Throughout the afternoon, the Juventus players stayed at home and lay on their own beds to rest. Now Chen Long was living in a room by himself. He was originally used to living with Bekbon, but since he had to stay up late to write tactics
After the mission, Bekbang was sent away.
The football hooligans in front of the hotel gradually dispersed after the afternoon. They did not stay downstairs as Conte 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, they found that something new was happening again...it was getting lively downstairs again!
Fireworks were actually set off in the small square in front of the hotel, and then a large group of people suddenly appeared, singing and dancing there. It was so lively. Chen Long stood by the window and could see everything clearly.
It's over. I guessed it right. Fenerbahce's methods were so shameless. Given this situation, if the party doesn't last until two or three in the morning, then it really won't stop, right?
After the fireworks were set off, the singing started everywhere, and it was a noisy rock version that shook the walls of the hotel a little. For someone like Chen Long who likes to listen to rock music, he still found it interesting. Higuain next door, but he wanted to cry.
My father scolded my mother. Higuain, who likes quietness by nature, has long been in pain and wrapped his head with a pillow. He can't bear it anymore. This kind of noise is like a piece of music that is played on repeat. It doesn't stop at all. It goes over and over again.
It's all the same song. Not to mention enjoying it, even listening to it makes me sick.
But the hotel didn't seem to be doing anything, and it seemed as if the performance 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, right? It's a den of thieves. After hanging up the phone, Conti couldn't help but cursed, then picked up the phone and called the front desk again.
"Bring me twenty-five headsets. Speed, speed."
"Sir, I'm sorry, we are not responsible for shopping here." The voice was sweet, but the words were very irritating...
I thought, I don’t think so. When Conti heard the first sentence, he hung up the phone again, “You won’t buy it, right? I’ll just buy it online!”
Then he immediately turned on the computer, and the result was miserable again.
Damn it, you even cut off the Internet! That’s so cruel! Conte drooped his head without temper and gave up.
It's not just him, Conte. Except for Chen Long and a few people, everyone else is going crazy. Those who are as smart as Marchisio and carry a notebook with them will not be so miserable.
This kind of sound lasted from about eight o'clock in the evening to midnight in the morning, and then gradually disappeared. Maybe the police couldn't bear it anymore, and finally had to send out police force to evict them, but they still had to make a show.
It finally stopped, and the Juventus players were finally at peace. They lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Damn it, who is playing the drums! Oh wow, you are still singing that disgusting Peking Opera! Nani?! How can there be Peking Opera here! Less than half an hour after it stopped, something new came out!
Chen Long, who was originally sitting in front of the computer, analyzing the tactical arrangements of tomorrow's opponent, was stirred up again by the sudden sound of drums and Peking opera. He still felt like he hadn't slept yet.
Those like Higuain, Marchisio, Chiellini and others were about to collapse. They had just closed their eyes and had not slept for a while before they were woken up miserably again. With the sound of the drums, they
, those double eyelids also jumped up and down.
Is this a battlefield? Or is the enemy about to come over?! I was just taking a nap, what's the matter! Chiellini's fiery temper was completely exposed at this time. Barzagli, 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 to vibrate again, and Barzagli's mouth also started to tremble, and he couldn't help but scream.
"What did I say 'Ah' to you, and you're still vibrating?! Think of a way," Chiellini said angrily. There must have been some noise outside, and he, Barzagli, was also trembling.
..
"How about getting a few bottles of wine to calm your nerves?" Barzagli was told by Chiellini, his head was spinning fast, and he immediately thought of such a move.
When Chiellini heard the drink, his face darkened again, "You're looking for death. You have a match tomorrow. How dare you drink tonight? You don't want to play, do you? It's a bad idea."
"What can we do? We can't just stay up till dawn, right? Tomorrow we won't be like soft-legged shrimps." Barzagli surrendered like a deflated ball.
"I thought of it, let's secretly move to a hotel." Chiellini held his chin and suddenly laughed excitedly.
"Oh no, I thought it was some big plan. You try to go down there. I'm sure you'll be lying there for a few months tomorrow. Do you think they can think of such an idiotic idea?..." Barzagli struck.
"Okay... let's just keep lying down. Didn't you bring your laptop? Let's watch a movie." Apparently Chiellini himself thought this idea was idiotic.
"There's no Internet access, and there aren't many movies, but there are a few pornographic films..." Barzagli responded awkwardly with a troubled expression when he heard that Chiellini wanted to watch a movie.
"Hell, two grown men are watching porn movies in the room? Get out of here. Even if you don't disgust me, I will. If this matter spreads, we won't be able to clean it up..." Chiellini didn't expect it.
Barzagli's computer was so dirty, and he looked disappointed. While speaking, he subconsciously moved away from Barzagli. He didn't want to have some shameful sexual affair with Barzagli soon.
After a while, the drums sounded again, intermittently, and all the Juventus people in more than a dozen rooms were listening. Just as the eyelids drooped disobediently, the drums kept ringing.
Ring at the right time.
Conte finally had to knock on the door from room to room to gather all the players.
"Ahem, everyone, don't sleep tonight. Do whatever you have to do. Well, I'm talking about being in the room. You can play cards, watch porn, or chat. You can't go out drinking or masturbating.
Ji Qing... Go to bed tomorrow morning. We won't train tomorrow. We will train when we sleep. I scolded the neighbor next door. This is a devil's place. We can't play..."
Huh? Oh! Everyone was shocked when they heard the head coach’s instructions and agreed with them greatly.
Yes, this tactic is good, I like it. Marchisio was the first to agree, and others also followed suit.
