

Just watching the battle report, plus a couple of pictures, there is nothing better than going to the scene in person, watching the live recording and broadcasting!
Wei Xun and everyone at the Notts County Club naturally understand them very well. You must know that the reporters from the "Sun" and "News of the World" have almost translated what a certain coach said a year ago. .

"I really don't have anything to talk about, just let me go to the entertainment section, I beg you, editor-in-chief!"

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After a few days of rest, the Notts County club didn't train very hard in Manchester, and Wei Xun even launched two team building activities.

Except for some restrictions on eating, everything else is optional.

In order to completely relax the Notts County players, Klopp also spent a lot of money, alienating even going to nightclubs and bars, as long as he can come back early.

The Notts County club is now two games less, leading No.2 by four points. Even if they lose to Manchester United in this round and win all the remaining games, they can win the league championship.

There is no need to go head-to-head with the Red Devils.

However, the Notts County players were still gnashing their teeth during training, and they wanted to save face if they didn't make steamed buns to fight for their breath.

"Hey, hey, Robin, what are you doing so hard when you shoot? You can masturbate from a distance of less than one meter?"

"Danny, I know you Brazilians have good skills at your feet, but in such an important game, I ask you to be quiet and don't show off."

The Roaring Emperor seemed to have taken gunpowder today. Whether it was a few people representing the main force or the side wearing the yellow substitute vest, almost all of them were scolded by the Roaring Emperor Eric Tynhager!

Maybe it was not enough to scold once, so the Roaring Emperor sat on the sidelines and took a sip of water, then regrouped randomly.

"Hey, do you think I'm willing to scold you? It's not that Jurgen and the others have all gone to a small meeting, you monkey-possessed guys, if no one is watching you, you will definitely not be able to! You will surely be turned upside down!"

Thinking of this, Erik Tynhag glanced at the players running on the court again. Poor Franck Ribery made another mistake!
"Hey! Look at my short temper!"

Roaring Emperor didn't bother to unscrew the lid of the cup, cleared his throat, put his hands on his hips, and immediately sprayed:
"Frank, I haven't eaten. Can such a weak pass pass Ferdinand? Can it make Benjamin Foster a buttery hand? How can your teammates get a chance to shoot?"

Eric Tynhag came up and asked three times, leaving Brother Scar speechless, and his mouth was mumbled, not knowing what to say.

"You're still curling your lips, ah, Frank! Come down, and take a good look at how I made a cross from the left!"

Roaring Emperor took off his long-sleeved trousers and came to the position of left winger. In his career, he had never played as a winger, but the crosses he made in the past few minutes were decent.

However, there are also Notts County players who speculate that this is the cup of goji berries that coach Eric Tynehag drank just now, which secretly played a role.

Otherwise, just coach that figure, sprint back and forth, and you will be so tired that you will spit water.

"alright……"

Sitting on the sidelines at the moment, Rivaldo, the boss of the Brazilian gang, was not idle either. He patted Franck Ribery on the back and patiently explained to his little brother.

"Don't be so grandiose, Frank. Coach Eric is also doing it for your own good. The cross is relying on that kind of cleverness, strength alone is not enough..."

Franck Ribery is now blinded by his petty temper. Whether it is an inside cut or a cross, even if it is a short pass face to face, the Frenchman has to work hard.

No, it's actually ruthless!
Is there such a big grudge?

Have!
How not!

The night we lost to Manchester United, my good friend Lichtsteiner didn't even eat!
You didn't see it when you were so hungry, how uncomfortable it was, you were so skinny, skinny, skinny!

The Frenchman has no place to express his grievances. You think he can not be angry. The ball under his feet is the best tool for him to release his grievances.

Anyway, he is not Hulk, and the football used by the Notts County Club is not filled with nitrogen, so there is no need to worry about the ball being kicked.

"It's not a skill to mess with your own teammates. Why don't you customize short sleeves for the game the day after tomorrow? If you really can't, buy a white one. What are your words?"

At this time, it reflects the experience and wisdom of Brazilian veteran Rivaldo.

After all, Franck Ribery has a rebellious mentality now. No matter what you say or scold him, he will be stubborn with you. You can only smooth him down if you stroke his hair down.

Seeing Brother Scar's pensive look, Rivaldo knew that he was done.

Franck Ribery's posture just now, if the Roaring Emperor scolded him a little harder, the French might get mad.
Franck Ribery really went shopping after training, Robben and Van Persie also went, their goal is [-] white T-shirts.

If it is at the base of the Notts County Club, this kind of thing is much more convenient, just ask the uniform team to print it for yourself.

A group of people got the props back and wasted nearly two hours just thinking about what to write on them.

"Fuck, don't think about it, it's really crazy! Let's just write it like this, Stefan, we love you!"

These few words are simple and clear, but they are poisonous, and they are a little prone to goosebumps.

Arjen Robben and Robin van Persie have already felt uncomfortable, but they have agreed in advance, Ribery can do whatever he wants.

Hey!

Seeing that no one objected to his suggestion, Franck Ribery grinned happily.

However, there is something wrong with the marker pen he bought. After writing, the whole clothes are soaked through, and there is an unpleasant smell...

Now it's too late to think about buying it again, so I can only dry the clothes, and when wearing them, put an extra vest inside.

There shouldn't be any major problems with the quality, even if the black ink and sweat are mixed together, it will be uncomfortable if it sticks to the body.

Tomorrow, tomorrow!
Frank Ribery just disliked the slow drying of this little vest, so he insisted on calling on everyone to bring the hair dryer and blow it on these things together.

Although there is still a day and a whole night, Ribery really can't wait, the vengeful, daring, loving and hating Brother Scar!

………………Dividing line………………

(End of this chapter)