roccoschili Chapter 714 Punishment
Chapter 714 Punishment
Chapter 714 Punishment
However, compared to the deafening heavy metal rock music, what made Fan Bizhuang more displeased was Ramos' almost desperate speed on the road.
Fan Bizhuang felt that he was still a person with a firm mind and strong enough ability to withstand pressure, but even so, he still seemed a little staggered when he got out of the car-according to common sense, it is almost [-] minutes from Madrid to Seville. It took two and a half hours to drive, but the whole journey took only a little over an hour and a half.
It is enough to prove how crazy Ramos' speed is.
That's all, the speed of the car is so high, Fan Bizhuang can bear it, the most shocking thing for Fan Bizhuang is that Ramos is simply a lunatic, not only driving fast, but also listening to rock music while driving Dancing with hands and feet, I don't know how many times my hands left the steering wheel, waving wantonly in the air.
This is simply "playing tricks". Fan Bizhuang protested more than once, but the teammates around him didn't take it seriously at all. They sang and danced to the rock music in the backseat, while urging Ramos to be more passionate, faster.
Well, Fan Bizhuang, who arrived at his destination safely, now has a feeling of "survival after disaster".
Hobbling out of the car, Fan Bizhuang didn't even have time to take care of his hair that was blown tousled by the strong wind, but simply leaned against the railing by the side of the road, vomiting profusely.
"Ha, it seems that our fan is not good enough."
"It's so nasty, I can't bear it anymore, ha, I said Fan, I haven't shown my true strength yet. Next time, I will definitely drive faster next time, let you enjoy it again. The speed of the wind!"
"Ha, Sergio, don't you stop making sarcastic remarks, don't you see that Fan is feeling very uncomfortable at the moment? But this is quite normal, I think when I first took your car... oh , don’t mention the past, but, Fan, you should take Sergio’s car more in the future, just like me, just get used to it slowly..."
A group of Real Madrid teammates jumped out of the car, pointed at Fan Bizhuang who was throwing up on the side of the road, and laughed so hard that they almost wrote the words "schadenfreude" on their faces.
"MD, if I ride in your car again, my surname will not be Fan!"
Fan Bizhuang glared at his teammates fiercely, and what he got in return was even happier ridicule from the big guys.
Casillas stepped forward, patted him on the back, and helped him to calm down. After a while, Fan Bizhuang straightened up again, nodded, indicating that he was much better.
Rolling eyes to Ramos who was still laughing again, Fan Bizhuang picked up the sports bucket bag on the car and hung it on his body: "Let's go, let's report to the head coach first. By the way, let's make a fuss Will such a big movement have any bad influence on the team? Coach Vincent shouldn't be angry, right?"
A group of teammates laughed again, with a contemptuous look of "you are still young, you don't understand".
Ramos came up and hugged Fan Bizhuang's shoulders, and explained with a smile to Fan Bizhuang who was still a little confused: "Don't worry, Fan, who are we? We are Real Madrid players! And Coach Vincent, haha , he used to be the head coach of Real Madrid. Do you know what this means? It means that we are our own people, and we are the direct descendants of coach Vincent, so he is not willing to punish us! This is just a small thing. We used to ..."
Ramos triumphantly told Fan Bizhuang that the more serious violation of team discipline they had done before was not punished, but his showing off was not over yet, and the gloomy picture seemed to be about to drip The coming face appeared in front of everyone.
"Ha, it's Coach Javier! Are you here to welcome us? This is really too polite..."
Ramos smiled and waved to the middle-aged man in front of him. Ramos is no stranger to the assistant coach of the national team, Javier Minano. From his tone, it can be heard that he and this He is very familiar with the coach Minano and seems to have a good personal relationship, so he can joke around casually.
Minano was almost amused by Ramos' "joking" voice, and he really laughed too. He nodded at Ramos and said, "Mr. Vincent did ask me to welcome you..."
"See, what did I say? Vincent is our old coach. We have a very good relationship. How could he not take care of us? No, the coach asked Mr. Havel to welcome us. By the way, this Javier coach is also our own..."
Ramos didn't notice the bluntness in Minano's tone, so he put his arms around Fan Bizhuang's shoulders and started his show off.At the same time, he still hadn't forgotten the "old friend" in front of him, "By the way, Coach Javier, we haven't seen each other for a long time. After today's training, I'll treat you, let's..."
"We'll talk about the treat for another day. Mr. Vincent asked me to inform you... Before reporting, let's run around the training ground ten laps. How about it, is it okay?"
Minano waved his hand lightly, his tone still slightly flat.
"Of course I didn't ask... Uh, what did you say? You're right, Coach Javier?"
Ramos nodded subconsciously, but quickly realized that the smile froze on his face, his eyes full of disbelief.
"We were training, and suddenly there was the sound of the gas pedal roaring, and there was rumbling music... Obviously, this affected the normal training of the team, and you know what it means. So, Sergio , do you think I made a mistake?"
"..."
Now that the words have come to this point, no matter how stunned Ramos is, he knows that he has hit the head coach's head.Indeed, this is already a violation of certain regulations of the national team, which is the "punishment" given to them by the head coach.
"Honestly, the music is very good, I like it very much. But there seems to be something wrong with the venue, so...you understand, Sergio, don't delay, if you don't want to make Mr. Vincent even more angry, you And your teammates, hurry up and run."
Minano waved his hand, left such a sentence, and walked straight away.
Only a group of Real Madrid players were left behind, looking at each other.
"Sergio the dog, who told you to turn up the stereo so loudly? This time, you really hurt me! Ten laps, ten laps! You want to exhaust us to death!"
"Don't you know that it's very immoral to make noise in public? You immoral and unqualified guy!"
"Hey, hey, you guys are going too far! Who asked me to turn up the stereo louder before? Who was behind my car, dancing and yelling to the music?"
"It doesn't matter! Anyway, you have no quality! No morals!! Ahhh, you idiot!"
"Bah, you're the bastard! When you go back, don't take my car!"
"MD, Sergio, do you think this can threaten me? Am I a shameless person who gave up his bottom line just because he wanted to take a ride?...Yes, I am, so...I was wrong Now, buddy, please don't leave me when you go back!"
"..."
Ramos and a group of teammates didn't dare to delay, and put on sports equipment on the spot, ready to implement the "punishment" of the national team, but while changing clothes, they kept talking, complaining and slapping each other.
Fan Bizhuang shook his head helplessly. At this moment, his teammates didn't look like the high-spirited sao buns on the road when they came here.
Fan Bizhuang looked at Casillas and asked, "Didn't you say that Coach Vincent is one of our own? Sergio also said that they have committed even more serious violations of discipline..."
"It's okay if you sneak out to drink at night..." Casillas shrugged helplessly. gave him a chance..."
"..."
Fan Bizhuang suddenly realized that this was the so-called "serious mistake"!Daringly, it turns out that Ramos is a guy who brags and brags 13!
Ramos smiled awkwardly at "Hey Hey Hey" and gave a free sanitation ball for the third time. Fan Bizhuang ran out first, Casillas followed closely, then Ramos, Albiol... …
……
On the training ground, the players are chatting while training.
A group of Barcelona players who came to the national team to report yesterday were also among them.
"Almost everyone is here. It should be in these two days. We will leave for France. After completing the warm-up match with the French national team, we will fly to the African continent."
Xavi and Iniesta were chatting in a low voice, the latter nodded with a smile: "Thinking of the World Cup that will start soon, it is really exciting! South Africa, I have never been to that land, I heard that It is a country full of mystery and exotic charm.”
Pique on the side interjected: "I'm looking forward to it too, I really wish we could set off right away...Really, are those guys next door snails, they are so slow? The national team training is not active, really... ...no sense of team honor at all!"
The topic of Pique involved the only Real Madrid player in the entire team who had not come to report, and the complaints in his tone made both Xavi and Iniesta laugh secretly.
This guy still complains about others, as far as they are concerned, didn't they just arrive yesterday?If this has to be put on the line and said that others have no team spirit and no sense of collective honor, then they are also latecomers, and they are not even complaining about themselves?
At this time, the roar of the accelerator and the thick rock sound entered the field, and the international players on the field looked at each other in blank dismay.
"This sound... seems like heavy metal rock! Ha, it's really good, I like this kind of music!"
"What's going on? Why is there someone playing rock music in the training ground?"
"Could it be that someone came here to hold a concert? But isn't this place requisitioned by us as a training ground, isn't it... isn't this our training ground?"
"Haha, don't be funny! Go and see, what happened!"
A group of people were whispering to each other, standing on tiptoes and looking into the distance. Then, they saw a few familiar faces running into the training ground. They ran around the training ground quickly without talking or saying hello to the acquaintances. stand up.
"Hey, aren't these guys Igor and Sergio? When did they come?"
"Ha, what are they doing? Is it filming a TV series? Don't say anything else, go for a run first?"
"This group of guys...is there something wrong with their brains? I really don't understand them..."
(End of this chapter)