Two days after the match against Cardiff City.

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"It's your turn, little wolf cub, it's your turn! You can't run away this time! Vardy, with thick fingers, glared at him with the microphone and asked.

Although Frere wanted to give everyone a song, he didn't want to be forced by Vardy, "No, you should go up and sing, you're too noisy" He sat on the sofa in the KTV box, with a few cans of beer and a glass in front of him, there was only a little yellow liquid left in the cup, Enyeyama refilled him, the Nigerian goalkeeper was in a very good state at the moment, and obviously drank a lot.

Portsmouth won a short break after the win over Cardiff City, and three days before the game, the team set off for the Algart training camp in the south-west of London to prepare for the final. Heidward felt it was a team bonding exercise, as Pompeo's were clearly the underdogs, and he felt they needed camaraderie and unity to deal with the skilful West Ham side and their 45,000 fanatical fans in the coming matchup. The whole team recognized the need to train hard and be prepared, but Hydward agreed that the team would have a night of free time to go and have a drink together as a team, but only made the request to be back at Alex Resort by 12 p.m. on time.

But he clearly underestimated the level of excitement among the players and the men's familiarity with the town. Because during his time at Everton, Mustafi often came to Algar to play golf, so he knew that if he wanted to find a place to have fun and sing a little karaoke, it would be the Devil's House. He even had the phone number of the boss there, and a group of people booked a seat, chartered a car, and drove over.

They were all having a great time before 10 p.m., and it wasn't until they were singing karaoke that the scene got out of hand. That night, everyone who went had a vague memory......

Of course, they remember Vardy forcing Frell to come on stage and sing a song to everyone, Jamie mercilessly teasing the little wolf from Portsmouth, he didn't forget that Frere missed the club's Christmas party a few months ago, when as a newcomer had to sing a song to everyone, which is a damn tradition! Vardy kept saying, just like before: "It's your turn, it's your turn, you can't run away this time!" Frerell was not a wheat bastard, so he turned his head and asked Vardy to go up and sing, Jamie was naturally not happy, and he was a little anxious, and then he and he got on top of the cow, and the situation suddenly became a little too radical, all of a sudden, "I'm going to kill you, you English bitch, waste, brute" and something like that, and Vardy looked really ready to kill Frere.

If that's all it takes, the teammates quickly separated the two and calmed down. Freir went back to the hotel in a rage, he lived in the same room as Mendy, but Mendy didn't want to leave the place yet, he was still in the mood, this little devil's shop was so good that Freire said he wouldn't lock the door so that Mendy wouldn't wake him up and get into the room.

The rest of the people continued to stay in this place full of alcohol, and when everyone left at half past eleven, God, they finally remembered the manager's order, John? Conlingham is in terrible shape, and John is probably the friendliest guy on the planet in the eyes of his teammates, but after a night of drinking, he wants to fight with the security guards and the police when he walks out of the club, and he wants to fight the whole world! After seeing the various states of my teammates, I think it was at this time that most people realized sleepily that it was time for tonight to end.

A few minutes after Icardi returned to his room, he heard the boss come to the door, and Hydward knocked on the door so hard that he sounded angry, and he answered the door, pretending to have slept for hours.

"What's going on?" Ward said, his tone unusually cold.

In order to continue the deception that he had just woken up, Icardi made a few stretching feints and wiped his eyes, "Hen, boss," he said. Hydward's nose wrinkled, the smell of alcohol had already betrayed the goods, and the show was much more clever than a fall in Cardiff a few days ago.

"Your teammates are fighting." Ward said coldly, "Campbell, Pierce, where are the others?" ”

"Leave it to me, Boss," Icardi said as quickly as possible to avoid the Boss's already cannibalistic eyes, "I'll go see what's going on." ”

When he arrives at the scene, there is a brother's room that feels like a party, the room has experienced a "massacre", and the assistant teacher who is already in the room looks like he has seen a ghost or witnessed a duel, and he quickly realizes that it may be closer to a duel.

Mustafi returned to the room to find Vardy in a surprisingly angry mood, and he didn't know if he had heard something or had a conflict. Jamie said, "Okay, I'm going to kill him!" The England low-level veteran pulled a number eight – Mustafi's favourite club – from his team-mate's golf bag. He was very worried, as Jamie looked half-insane at the moment, and he ran to Freer and Mendy's room with a number eight, with Mustafi chasing after him, but Vardy running fast.

Needless to say, the door was unlocked, so Vardy rushed into the room and beat Frere with a pole, the young man knew nothing more than what was going on, and lay on the bed in his boxer briefs, and immediately put on the defensive to protect the key position. The closest Louis? Brent rushed straight over to stop Vardy from doing further damage, but unfortunately he was caught up in the fare and he got into a fight with Vardy, his fists scurrying like a viper towards Jamie's chest and face. Once, twice, three times, but each time Vardy was always able to shake his fist away, but on the fifth time, Frerell sneaked up on Jamie from behind, and several people rolled into a ball.

Two-on-one, Drinkwater made the wrong choice, and he screamed and rushed into the warband as if he were on the battlefield. A few feet away, the person who was carried away by the alcohol, no one persuaded him, but shouted a duel, a duel, which aroused the most primitive hormones of men.

"Hey, don't fight!" Someone said, "Hey, don't hear me!" ”

But in the next second, this "good Samaritan" covered his head, and a red liquid enveloped his brain, and the tomato seemed to be bathed in blood.

Louis looked away, and saw John standing at the end of the hallway, nibbling on one in his hand, and a box on the floor, two of the six missing, with a smile on his lips, and he was always smiling. That box of tomatoes was apparently the one he had just used, "Hit!" "The best enemy is the one who has fallen to the ground," he said triumphantly.

“.……..”

It was chaos again, and when the coaching staff arrived, Freyer, Brent, and John, back to back, like the three musketeers in the story, faced the enemy army, and Hydward's roar became the last memory of the night.