football temps

Throughout the afternoon, the Juventus players stayed at home, resting in their respective beds. Now Chenlong already lives in a room alone. After the mission, Beckbon was sent away.

The football hooligans at the entrance of the hotel gradually dispersed after the afternoon, and did not stay downstairs as Conti and Chen Long worried, but even so, no one dared to sneak out to play.

After dinner, just when everyone thought that the tense atmosphere would pass away, they found that something new happened again... The downstairs became lively again!

Fireworks were set off in the small square in front of the hotel, and then suddenly a large group of people appeared, singing and dancing there.

It's over, I really guessed it right, Fenerbahce's methods are too shameless, according to this battle, if the party does not last until two or three o'clock in the morning, then it really is not enough?

After the fireworks were set off, the singing sounded everywhere. It was still the noisy rock version, which made the walls of the hotel tremble a little. For someone like Chen Long who likes to listen to rock, he found it interesting. Higuain, who is next door, wants to cry Father is scolding mother, Higuain, who likes to be quiet by nature, has long covered his head with a pillow in pain, and can't bear it anymore.This kind of noisy sound is like a piece of music that is played repeatedly. It never stops. It is the same song over and over again. Don't talk about enjoying it, even listening to it makes you sick.

But the hotel didn’t seem to take any action. It seemed that the performance over there had nothing to do with them. Conte had already called downstairs to complain, but the answer he got was that it was a normal thing...

It seems that the hotel has also been bought, what? It's in a den of thieves. After hanging up the phone, Conte couldn't help cursing, then grabbed the phone and called the front desk again.

"Buy me 25 headsets and bring them up. Speed, speed."

"Sir, I'm sorry, we are not responsible for going out shopping here." The voice is very sweet, but these words are very annoying...

I wipe it, I don’t want to play with it like this, Conte hung up the phone again after hearing the first sentence, “I won’t buy it for you, I’ll just buy it online!”

Then he immediately turned on the computer, only to be sadly reminded again.

Damn you, even the internet has been cut off!Hard enough!Conte drooped his head in a temperless manner, as if he had given up.

It's not just him, Conte, except for Chen Long and a few others, everyone else is going crazy, as smart as Marchisio, with a notebook with him, it's not so miserable.

This kind of sound lasted from [-] o'clock in the evening to [-]:[-] in the morning, and then gradually disappeared. Maybe the police couldn't stand it anymore, so they had to dispatch the police force to expel it.

It finally subsided, and the Juventus players were considered clean, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

.......

Boom boom boom boom!Boom boom boom boom!Boom boom boom boom boom!

I rub it, who is playing the drums!Woohoo, still singing that disgusting Beijing opera!Nani? !How can there be Peking Opera here!Just less than half an hour after it stopped, there was another new thing out!

Originally sitting in front of the computer, Chenlong was analyzing tomorrow's opponent's tactical arrangements, but was turned upside down again by the sudden sound of drums and Beijing opera.He still didn't feel like sleeping.

Those Higuain, Marchisio, Chiellini and others were about to collapse. They had just closed their eyes, and after not sleeping for a while, they were woken up so miserably. , and those eyelids also twitched.

Is this the battlefield?Or is the enemy coming to kill? !I wiped it, just slept, as for it!Chiellini's fiery temper was completely exposed at this time.Barzali, who was in the same room, also looked tired, "I want to die too, I can't sleep, ah~~ah~ah~" Just as he was talking, the drum beat started again, and Barzali's mouth trembled as well. , I couldn't help but screamed.

"I said you 'ahhh', you are still resonating?! Think of a way," Chiellini said angrily, there must have been a sound outside, and he, Barzagli, followed suit. ..

"Why don't you get a few bottles of wine to calm your nerves?" Barzagli's head turned quickly when Chiellini said this, and he immediately thought of such a move.

When Chiellini heard the wine, his face darkened again, "You're looking for death, you have a game tomorrow, and you dare to drink tonight? You don't want to play anymore, right? You've come up with bad ideas."

"Then what should we do, we can't just stay up until dawn, right? Tomorrow will be like a soft-legged shrimp." Barzali surrendered like a deflated ball.

"I thought about it, let's secretly change to another hotel." Chiellini held his chin and suddenly laughed excitedly.

"Shit, I thought it was some kind of bullshit plan. You try to go down, and you are guaranteed to lie down for a few months tomorrow. Do you think such an idiotic idea, they can't think of it?..." Barzali hit.

"Okay...then continue to lie down, didn't you bring your notebook, let's watch a movie." Apparently Chiellini himself thought this idea was idiotic.

"I can't access the Internet, and I don't have any movies, but there are a few raw movies..." Barzagli replied with a embarrassed expression when he heard that Chiellini wanted to watch a movie.

"Damn it, two big men are watching porn in the room? Fuck you. You're not disgusting, I'm disgusting. If this matter gets out, we can't clean it up..." Chiellini didn't think Barzali's computer is so filthy, with a look of disappointment on his face, while speaking, he also subconsciously moved away from Barzali, he didn't want to have some shameful romantic affairs with Barzali in a while.

After a while, the thump, thump, thud, drum sounded again, intermittently, and there were Juventus people in more than a dozen rooms. It sounded at the right time.

Conte ended up having to knock on the door from room to room and get all the players together.

"Cough cough, don't sleep tonight, everyone, what should you do? Well, I'm talking about playing cards, watching porn, and chatting in the room, except that you can't go out drinking or masturbate. Basic love... sleep again tomorrow morning, tomorrow we won't train, sleep is training, scolded the neighbor, this is a devil's place, we can't play..."

ah?Oh!Hearing the head coach's order, everyone was surprised and agreed.

Hmm, this tactic is good, I like it, Marchisio was the first to agree, and others followed suit.