My name is Colani

"Come on, Luca, give me a hug! Give me a hug! I love you so much!" Hugo opened his hands and walked towards Luca Tony.

Tony hugged Hugo fiercely and hugged him so hard that Hugo was almost suffocated.

"Ahem, good guy, are you hugging me or torturing me?" Hugo pretended to cough twice and said in feint of anger.

"I'm happy!" Tony smiled.

Both of them laughed, and Victor also came over, hugging Tony and Hugo in greeting. Hugo hammered Victor on the chest, "You performed well today, brother! If you continue to perform like this, maybe we can still sell you in the future. Gain a lot of money!”

"You still dare to sell me?! Well, let's settle the accounts first. I don't want more. With my performance, I don't want a salary as high as Luca's. At least you have to give me Xabi's level." ? ” Victor stretched out his hands and clasped his fingers.

"I won't give you a salary! When I run out of money one day, I will buy you!"

"If you betray me, I'll leave! I'm going to Milan, I'm going to play for Milan!"

"Toad wants to eat!"

While the two brothers were bickering, Mazzarri also came over. He hugged Luca, praised him a few words, and then said to Hugo: "Fortunately, today's mission is completed, and we won the victory!"

"You still have two brushes! You did a good job today, Walter!" Hugo praised.

"The days are still long in the future!" Victor said in a strange tone.

Mazari was confused. How had I offended this god? !

Not to mention Mazzarri, even Tony and Hugo found it very strange. Victor's tone was clearly unhappy.

Mazari smiled awkwardly and left.

"You don't seem to be happy Walter?!" Hugo turned around and asked.

"I'm a little unhappy, I think he's unfair!" Victor said.

"how to say?!"

"Xabi was not the only one who played poorly in the first half. Lombardo and Amor did a good job?! Not good! Why did he replace Xabi instead of Lombardo and Amor?! I Substitutions are also based on reputation. Lombardo and Amor are famous, so he kept them on the court!" Victor analyzed.

"Hehe, hehe, hahaha, you are fighting for Xia Bi, because he is our friend, but Amor and Lombardo are not!" Hugo laughed.

"It can be understood that way!" Victor said, raising his neck.

"Fuck you! Believe it or not, I slapped you all over your face?! Xia Bi demoted me last season, and I didn't see you complaining. Today, you are willing to stand up for Xia Bi! Xia Bi is your friend, I Or your brother?" Hugo tried to kick him.

Victor ducked for a moment and replied. "You still want to play with your three-legged cat skills?! Brother, my brother advises you, you are a celebrity now. If you play, you will harm others and yourself. It will be a small thing to harm the team, but a big thing to yourself. Think about it. How embarrassing would it be for you to make an indescribable mistake at this level?"

The two brothers continued to bicker, but Tony felt something at the side. Victor was willing to fight for Allegri because they were friends. He could feel that he or Allegri or Kameni had a higher status in Colleni's mind. Different.

Drogba can say he is happy or happy today, but he still has regrets and worries in his heart. He doesn’t know why Mazzarri sent him. He only knows that this is his first time playing on the team since he came to the team. He can't give his performance a passing grade because he missed several good scoring opportunities.

Drogba played more than 20 games with Le Mans in Ligue 2 last season, with most of the starting substitutes, but he didn't score a single goal. It was not without reason that his uncle's friends said it was time for him to move. Le Mans just couldn't imagine him being a good striker, so he came here.

When I came to Trapani, everything was fine here, except that there was no chance to play. The team used 433 before, and put the fast and flexible Pepe and Menela on the wing. The center position was Tony, who contributed to the team's upgrade. Of course it's hard to get a seat.

One happy news today is that Mazzarri has changed his formation. There are two centers. This means there is an invisible center. Although there is also a Piolo, after all, there are three people competing for two positions. To be precise, two people are competing for one position. . The second thing he was happy about was that Mazzarri was the first to think of him and let him play. He thought he had no sense of existence.

It's a pity that he failed in his performance and wasted the opportunity. A striker who can't score goals is not a good striker. Maybe Mr. Mazzarri has a very bad impression of me.

With an uneasy mood, Drogba slowly walked to the entrance of the players' tunnel. At the entrance of the tunnel, he found Mr. Mazzarri. Mr. Mazzarri was being interviewed by the on-site commentator and on-site reporter Isaac Agostino. interview.

This is Agostino's task. After the explanation, he quickly came down to interview the head coach, the players, and the boss if he wanted. He can enter the locker room. By the way, the locker room of Trapani Football Club is not What a forbidden place, it's easy to get in and out.

Mazzarri took a hit from Victor and walked back a little absent-mindedly. When he reached the sidelines, he was caught by Agostino who happened to come down from the stands.

This is an interview? ! Where did the media come from? !

Looking at the recorder in Agostino's hand, Mazzarri asked conditionally: "Who are you?!"

"Haha, Mr. Mazzarri is so forgetful! I attended your inauguration press conference three days ago! My name is Isaco Agostino, a reporter for Trapani Weekly. Well, I am also a reporter for the new sports website, specializing in tracking Trapani's football reports!" Agostino showed a series of titles.

"Are you going to interview me?!" Mazzarri seemed unconvinced.

"Yes, I am a team reporter! If you are willing, I would like to hear you talk!"

"Okay then! I am willing to accept your interview!"

"Okay, let's get to the point, Mr. Mazzarri, today you led the team to the first victory of the new season, what do you think of this victory?!"

"I think our overall strength is above theirs, and this victory is well deserved!"

"The team has suffered three consecutive defeats before. What do you think is the reason? According to what you said, our strength is not bad!" Agostino said with a smirk.

"Well, I don't know! I tried to make some changes today. I hope our midfield can have a good sense of defensive position and running ability. We did a good job in the second half!" Mazzari did not comment on the past, but only talked about today.

...

The interview was completed. Mazzari and Agostino shook hands politely. When he turned around, he saw Drogba at the door of the passage. Mazzari remembered that he didn't give Drogba a hug and a handshake when the game ended today.

So he smiled and walked towards Drogba and stretched out his hand. Drogba didn't know why he was waiting here. Maybe he was waiting for such a comfort. When Mazzari stretched out his hand, Drogba held it.

Mazzari patted Drogba's strong arm with his other hand, and then raised his thumb. Drogba's face immediately smiled. Didn't he understand what this meant? Mr. Mazzari was satisfied with his performance.

Mazzari certainly didn't know what Drogba was waiting for. They didn't speak the same language, and the translator was not around. After the physical communication, Mazzari ignored Drogba and went straight to the locker room.

Drogba grinned non-stop.

"Hey, Didier, what are you laughing at?!" French, Drogba went to France when he was in his teens to live with his uncle, and Cote d'Ivoire is a French-speaking country, how could he not understand it?

Hugo, Victor and Tony walked and talked and came to the player's tunnel. Seeing Drogba laughing, Hugo couldn't help asking.

Victor and Tony also greeted Drogba, and then continued to walk to the locker room, but Hugo stood there, and Drogba didn't leave either, he wanted to answer the boss's question.

The boss is a strange man, in Drogba's opinion, he is a strange man, he is not familiar with this boss, in fact, since he came to the team, he has never had the opportunity to talk to Hugo alone, of course, not only him, but also the young players of the team have no such experience.

Drogba knew nothing about Hugo's glorious deeds of beating players. He came late and was not afraid of Hugo at all. Of course, Hugo asked with a smile and was very polite. Besides, he was the boss after all, and he could not be cold-faced.

This question was not easy to answer. Could it be that he was happy because he was praised by Mr. Mazzari? !

"I just thought of a joke from my hometown, so I laughed! Boss!" Drogba had an idea.

"Oh, that's it!" Hugo looked as if he had realized something, and then patted Drogba on the shoulder, "You did well today, Didier! But your fucking shooting skills are really bad. Don't you have any concept of goal in your eyes?!"

Drogba was stunned for a moment and then lowered his head. To be honest, Hugo had 100% of the power and reason to say what he said, because he was the boss and could say whatever he wanted.

"You should strengthen your shooting practice in the future! Look at Luca. With the help of our coach, he has not only improved his header skills, but also his footwork. You should learn more from him!" Hugo continued to be a teacher.

"Oh, right! I remember! Last season, you didn't score a single goal?! Right, right! This is definitely not just a technical problem. I think you have a mental problem too!"

Drogba choked. Hugo was right. When Drogba was competing for the header, he didn't think about the goal. His ball-playing ability was good, but when he thought about the goal, it was a bit strange. The more he thought about it, the less likely he was to score. Over time, it became a psychological problem.