In a simple locker room, someone was accusing a player sitting in front of him. The person being accused was a black and white mulatto with dreadlocks, with three-dimensional features and a slightly darker complexion.
Faced with the criticism from his teammates, he seemed nonchalant.
"Why didn't you pass the ball to me just now? I'm in a better position than you! You should have passed the ball to me so that we could equalize the score! And now the responsibility for our loss is all on you! Because you are selfish,
Don’t pass the ball to me!”
Ismael Kamara leaned against his wall, head held high, looking at the ceiling at a 45-degree angle, not looking squarely at the player who accused him.
"Why pass it to you? You can't score..." he curled his lips and said.
"What the hell did you say? Who said I can't score?!" The opponent's hand almost poked Kamara in the face.
Kamara finally glanced at Nicolas Farina, who was pointing at him: "Am I wrong, Farina? As the team's main center, you have only scored seven goals in a season, and you still have
Do you have the nerve to ask me to pass the ball to you? I’m not stupid, of course I’ll do it myself.”
"Then you didn't even get in!" Farina said angrily.
Kamala spread her hands: "Yeah, since none of us have entered, why should I pass it on to you? If I do it myself, wouldn't I make a profit if I enter?"
Farina was furious when he heard this, and he punched the angry Kamala.
After Kamala was punched in the face, he stood up and fought back.
The two men struggled together.
This alarmed the teammates who were watching the excitement in the locker room. Some of them tried to step forward and pull the two people away: "Stop fighting!" "Stop! We are all teammates, don't fight among ourselves..."
Some people were booing and yelling: "Pull his pigtails!" "Go around and around him! Don't hit him head-on!" "Farina taught that kid a lesson. I already dislike him!"
There were also people who wisely kept themselves safe and stayed far away, only poking their heads to look this way.
Some people also sneaked out of the locker room and ran to find the head coach...
The whole locker room was in chaos.
Until a middle-aged man with a big belly squeezed in from the outside, pulled away the people outside, and finally rushed to the two people who were fighting, one in each hand, trying to separate them: "Stop it!!"
At this moment, Farina swung a left hook at Kamara, who deftly ducked his neck and dodged. But Farina could no longer hold back his strength, and the punch hit Kamara hard.
On the face of the middle-aged man...
Bang!
The middle-aged man fell down on his back with a nosebleed.
There was an exclamation in the locker room: "Coach!!"
The two people who were fighting were also stunned. Kamara looked down at the head coach lying on the ground, and then said to Farina, who was in a daze: "Farina, you are dead. I tell you, you are like this."
This time he was really dead."
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The shabby locker room was no longer as noisy and chaotic as before, and now only Ismail Kamara and the middle-aged man with paper balls stuffed in his nostrils were left in the dimly lit room.
Kamala was still sitting in her seat, with one foot raised, her knees bent on the edge of the stool, her hands just resting on her knees, and the other hand playing with her dreadlocks.
Sitting in front of the locker in the locker room opposite him was a middle-aged man. His hair was a little messy and there were injuries on his face. He looked very embarrassed.
Seeing this, Kamala couldn't help laughing: "Coach, you look like this, I thought you were the one who fought with Farina just now..."
The middle-aged man, Kevin Pilot, the head coach of this team, heard Kamara say this and glared at him: "Why are you fighting with Farina?"
"He said I didn't pass the ball to him." Kamara shrugged. "Then he put all the responsibility for the team's loss on me."
"So you hit him?"
"He was the one who made the first move, and I was forced to fight back, coach."
Looking at Kamara's look, Pilot sighed: "Ismail, football is a collective sport. You should pass the ball to Farina."
"Even if he can't get in at all?" Kamala asked back.
Pilot nodded: "Yes, even if he can't score, you have to pass it to him, because he is your teammate. You have to learn to trust your teammates, even if their talents are far inferior to yours. It only depends on you.
There's no way to win the game."
"I will pass the ball to my teammates, but I won't pass it to Farina, because he is a waste in front of the goal." Kamara snorted. "I don't understand why a person like him can be the team's main center...
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"Because we in Flanders are a team in the third tier of the French league." Pilot said. "Ismael, you are indeed very talented. Logically speaking, a person with such talent as you should not play here.
. But I still want to say, if you always rely on your talent and arrogance, then no matter where you go, you will not end well... Just stop playing the remaining games of this season and calm down."
Kamala asked: "What about Farina? He was the one who struck first."
"Like you, he is suspended until the end of the season."
Kamala raised her hands: "I have no objection."
Seeing how indifferent he was to the punishment, Pilot shook his head and turned to leave.
Kamala was the only one left in the locker room. The sunlight came in from the small window above the locker room and was cut into beams of light by the iron railings.
Projected right at Kamala's feet.
He looked at the sunlight cut into long strips on the floor and twitched his lips.
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Leeds City director of football Nevin Ball received news that surprised him.
The scout he sent to France to follow Ismail Kamara told him there was no way he could make any scouting report.
Because Kamara was banned from the Flemish team!
The reason is unknown, but it seems that there may have been a fight with teammates in the locker room...
Nawen was shocked when he heard the news.
Fighting with teammates?!
What kind of weird thing did Matt Dawn find for Tony Clark?
Such a person can actually be ranked first on that list!
What did Clark see in him?
"Boss, what should we do now?" The scout's voice on the other end of the phone interrupted Naven's meditation.
He sighed: "Come back first, there is nothing to observe..."
After hanging up the phone, Nevin thought for a moment and still didn't call Clark, who had already led the team to play an away game in London.
Whether it is Matt Dawn or Tony Clark, both of them have proven their vision and ability with Hu Lai, so you might as well continue to trust them.
Anyway...even if this Kamara is proven to be a parallel import, the club won't lose much money.
Thinking of a player from the third tier of the French league, his worth is not expensive and his salary is not too high.
Nevin turned his attention to several other signing targets on the list.
Originally, he thought these people were weird enough, but now that Ismael Kamara was there to pave the way, he suddenly felt that those people were much more normal.
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In the thirty-seventh round of the league, the away game against London Mars was Leeds City's first game after successfully avoiding relegation.
Since relegation, the team's atmosphere has become very relaxed.
Even Clark gave the team a rare holiday and did not let the entire main lineup go to away games.
Most of them are substitute players and youth team players.
Hu Lai also did not start in this game.
Because all of them came on the bench, and the players' mentality was completely relaxed, Leeds City lost to London Mars 0:2 in the away game.
However, this no longer affects their relegation, even if their league ranking dropped from fourteenth to fifteenth after the last round of the league.
Hu Lai was not substituted until ten minutes left in the game.
No goals were scored.
It doesn’t matter, Chinese fans and media are still immersed in his hat trick in the last round of the league, just like a full meal can last three days. If Hu Lai didn’t score in this round of league, he didn’t score...
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This defeat did not affect the mood of the Leeds City players at all.
On the way back to Leeds from London, everyone was happily discussing the final match at home to the Hudders, in which they would welcome another player back.
Hudes forward Lorraine Peretz was transferred from Leeds City in the winter transfer window.
Oh, by the way, North London Wanderers, who are competing to qualify for the Champions League next season, were once again upset in this round of the league. They lost to Boscombe 0:1 away from home. There is still one round left in the league.
, only one point ahead of fifth-place Warship Port.