Football: Just joined Chelsea and was targeted by Real Madrid

Just when the reporter was about to ask questions, Mourinho got up and took Zhang Ming away.

"Back to your home stadium, are you confident that you can beat Dortmund again?"

Zhang Ming got up and followed Mourinho and left.The reporter also chased after Zhang Ming's back and shouted.

"I think going back to home is at least two goals away from them."

Zhang Ming left without looking back after speaking.

Only the stunned reporter and Royce, who was furious, were left behind.

"Everyone, hurry up and rest. We will fly back to London tomorrow afternoon. The boss is very satisfied with everyone's performance. The celebration banquet has been booked, and we are waiting for everyone to go back. This is Germany, don't cause trouble."

After Mourinho finished speaking, he returned to his room.

Hearing Mourinho's words, the players were overjoyed.The game is over, what's wrong with relaxing.Tomorrow there is no game, no training session, so idiots are staying in the hotel.

After a while, the players all ran away.Those who can get into Chelsea's first team are not short of money with an annual salary of several million.

Mourinho is aware of the behavior of the players.But so what if you know, most of the players are perverse and full of personality, so you can't control them too rigidly.Otherwise, how can this team lead?
How can Mourinho, who is like an old fox, not understand the principle of not being deaf, blind or being in charge of the family.If it weren't for fear of being recognized by others, Mourinho himself would want to go out and indulge, is it natural?

"Zhang, hurry up."

Balotelli urged Zhang Ming who was following him.

"Minibus, have you arranged it?"

Zhang Ming asked in disbelief.

"Don't worry, I don't dare to say anything else, but you go out and inquire about this kind of thing, when did I fall off the chain."

Balotelli said domineeringly.

Zhang Ming followed Balotelli into a taxi and rushed away.

Zhang Ming admires Balotelli from the bottom of his heart, no matter which city he goes to.As long as this kid hangs around for a long time, he can find out where he is playing.

It doesn't matter if you don't admire it.It's true that cats have cat lanes, and dogs have dog lanes.

Sitting in the taxi, Zhang Ming made up his mind that he would not need Balotelli to pay this time, after all, he is not so bad now.And Balotelli has been invited once in London.

What Zhang Ming didn't know was that when he was full of enthusiasm and anticipation, he was waiting for how to play.He's been watched.

"Brown, why are we staring at this Longguo boy. All their Chelsea players are out. Isn't it good for us to stare at their captain Terry?"

Behind the taxi Zhang Ming and Balotelli took, a Citroen car followed closely.Sitting in the co-pilot of the Citroen car is a woman named Alice, about 30 years old, a reporter for the French football weekly.

At this moment, Alice asked Brown, a colleague in the driver's seat who was concentrating on driving.

"Alice, you don't understand this. Don't underestimate this kid from Huangguo. He is red and purple now. Chelsea is the top scorer in the team. In the next game, our Ligue [-] Lyon will play against Chelsea at home. Dortmund's midfield is so strong that they can't seal this kid, Lyon has no ability to seal this kid. Let's help our hometown team."

"Brown, do you know what you're talking about? We're just reporters, how can we help?!"

Alice asked suspiciously.

"Alice, you don't know this. Their Dragon Country is different from our western countries. It's normal for men in our Western countries to come out to play, and it's okay. Their Dragon Country is not good. As long as we can take a picture today If there is no proof of prostitution, then he will be miserable. At that time, they will be able to scold him to death in Longguo, how can he have the mood to play?"

Brown said proudly.

"How do you know he's going to whoring? And I think he's very honest, not like a veteran of Huashuong, and he's not dissatisfied."

Alice said contemptuously.

"Didn't you just see that he went out with that kid Balotelli? Don't you know about Balotelli? This kid has such a thing every day. I can assure you that they are definitely prostitutes and very Probably still exciting multiplayer sports."

Brown said confidently.

"Anyway, I don't believe that kid from Longguo who looks silly will go to play."

After Alice finished speaking, she closed her eyes and meditated in silence.

"Alice, don't you think you've taken a fancy to that kid? We'll threaten him when we get the evidence and let him stay with you all night. How about it? Interesting enough."

Brown said with a smirk.

"Brown, do you still need to threaten me on my terms? Which man doesn't covet my body. How many times have you secretly looked at me? Don't think I don't know. To take down that kid from Longguo, all I need is one look. It will be done."

Alice said confidently.

Half an hour later, Balotelli got out of the car with Zhang Ming.

"Xiaoba, how did you find this place?"

Zhang Ming looked at the unremarkable bar in front of him and asked.

"Zhang, don't worry about it. Let's go, I will satisfy you today."

Balotelli excitedly ran to the bar.

Looking at the deserted bar in front of him, Zhang Ming muttered in his heart.No matter how you look at it, don't worry about it, don't be jumped by the fairy again.

"Zhang, hurry up."

Balotelli called out to the motionless Zhang Ming.

Thinking of the F that Balotelli even mentioned with the painting.Zhang Ming gritted his teeth and went in.

"Look, they went in, let's take pictures quickly."

Brown and Alice sat in the Citroen through the glass window of the bar and it was a shot.

"How about it? Let's work hard."

Zhang Ming ran in and saw that Balotelli was already waiting for him with his arms around two girls.

"Hurry up, choose two. Let's compare again."

Hearing Balotelli's words, Zhang Ming knew that this kid was still playing for the two girls from Yamamoto's country at his house last time.He brooded over the loss to himself.

Zhang Ming didn't pay attention to Balotelli, but just concentrated on looking at the dozen or so girls standing in a row in front of him.

Zhang Ming became more and more disgusted the more he looked at it, what kind of shit is this shit.It's not yellow-skinned, you can get a white-skinned one.You are all black and hybrid gray, who can get rid of the chicken.

Looking at the body shape, it is almost two hundred catties.Bust, waist, hips are all the same.The whole thing is a bucket with long legs.That face was made up like a frosted donkey dung.His mouth was smeared as if he had eaten a child to death, it was so fucking disgusting.

There are only two fair-skinned ones, F is there, but what's the matter with the ass?It's like a big stone mill passed down from the ancestors in the yard of my hometown.Who can stand this.

"Zhang, choose, these are the best. You're welcome."

Seeing that Zhang Ming was dumbfounded, Balotelli urged him to speak.

Not only Balotelli was in a hurry, but Brown and Alice, who were secretly filming outside, were also in a hurry:
What are you dawdling about, quickly pick two and go upstairs.As long as you take the girl upstairs, you won't be able to tell even if you have ten mouths.

"Xiaoba, you can play. I have to go back."

Zhang Ming ran out after speaking.

If I don't run, I'm already suppressing my nausea.Seeing that Zhang Ming hadn't chosen yet, the dozen or so girls grinned at Zhang Ming.

My mother, Zhang Ming almost vomited.If you wait any longer and specify who you want to vomit, let's run quickly.