[Football] The strongest man is already in the lineup

Don't think about it, this voice is so special, you know who it is as soon as you hear it!

"Wrong guess, guess wrong, guess wrong, Frank, you didn't guess right!" Dong Qiudi laughed loudly, "Why do you think it's me, it's not me!"

He jumped up and down in front of Lampard, and then Lampard felt another pair of hands belonging to the boy put on his shoulders, but at this time the hands in front of him still did not let go.Lampard can't help but wonder, who else in the Chelsea team would do such a funny thing except East's shaggy hair?Oh, yes, and the one with the brown hair!

"Ruiz?"

"It's wrong, that's not it!" Dong Qiudi said with a smile, winking and eyeing the reporters.

Many reporters burst out laughing when they saw the person standing helplessly behind the magic lamp and covering Lampard's face with his hand.

Who is the dead child looking for to play tricks on him again!

Who else is there besides Ruiz, who is afraid of chaos in the world!But it happened not yet, Lampard felt the hands in front of his eyes put down, and when he looked back, it was Mata.Dong Qiudi, with his lively and bright unkempt hair on his head, was grinning happily in front of him, even narrowing his eyes.

"Look, I said you didn't guess right."

The boy smiled and put it on Lampard's shoulder: "Frank, have you finished the interview, let's go in together!"

The blue army's deputy's eyes lit up, he is a good and considerate boy!In this way, the problem just now was confused.

But the reporters will not let them go so easily. Originally, Lampard was there, but now there are two more people coming to the door. Wouldn't it be a pity for such a good opportunity not to take them down?

But after some interruptions, the question just now was also brushed aside, and no one brought it up.Instead, the reporters asked Dong Qiudi about his last-minute goal.

"That was the arrangement given to us by the coach. After all, one person was missing at the time. The best defense is offense, isn't it?"

"...Huh? Haha, how do I know I can score? I don't know either. If there are more people intercepting me, I will pass it to Schurrle."

Dong Qiudi answered unambiguously, and if there was any difficulty in answering, he pushed over to let Lampard round the field, and with Mata interjecting from the side, it was easy to pass this test.

Not long after they left, Tottenham players were stopped. As the owners of White Hart Lane, losing a game here undoubtedly made them feel unacceptable-even if the opponent was Chelsea, but it was precisely because the opponent was Chelsea, An opponent they've been dying to beat.

Tottenham midfielder Holtby panted while wiping sweat: "Our goal is to get a place in the Champions League. It has never been about competing for the championship. The competition in the Premier League is very fierce. Tottenham have not yet shouted the idea of ​​​​chants for the championship. ...No no no, our goal is to qualify for the Champions League, and we believe that we have the strength. Although the game was lost, Tottenham are still on the right path. For us, playing a The most important thing is to have a better season than before..."

Holtby's words came from behind them, and Dong Qiudi raised his eyebrows.

"How's the taste of lore?"

"Not bad, hey, why do you all look so surprised! Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, no, East, you know, it's because I know you too well...I'm curious why you suddenly want to play forward."

"Guest appearance, the coach requested it." Dong Qiudi thought for a while, "Should I let Hazard and I play together in the future?"

This is hard to say.

A few people giggled and entered the locker room, changed into their usual casual clothes, and walked to the bus together.

Although Tottenham and Chelsea are both in London, they usually have to return to Chelsea before disbanding. Otherwise, what if they encounter crazy football hooligans after the game here?

The madman had already boarded the bus and was joking with the assistant coach.After winning the game, he seemed to be in a very good mood and always had a smile on his face.

The sixth part of the team's game will end today. This is the focus of the battle between Chelsea and Tottenham, and it is also the first.This round of matches will be decided tonight. Chelsea, which ended the match first, has temporarily moved up one place. Although it may slip down at some point, it feels good now.

Dong Qiudi looked around after touching the bus, and walked to Torres' side familiarly.Torres turned half of his body so that he could take the inner seat.

Jintong frowned slightly, and looked not in a good mood, but Dong Qiudi could understand his mood. He received a red card after seeing his condition improve, which was not conducive to consolidating his position in the team.

Moreover, that yellow card was, in fact, far-fetched - from Dong Qiudi's point of view.

"Fernando, have you been tricked by them?"

"What do you think, Esther?"

"I think so." Dong Qiudi said honestly, he didn't think Torres would deliberately push people at all.The ball wasn't even at his feet at the time, for no reason.

"He ran into it by himself, and I can't help it." Torres shook his head. At that time, the Tottenham defender bumped into him with his shoulders down, clearly hitting him on purpose.But the red card has already been received, and the referee deliberately made this judgment, and there is nothing he can do.

Dong Qiudi couldn't think of a reason, so he could only comfort him.

"Will be fine."

Torres will definitely not be able to play in the next game. An inexplicable yellow card led to a red card.Reminiscent of the one he got against Manchester United last season, I don't know how depressed Torres will be.

Dong Qiudi patted him on the shoulder, feeling that life is really fucked up.

"I haven't congratulated you yet." Torres rubbed his hair and smiled, his complexion improved a lot.

Dong Qiudi sighed, ah, for the sake of the other party's unfortunate red card, he should donate his own hair for him to rub.

After returning to the club and disbanding on the spot, Mourinho announced slowly that tomorrow is a holiday.

This is a surprise. Normally, after a game is won, it will only be played for half a day, but this time there is an extra half day—it means that the whole day of tomorrow can be arranged freely, which is beyond praise!

Immediately won the cheers of all players.

"Boss, you're so kind!" Ruiz whistled.

"The last time you were punished for running laps, why didn't you say that your husband is fine?"

"Where do I have it? I'm obviously very happy to accept it!" Ruiz became annoyed and scratched Dong Qiudi's face, "I was fined to run because of you talking to me last time, right? Um, Esther?"

"Flies don't bite eggs with cracks." Dong Qiu Di snorted.

"Oh, I see, you are a fly yourself, Esther!"

Dong Qiu Di was very distressed, how could he get himself involved in it by accident.

Terry waved at the two of them, and the captain smiled seriously, but it looked ambiguous: "We are going to the bar to relax, are you going?"

Ashley Cole pressed his hand back: "He's definitely not going."

Dong Qiudi shrugged: "I'm going out tomorrow, so I'll go home early today."

The chairman and A Ke went clubbing, but he didn't follow.Who knows where the last clubbing went. There are so many flesh and blood around the Premier League. It would be ridiculous if they were sold on a woman's belly.

"Looking for a girlfriend?" Ashley Cole whistled, "Esther, you don't seem to have a girlfriend?"

"Don't make trouble! I'm going to see a friend. He's only just come to London."

Some people who guessed quickly understood who he was looking for, and they were a little confused and puzzled.Dong Qiudi didn't explain to them!

Ozil was still asleep when he was awakened by the doorbell of "Ding Dong Ding Dong".

The ringing of the bell continued continuously, as if it would not stop until he was woken up, it kept ringing persistently.

It's so annoying... The German midfielder thought, whoever disturbs people's dreams early in the morning is unbearable, and if he finds out who it is, he must drag it out and beat him up.

Ozil turned over on the bed, the doorbell finally stopped, and he was finally quiet enough to continue sleeping.He hugged the pillow, adjusted his whole body, and subconsciously chose the most suitable posture for him.

But these are useless efforts.

Because the next second, his cell phone rang.

And that unique ringtone, that gloomy sound——Ozil got up from the bed in a jerk, wow, he drank too much after winning the game last night, and finally fell asleep until now.

The German midfielder picked up the phone in pain, wandering between receiving and not connecting.If you answer the phone, you will die immediately, if you don't answer the phone-death with reprieve, it's about the same.

Just when he was struggling, the ringtone stopped.

Ozil breathed a sigh of relief silently, and even his tensed back relaxed.

As a result, the next second, the phone vibrated again.

Ozil was at war with heaven and man, and finally answered the phone in extreme pain. There was no sound for a long time, not even the sound of breathing.

This......

Suddenly, there was a scream on the phone that could shatter one's eardrums. The sound tore through the sky almost didn't scare him out of a heart attack.Ozil shuddered and threw the phone on the ground.The brick crossed a parabola, and with a "snap", the screen went black.

The little daughter-in-law hesitated, and finally picked up the mobile phone on the ground. When the mobile phone vibrated and rang again, she took a deep breath and connected the phone with the determination to die.

"...Dayan, are you finally willing to answer my call?"

"...Dayan, are you a little more awake now?"

"...Dayan, have you gotten up from the bed yet?"

"Esther—"

The young man's voice was faint and faint, comparable to a Chinese ghost story: "Do you know how long I've been waiting for you at your door?"

The author has something to say: when Qiqi was originally planning to come to London, Qiuqiu went to pick him up, and then found him a house

As a result, I, an idiot, actually forgot Σ(っ°Д°;)っ

Feeling tired, not love

Even if the house Qiqi is looking for is near Stamford Bridge, it can't save my sad mood