God-level goalkeeper

Chapter 382
As a reporter for The Times who considers himself competent, Blair felt a bit silly standing outside the Manchester City training ground. He did not expect that Manchester City chose to conduct closed training indoors today, and Mancini did not do it this time either. Give them a little face, no matter who it is, he didn't put any of them in.

So the colleagues who were still surrounding the outside chose to leave one after another.

"Hey, buddy, do you have a cigarette?" Just as Blair was hesitating whether to leave, another person not far from him came over.

"Yes, but this seems to be a public place." Blair pointed to the no-speech sign not far away, and shrugged helplessly.

"Oh, my God, the UK must be crazy, why is smoking banned everywhere, it seems that today can only be endured, by the way, let me introduce myself, I am James Brown from the Mirror, you call me James That's it," Brown said, holding out his right hand.

"Tony Blair, you can call me Tony"

"Tony Blair? What a nice name you have"

"The name is the same, but the name is different. He is the prime minister, but I am a nobody." Blair laughed at himself.

"Haha, you are quite open-minded. By the way, why don't you leave? It seems that there is nothing to dig out today."

"I want to wait and see, maybe there will be big news?"

"Big news? Are you also here for that Chinese?"

"That's not true. The Chinese is too difficult to interview. I blocked him a few times, but he didn't bother me. I stayed here just to wait for the big news about Manchester City players. I heard that Joe Hart and Ko Raloff is a little out of sorts."

"Then I guess you won't be able to wait. Isn't Mancini bringing in Ye Xin just to replace Joe Hart?"

"Replacement? I don't think so, at most it's a rotation."

"Playing in rotation? Didn't Mansour spend [-] million in vain? In my opinion, he bought Jena just for this amazing Chinese goalkeeper."

"Three hundred million for him? I think it's a bit exaggerated. Carl Zeiss Jena has the international player Niels, and as long as the rising star Andre Hahn plays well, he will become an international player sooner or later. In addition, Max Kruse is also very good. The potential of other players is also good, and with Jena’s good finances, it shouldn’t be a problem for it to be worth [-] million.”

"But Mansur spent [-] million, what about the other [-] million? Does it have nothing to do with Ye Xin?"

"Mansour is not a fool. As far as I know, he signed the other [-] million for gambling and installment. Once he signs this, do you think [-] million is the real [-] million?"

"Gambling and installment, where did you find out about it?"

"Hey, this is an exclusive secret"

"Anyway, I think that Chinese is very good. He has never missed a shot. I have watched every game of his. I feel that his role should exceed the definition of a goalkeeper. Mansour may have bought it because of this. take"

"James, I also know that the goalkeeper is very good, but this is the Premier League, not the Bundesliga and the Bundesliga. There are countless powerful shooters and a violent attacking lineup. Compared with Germany's second-tier competitions, here is the real attack. Feast, let's talk..."

But before Blair finished speaking, Brown immediately motioned him to look at the door of the indoor training ground. The door, which had been closed for nearly two hours, was finally opened.

The two quickly ran towards the gate, while the scattered other journalists also flocked immediately like sharks smelling blood.

Everyone immediately organized the interview questions in their minds. Although they knew that most people would not get a response, perseverance is the motto of media people. What if a player is in a good mood one day?
It's just that as the players came out one after another, none of the people who were full of confidence just now dared to stick out their microphones.

No matter how stupid they are, they can still see that the atmosphere is not right. Tevez and Silva who are walking in the front have dignified faces, while Aguero, who is alone behind them, has a sluggish face. Sri was not that exaggerated, but the furrowed brow represented his current mood.

What happened to Manchester City's strikers?
There is a big question mark in everyone's mind.

It's just that the players who came out after that made everyone unable to understand. Everyone had different expressions, some were happy and unhappy, some kept their heads down in thought, and some muttered to themselves. If it wasn't for lack of preparation, everyone would be confused I think I can take pictures of these expressions and make an expression library.

"Haha, I just said there's big news!" Blair couldn't help laughing out loud, because he had already seen Joe Hart with a livid face and Kolarov with a happy face, two incompatible players. What does the different expressions represent?
Blair felt that he could figure it out with his thighs. Joe Hart and Kolarov must have had a quarrel, and depending on the situation, Kolarov won the quarrel. It is more likely that Mancini helped him while inside. He reprimanded Joe Hart for speaking out of Kolarov. Last time Mancini left Joe Hart and took De Jong away, is he going to get rid of Joe Hart this time?

"James, I'm leaving first. I think I'm about to dig out a big piece of news. Tomorrow, no, I'm going to get the manuscript out tonight." Blair held back the excitement in his heart, packed up his things and prepared to leave, but Just as he was finishing his sentence, James Brown interrupted him again.

"Don't worry, look there"

Looking at James Brown's fingers, Breton suddenly felt that the sun was coming out from the west. Yaya Toure, who had never talked to other Manchester City players, was talking non-stop around Ye Xin, and his face was excited. His expression clearly represented his mood at the moment.

"Ye, how did you do it! My last long shot hit the dead corner, and the ball was so fast, I'm not bragging. This kind of shooting is a trick I've practiced for many years. How did you guess where the ball landed? Point? To be honest, I didn't even know the angle of the ball was so tricky, how did you know?"

"That's how I did it..." Ye Xin looked helplessly at the dark-skinned guy in front of him. From the end of the game to taking a shower to changing his clothes to packing up and preparing to leave, he kept repeating this so that Ye Xin couldn't answer. The problem.

how do i do itOh, I'm a man of prescience.

Would Ye Xin answer that way? Of course not, so he could only vaguely answer Yaya Toure's question, but he didn't expect Yaya Toure to be relentless at all.

"Ye, you must have a unique skill, can you teach me, if you teach me this, I will teach you the unique skill of heavy artillery"

(End of this chapter)