When Reeves pushed the door and walked into the locker room, he heard someone playing the song "We Are the Champions". Bayi Middle School? Wen?? ???． (8) 8?1?

"We Are the Champions" is the most popular song in the world by the classic apions of the British rock band Queen. It is also the most popular song in the world of football.

Whenever a tournament is won, the song that rings in the stands and on the radio is "We Are the Champions".

Squeezing Lyon off the list is a great achievement.

All the Lille players were full of excitement in their hearts.

The way young people express their excitement is by venting.

Reeves also sang softly,

"We are champions

We are champions

There is no reason to fail

Because we are the champions."

Joined the chorus with a pentatonic voice,

The ghost crying wolf in the Lille dressing room was like hell on earth, and the door of the Marseille dressing room opposite was slammed shut with a loud noise.

The Lille players just paused in fright and continued to roar.

Before the song was finished, Puel walked in.

"Ahem!"

The singing stopped all at once, and Puel nodded in satisfaction.

However, the look on his face was immediately replaced by a serious face.

"We won, Lyon lost, but that's good news."

Before he could finish speaking, Cabaye felt bad and quietly turned off the music on his phone, and the locker room fell silent.

"But are we already champions? Well? Puel's voice became the main theme in the dressing room.

"It's only December, we're less than halfway through the race, and we're just one point ahead. What capital do you have to get carried away? ”

There was silence in the locker room.

"Mr. Puel, can I say something?"

Puel's words were interrupted and a little unhappy, when he heard the reputation, he saw that it was Reeves, his face softened, Reeves is the biggest contributor to the team's rise to the top, and he is the player he values the most, Puel's tolerance for Reeves is naturally the highest, if it is replaced by someone else, not to mention the suspension and fine.

"We are not complacent, but confident, convinced that we will be the champions. Now that we're on the list, we're not going to give up this place. ”

"Tell me where your confidence comes from?" Puel listened with interest, his goal of warning his players not to be complacent had been achieved, and he didn't mind listening to Reeves' rhetoric, and if it was a quibble, he would just retort and deepen the warning.

"There are more and more people who stay to practice, the lights at the training base go out very late every day, and the lawn on the training ground is so worn out that it's the same as the head of the Marseille manager."

There was a burst of laughter, this metaphor is very vivid, the lawn of the training ground is already in poor condition after entering December, and with the back and forth stamping of daily training, it is indeed Mediterranean.

Reeves continued,

"In order to practice, John gave up hooking." Cabaye straightened up and said in his heart, I don't want to either, Ellie is too strict.

"Nicholas gave up the blind date." Foweigay sat upright, and said in his heart, I don't want to either, the person introduced by the family is really strange.

"Mathieu gave up the game." Debich reshaped, and said in his heart, I don't want to, the computer is broken and hasn't been repaired.

Others waited eagerly, expecting Reeves' mention.

At the beginning of the season, only Reeves practiced alone, and later under the influence of Reeves, Cabaye, Debich, and Forwegay also joined in, and recently with Kluivert joining the practice, others were embarrassed to leave early and stayed to practice for a while.

"And wait."

Everyone was disappointed, and Reeves could only apologize in his heart, he was not familiar with other people's private lives, and he couldn't say it at all.

Puer nodded, there are indeed a lot more people who have been practicing recently.

"Isn't it true that everyone sacrificed so much to practice just to win the championship? Our ability is not lost to them, as long as we practice more than them and work harder than them, we believe that the final championship must be ours. We sing just to express our desire for a championship. Reeves's words were full of confidence, not so much for Puel, but for his teammates, which was the reason for his quibble, he was indeed a little complacent when he sang before, but Puel came to his senses after reminding him, but whether others were sober or not Reeves didn't know, so he wanted to continue to explain the opportunity to knock on the side and turn into a radical. In addition, he knew that many people's training was not voluntary, and Reeves also wanted to make them voluntary through these words.

"And the key to us singing this song is one of the lyrics," Reeves' pentatonic voice sounded again, "We're going to keep moving forward, my friends, we're going to fight until the end." ”

The Lille players chimed in.

"We're going to fight until the end!"

Puel was very satisfied with what Reeves said, although there was some quibble, but the effect was positive, the eyes of the players were much firmer, and Puel knew that his concerns could be dispelled.

Puel let the matter go lightly, and the atmosphere in the Lille dressing room was cheerful again.

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The four of Reeves did not wait for Ribery outside the stadium, and Forweiguet called to find out that Ribery was delayed, and asked Reeves and others to pick him up at the hotel later.

The game was played at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was close to half past six when Reeves arrived outside the hotel where Marseille was staying in Cabaye's car with Debich and Forweguet.

Forberget sent a message to Ribery, and several people waited in the car for another half hour before they saw Ribery sneaking out of the hotel lobby with a hat and sunglasses.

It was already seven o'clock.

"Why is it so slow?"

"It's not that you singing to cause trouble, that damn guy was stimulated, gave us an hour of post-game summary, and restricted us from going out, it is better to spend this energy on learning how to command the game, compared to Jean, his tactical command ability is very poor, and he has no adaptability at all."

Reeves naturally knew that the damn guy Ribery was talking about was their head coach Albert Eamon, and Jean was referring to Marseille's previous manager, Jean Fernandez, the benefactor who brought Ribery back to Marseille from Turkey.

No matter how the other manager's head coach is, Reeves can not be blamed in front of Ribery, Reeves can only be a listener, listening to Ribery's various complaints about his head coach.

Of course, there are gains, Reeves learned from Ribery's words that it was the departure of Fernandez that made Ribery have plans to play abroad in the summer.

This satisfies Reeves's little gossip, but it's not boring.

It wasn't until Ribery finished speaking in one breath that Reeves began to discuss with him where to eat that night.

"Frank, what would you like to eat? First of all, bars and nightclubs are not to be discussed. ”

"It's boring, it doesn't make a difference to me, you decide."

"Wait, let's go eat Chinese food, you are Chinese, you must know where Chinese food is delicious."

"Eating Chinese food? Are you sure you eat habitually? Reeves was a little surprised that not everyone in France is used to Chinese food, such as Bodmeier and Lamy in the team.

"In addition to hometown food, my favorite is Chinese food." Ribery patted his chest, and then smug a lame Chinese, "All the kings are flat, I am ............." (to be continued.) )