Chapter 3002

City chief assistant coach Domenech torrent turned out of the dressing room and walked into the tunnel when he saw co-worker mark sertory and Chelsea fitness coach Paul Bertelli spitting at each other to greet their ancestors.

Although they didn't start, Bertelli, who was tall and strong, pushed the ordinary figure sertori back and forth, and his momentum was obviously more arrogant. Although I don't know what's going on, I have a good relationship with sertori. Yesterday, I ate pizza with him. Torrent quickly came up to pull the side shelf to help scold him.

Guardiola and Arteta turn out of the dressing room and walk into the tunnel. They are seeing four or five Chelsea people yelling around torrent and sertori.

"Rotten team with rotten people, Manchester City is rubbish, people who can go to Manchester City are a group of rubbish."

"Big city..."

As the boss of Manchester City today, especially his confidants, Guardiola was furious and rushed to join the group.

Kong erlengzi turns out of the dressing room and walks into the corridor. He is just seeing Guardiola leading the Manchester City coaching staff. He is scolding a few Chelsea people to retreat by virtue of his eloquence and the identity of his head coach.

"A dog like Chelsea, once in a while..."

"Hum!" Kong erlengzi hummed coldly and said: "the dignified people are bullying people here. Guardiola, what's your attitude?"

"Oh, fuck me, Kong erlengzi, don't stand and talk without backache. Just now your people are going to eat people. How do you usually discipline them?"

"Melon baldness, you don't want to go wild here, and you don't want to see where it is."

"You scare me? Kong erlengzi, I'll tell you that I came here earlier than you in this poor place. I'll come here once and destroy it once. "

"You fart, you kill one and let me have a look."

"You fart. You fart..."

It's just a curse from Lao Gua and Kong erlengzi. Neither of them is a fuel-efficient lamp. One is insidious in Italian style, and the other is playful in Spanish style.

But after all, this is the territory of Chelsea. There are not so many people coming from Manchester City away from home. Not only are the coaching staff full, but also there are a large number of staff. With the appearance of conti, the leading brother, the number of people who have the absolute upper hand will soon form an overwhelming abusive advantage.

However, they are all old people. Melon and Leng are young among them. Old people know the importance of it, so they just scold it. No one does it. They don't even push.

But there will be no lack of sensible people anywhere. Physical fitness coach Bertelli may have scolded him, and Kong erlengzi was emboldened. He coldly stretched out his hand, pressed Lao Gua's bald head and suddenly pushed him.

"You're a hammer!"

Old melon was almost pushed out of the somersault, neck almost dislocated, this is too shameless. "Ouch, I dare to do it, don't I?" Roll your sleeves and you're going up.

In fact, he doesn't have much courage. There are too many people on the other side. Lao Gua doesn't know how to fight. Have you ever seen anyone who doesn't speak hard and dare to do it, and roll up his sleeve before him? Volume is bluff.

He forced me to say a few words. Fortunately, Borel, who is mature and prudent, hugged him in time. Otherwise, it would be hard for him to get down this stage today.

Manchester City scolded to lose, Guardiola suffered a loss, in the scornful sneer of Kong erlengzi, the shrunken Shuai led the shrunken crowd to escape the channel, sat in the coach's seat, very unpromising to sulk.

Before the game, the coach and miscellaneous personnel usually come out ahead of time, and then the referee team will gather both sides to start in the channel, and queue up to enter together. And the two sides of their respective replacement scoundrels, will stagger the channel crowded time, free to come out.

Zhuoyang is the substitute of Manchester City today. When he went out, he was ready to kick off, so he didn't know what happened in the tunnel six or seven minutes ago.

In the tunnel, Zhuoyang meets John Terry, who is also a substitute.

Zhuoyang is a fake substitute. Terry is real. He has been on the bench for almost a season. Especially after Conte thoroughly discovered the talent of French young centre back Kurt Zuma, the 37 year old Terry has never been up on the bench.

Zhuoyang and Terry are not familiar with each other, but when they reach their present state, they can get familiar with each other now, because the familiarity at this time is a symbol of each other's heavy identity in football.

First they had a commercial hug, and then they went out chatting with each other. John Terry is five years older than young John drow.

Walking out of the tunnel, the game had already started, and the two of them flattered each other. Then they parted ways with a smile and went back to the bench.

As soon as he came to his own site, Zhuo Yang felt something was wrong. The coaches in the first row of seats were all gloomy, just like who owed them money. Guardiola's face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with grievances.

Zhuoyang put his face up to Guardiola's nose and looked at it carefully for a while."Oh, brother, who made you so angry?"

"Go and sit in the back."

The bench at Stamford Bridge is divided into two rows, the front coach and the back bench. Each row is a high back leather soft chair with independent seats, which is very rich.

Zhuo Yang continued to smile: "no, brother, tell my brother to smoke him."

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

Old melon is 46 this year.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Zhuo Yang is serious. "What's the matter?"

"Don't Don't ask, just sit down and go Guardiola sniffed hard, "sizzle.".

Zhuo Yang raised his head to look at the next group of dejected assistants, with inquiry in his eyes.

No one paid attention to him.

Zhuo Yang looked at the old melons again, and then at them. "Who can tell me?"

Still no one's talking.

Zhuo Yang is a little angry. "They're all dumb. Talk!"

Seeing that he lost his temper, Marc seltory, the troublemaker, sprang up and complained bitterly: "PEP was beaten just now One ear... "

"Mark, shut up Guardiola stopped.

Zhuoyang looks at the grievance of Guardiola, and then looks forward to sertori.

It's a new thing. At Stamford Bridge, the old melon was slapped in the ear. First of all, how can he be the boss of the team in the future?

"Who did it?" He asked sertori.

The troublemaker pointed to the Chelsea shed over there. "Their fitness coach Bertelli, Paul Bertelli."

"Take me to recognize people." Zhuoyang raises his legs and walks towards the Chelsea bench, and sertori immediately follows him.

Guardiola and his assistants had no time to react and suddenly forgot to stop them.