Mancini has been feeling strange lately.

Yes, very strange.

It's not that Manchester City's interior is going to make any waves, on the contrary, it's that Manchester City's interior is now simply harmonious, and what makes him even more strange is that many players look at him with not only long-lost respect, but more flattery.

This leaves Mancini unpredictable.

He didn't think City's rebellious players would become so well-behaved in such a short period of time.

After all, it has only been less than a month since I completely turned against them.

Although they chose to give in under Mansour's pressure, Mancini knew that they were only under the double pressure of Mansour and Ye Xin, and their relationship with him was usually inseparable, so Mancini felt that it would be a long journey to rebuild his prestige.

And now the attitude of the players towards him is a bit confusing for him.

Has my prestige been rebuilt too quickly?

Mancini wasn't the megalomaniac of Heiko, so he had been thinking hard about why, but no matter what he thought, he couldn't think of a logical reason.

Could it really be that my personal charm has improved?

Mancini suddenly couldn't stand up, although he didn't want to admit it, but at the moment it seems that this reason is the closest to reality, to be honest, which coach doesn't want to put gold on his face, and the more Mancini thinks about it, the more he feels right.

Hahaha, hey, hey, hey.

Mancini had been so stupid all morning, he even went to see the training ground a little, and then continued to go back to the office and sink into his own fantasies.

It's just that the time of happiness is always spicy and short-lived.

When Tevez knocked on the door of his office first, Mancini's dream was shattered.

"You said you wanted to train in a closed training ground?" Mancini understood everything when he began to hear Tevez's request, and although his heart was empty at the moment, he still regained his mood.

"Yes, head," Tevez nodded firmly.

"Oh? Tell me why" Mancini looked at the striker in front of him with a playful expression.

"Head, is Alex's progress related to Ye" Tevez looked at Mancini with a burning expression after finishing speaking, he was eager to know the answer.

Mancini frowned slightly when he heard this, he knew that this matter would not be hidden for long, but he didn't expect that Tevez, the old fritter, would find out everything from just one game in Alex.

But even then, Mancini didn't want to make the secret public.

So he shook his head anyway.

"Carlos, at this time, you better not put your mind elsewhere, and do your own thing with peace of mind"

"Head, I beg you, I really beg you, I just want to know if it's it"

Tevez's posture had never been so low, and if it weren't for the fact that the person in front of him was still the same unruly person as before, Mancini felt that he had definitely recognized the wrong person.

Seeing Tevez's pleading expression, Mancini suddenly relented, in fact, he probably knew Tevez's thoughts, he had probably discovered the most important effect in disguised shooting training, that is, it can improve the talent of players.

And isn't it because Tevez is far less talented than Dzeko when he introduced Dzeko and marginalized Tevez in the first place.

Tevez hated himself so much in the first place, perhaps because he had stepped on him his talent.

Thinking of this, Mancini suddenly felt a little guilty.

So after thinking for a long time, he finally nodded.

"Yes"

The ...... office fell silent for a moment, and Tevez, who was eager to know the answer just now, was like a statue, motionless.

It's just that at this moment, his heart is screaming.

Oh my God, it's true!

It turned out to be true!

There is a way to change a player's talent!

No wonder Mancini wants to get Ye Xin at all costs.

No wonder a bullshit Bundesliga team Jena would be worth 300 million.

It's no wonder that Mancini only got a little support from Ye Xin, so Mansour didn't fire him.

No wonder......

No wonder......

Here's your chance!

Thinking of this, Tevez's eyes suddenly burst into a gleam.

I must seize this opportunity!

Certain!

"Head, then I'...... Can you ......?" Tveston cautiously began to test the manager in front of him, who he once disdained.

Mancini was like an emperor who could control his life and death.

He nodded, and he was able to break through the talent again, and then step into the realm that he had been looking up to for a long time.

He shook his head, he had to continue to explore hard, and then look for opportunities in his training and comprehension year after year, maybe he was lucky enough to break through himself, but what about bad luck? Then I can only continue to sink into today's strength, and then as I get older, I will be squeezed out by young players little by little.

But Mancini shook his head again.

Tveston felt a chill in his heart.

Finished.

He suddenly felt a little disheartened, but at this time he regretted it more, regretting that he had a falling out with Mancini because of the fact that he was taking away his core position, and because of this matter, he created a small group within the team.

How could I be so stupid in the first place.

But the matter did not end, just when Tevez was full of chagrin and regret, Mancini's other words suddenly made him feel like he had gone from hell to heaven.

"Play well first, as for the opportunity to train with Ye, of course there is, but everything will have to wait for the Champions League and the league to end, I will evaluate your performance well"

"Really? Head? ”

"I don't have that much time to lie to you, okay, I'm in trouble"

"Understood! I'll go," Tevez left Mancini's office without saying a word, but he carefully closed the door of Mancini's office before leaving.

Mancini glanced up at Tevez's movements.

My heart suddenly sighed with infinite emotion.

Think about Tevez's attitude towards himself at the beginning, and look at Tevez's attitude towards himself now.

Life is really realistic.

It's just that Mancini's emotion is destined to end all at once, just when he is about to pack up his mood and start to devote himself to the arrangement of the next game.

Again, there was a knock on the door.

Santa Cruz......

Again.

Samir Nasri......

Again......

Harvey Garcia......

Zabaleta ......

Gareth Barry......

As the morning passed, Mancini sat back in his chair with a satisfied face, deeply reminiscing about the players' admiration for him.

It's a feeling he's really, really hasn't tasted in a long time.

It's really cool.