Do whatever you want [football]

Randall didn't know that his staff and the flock were eating lemons together, just like a group of lemon essence possessed.

After he got sick, he could only do nothing because he was under control.All I can do is flip through the system panel and think about how to pass the time.

If it was before, he would choose to watch a movie, but for him now, this may not be the most suitable.

Watching movies was his daily pastime before he crossed over, and he could watch them over and over again tirelessly.

After crossing, Randall seemed to have a sudden fear of them, and he didn't even have the courage to watch movies.Because he always keeps thinking at such times that he does not belong to this world, it turns out that this world can turn around leisurely without anyone.

A movie about him, or about a deadly rival, or about an actor he admires, may not have come out in this time and space; perhaps it has not been filmed, or the actor has been replaced by someone else.

Randall doesn't like the "you're not of this world" signal.

So he gradually deviated from his old profession, and his desire to control the camera was gradually satisfied by him in other ways. He was more inclined to use it to record his life, such as——

Wait, he knows what he can do!

"Cut our documentary? Why did he cut it himself? Isn't there an editor?" Xiaoge was a little puzzled.

Next to him was Macy who was eating Randall's special ice cream. Macy said: "Maybe the boss has an itchy hand. He likes movies."

Messi was happy eating the specially approved ice cream, and he didn't eat fast. Yes, he deliberately slowed down. This is a reward that only he can enjoy in the entire first team-even though this is a cup of 105g ice cream, it has not yet been eaten. Delicious food made by his boss himself.

But Messi cherishes it.

This is 5g of ice cream he bought with 105 pounds of meat!Could this be regular ice cream?

Messi is full of sadness, melancholy, touch and desire to show off like an old harvest farmer.

He succeeded.

Hazard next door is very greedy!I'm going to cry!

"Leo, can you eat faster?"

Victor himself sat down with a cup of ice cream he didn't know where to find, and then he saw everyone's angry eyes on him.

The most beautiful sheep said without fear: "I just passed 100% success rate, and the Jazz rewarded me."

This jazz obviously can't be a certain red-nosed old man who makes the whole team feel like a lemon, but the old Robson they feel sorry for.

Since it was approved by the old Robson, everyone has nothing to say.

Cross is still playing with the football in his hand, he is not usually so dishonest, his blue eyes are staring at Victor, he doesn't care about the ice cream, what he cares about is the success rate of the pass.

They just played a 105-minute intra-team match, yes, 15 minutes longer than the regular time.

According to Randall's instructions, they must defend well-maybe this is different from the predictions of the media and commentators. Their coach is extremely pragmatic this time. In such an important game, they will play "pragmatically" .

Of course, with Newcastle's admiration for offense in their bones, the so-called pragmatism is nothing more than doing their best to defend.

Their bonuses for clean sheets this season are surprisingly high!

Keylor Navas has exclusive bonuses, and the defense should have bonuses, which is what it should be, but giving the striker a bonus without conceding a goal, just in Newcastle, shows that Randall's previous guarantee with Nesta was not Perfunctory Italian defender!

Victor noticed Cross' gaze, he stared at Cross, and Cross walked around behind him, leaning into his ear as if he was close to his brother Phoenix's ear, and bewitched: "Would you like to join Germany, I think it's better England have a future."

Victor was unmoved.

If you want to describe the emotion in the pair of rich and magnificent eyes in one word, it would probably be boring.

German bad joke, no fun.

Cross smiled instead, stretched out his hand and rubbed his golden hair, and somehow conjured a spoon out of nowhere, and dug a big spoonful of Victor's ice cream.

He also couldn't explain why he liked Victor the most among the three little ghosts. Later Ozil told him, "It's because Victor is very similar to you, and your brain thinking circuits are always in the same line."

After thinking about it, he thought what Ozil said made sense, so he didn't care why he always loved Victor so much, and he got used to teasing him like teasing his younger brother, although most of them ended up like this.

Owen looked at the two people with the same golden hair and the same blue eyes. Although the two people were different from appearance to pupil color details, they still felt vigilant.

He is still very happy with Victor's recent efforts - this kid is practicing passing.

No one knows how the England national team will play under Randall's coaching.So in the training of Victor, everyone came up with some bad ideas, let him practice passing the ball without any problems.Anyway, whether to play 442 or not, it is always right to fly with both wings. Victor can fly, and the ball can pass to himself or Rooney's feet, and the task is perfectly completed.

So Owen glared at Cross unceremoniously.

Boy, I hear you!

Ballack was sitting next to Ozil and was talking to him. When he saw Owen's eyes, he didn't care why the guy was staring at Hiroshi, so he just stared back.

Owen: ...

Forget it, what does he care about with this bear?

When Owen came back to his senses, he heard everyone discussing what details Randall was editing. Everyone hoped that their highlight moments would be remembered.

Owen thought about his highlight moment, and immediately became possessed by a peacock!

What a lemon!What kind of lemon essence!He is the top scorer in the Champions League, leading the way!

Besides Randall, who can surpass him in the limelight?

Owen was so confident at this time, he never expected to be speechless after watching the documentary①.

Later, when he made his own documentary before retiring, he even complained about this to director Randall!

Everyone was discussing and thinking about Randall. After all, the coach has been locked in a dark room for two days. Their pre-match press conference will be held tonight, and tomorrow night is the game time.

If the quarantine measures are continued for the coach, they will only be able to see the coach until tomorrow evening...

The lambs are worried about Randall, but Randall is obsessed with editing. What kind of pre-match press conference will be held, 囧!

So Randall was able to meet everyone before departure the next afternoon, but he still wore a mask with a golden red panda printed on it.

This little panda is at the position of Randall's dimple on the left side, and it seems to be looking sideways at the position of Randall's dimple. No matter how you look at it, it is cute. There are a few players who are going to be unlucky for themselves... Bah, bah, bah, bah !The competition is too fierce this season, you must not catch a cold!Not even with Randall's same style!

Randall ate, drank, and slept for two days. The system panel shows that his current state is 95, and his physical fitness is 90. He is not in perfect condition, but it does not affect Randall's cup of coffee or a can of Red Bull for supplementation. Click the buff.

Of course, players must be behind their backs. There are always some players in football who have eccentricities. For example, the Red Bull Madman knows several of them. This kind of atmosphere cannot be opened.

Seeing his lambs, especially his sons, wanting to hug him, but not daring to go forward, Randall took the initiative to apply to the team doctor, put away the mask before opening his hands after lifting the ban, " Does anyone want to give me a big hug? I miss you so much these two days!"

Relying on his speed, Owen was the first to throw him to the ground.

Randall felt that something was wrong when he rushed over, and he wanted to avoid it, but thought that he could hide from the first day of the new year but not the fifteenth day, so he lay flat on the grass obediently, and asked these guys to rehearse the mountain of people in advance to celebrate .

"How does it feel?" Alan Shearer helped him beat the grass clippings on his body before pulling him up.

Randall gave him a cold look, not wanting to pay attention to this gloating guy.

"How does it feel, man?" Shearer asked again, this time with worried eyes.

There is a huge danger in playing football with a cold. Even if Randall's symptoms are not serious, it is not worth the risk because of this game-although Shearer wants five crowns, like crazy!

Randall's dark eyes, which were cold and arrogant just a second ago, softened with the slightly raised corners of his eyes. He looked at the fans who had entered the field one after another, and then at the sprinkler that was about to sprinkle water, before turning his head and answering Shearer, "I am very happy excited."

Shearer, who was wearing a three-piece suit under the high temperature of 38° in Beijing, looked at Randall's eyes, and felt that his black eyes seemed to be ignited by the high temperature, which was extremely bright!

Shearer watched him lead the players into the locker room one after another. They had to get ready in the locker room. Some players would warm up in advance, such as Owen and Nesta.Some little guys will eat more bananas to replenish their sexual energy at this time, and some have to solve their physical problems-after all, before the competition, there are always one or two people who are too excited or too nervous.

After everyone had solved their problems, Randall clapped everyone's hands before everyone put on their gear and went to warm up.

The starting list has been sent to the media half an hour ago, but he still likes to read the list of starting players in the locker room himself.

"Keylor Navas, Ameobi, Nesta."

No one questioned these three lists. Navas has been so good recently that almost all the media and critics who questioned his ability shouted 666 while covering their cheeks.

Randall looked at Marcelo who had returned with Maicon a week ago, and then called out Capdevila's name.

Karp was ecstatic!He didn't search his phone ahead of time to see if he was a starter, he didn't want to, and now he heard his name!His hard work has been seen!

Marcelo couldn't hide his disappointment, but he saw Randall's eyes, which were tolerant, appreciative, and encouraging as always.

Marcelo scratched his head and smiled back.

He is arrogant, he didn't come back early like Messi, and he didn't control his weight well in advance. Although his body fat percentage has almost passed this week, the boss is obviously not satisfied...

As for Maicon, there is no doubt that he was selected.

"The midfielder is me, Kroos, and Modric." Randall made a very difficult choice, not Ballack, nor Hargreaves and Parker.

"The frontcourt is Owen, Torres, Messi."

Randall saw Bell's disappointment, and his eyes swept over the three boys he favored. The children all looked a little disappointed, and he understood the reason——

"This is the first game we bid farewell to the summer," Randall laughed after reading the list of substitutes behind, "This is the clarion call for the start of the new season, and it is the first threshold for us to compete for the five crowns. entire playing career."

Standing at the door, Randall saw the complicated eyes of everyone looking at him.

"I'm looking forward to this game and excited for it."

"I cherish these 90 minutes very much. I hope everyone will join me and play a good game with Manchester United."

This is what Ferguson wanted.

This is also something he can only dream of in the door but dare not do because of principles.

These 90 minutes were his indulgence.

"system--"

"I should thank you."

In this dream trip, he lost a lot, but also gained too much.