Chapter 671： Meat Grinder Christmas Tree

Manchester ushered in a rainy season in September.

It was still cloudy in the morning, and at noon, the sky was fluttering with a drizzle.

Ancelotti stood in the ceiling of the visiting team's coaching bench, looking at the thin line of rain, and the wet field, and involuntarily cursed in his heart, "This **** weather!"

As an Italian, he is really unsuitable for this climate in England.

make him uncomfortable

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