At nearly six o'clock in the evening, a large bus carrying all the members of the Granada team drove into the exclusive lane of the Pizjuan Stadium, and only three seconds later, slowly stopped at the entrance of the exclusive passage.

This place doesn't belong to the Granada team, they just came here to take the three points.

After the bus stopped, the front door slid to the side, but looking directly in front of the door, I could only see the driver's hands off the steering wheel, and then stretched slowly.

On the contrary, there was no movement in the carriage for the time being, not to mention that no players got off the bus, not even the personnel of the coaching team and the team medical team were in a hurry to get off, let alone the personnel of the public relations team.

The stadium staff arranged seven or eight security guards early, and also erected iron bars on both sides of the aisle in order to separate the media reporters from the players and coaches.

"Listen, everyone, just like in the morning at the train station, you are not allowed to accept half a sentence of interview from the media, and everyone gets off the train and goes straight to the locker room, understand?"

This was the second time that Coach Corboni had given the same order in the same day, and the players had little interest in studying why, so it was not difficult for them to leave the car and go straight to the dressing room.

After a few moments of clarity, Coach Corboni ordered the whole team to leave the car, and at this point, the first person to step out of the car was the team's assistant coach, and he was really silent. With a smile on his lips, he walked straight towards the locker room.

With three or four steps to go, the assistant coach was able to avoid the reporters who were barricaded. and entered the passage in the stadium, but after hearing two words from someone, the assistant coach actually slowed down.

How familiar is this voice?

It was definitely the second time in 24 hours that the assistant coach instinctively turned his head to understand why he felt the way he did. The person who shouted was the same reporter who had offered to follow the team at the train station in Granada, and there was a partner with a camera next to him.

"Coach~! I ask you a few words. May I? The reporter really chased to the city of Seville, which surprised the assistant coach, but unfortunately Coach Coboni's military order came first, and the assistant coach had to wave his hand. I went in apologetically.

It's an awkward situation. The partner carrying the camera shrugged his shoulders and gave his partner a helpless look, but the reporter didn't pay much attention to it, and after turning around, he stretched out his right hand holding the microphone far away.

The Granada players were making their way to the locker room, and no matter how the media reporters on both sides of the fence called, none of the players were willing to stop, and Coach Corboni was four positions away from the last player who got off the bus. The manager was also the last person in the squad to leave the car.

Seeing this, the reporters' voices became even louder: "Coach Koboni! Let's talk about the acquisition of Bam. All right? "What is the truth about Kabine's rejection of a new contract?" "Will there be any bigger changes to the squad after the winter transfer window opens?"

Most of the questions focused on all the recent rumors about the Granada team, and the reporters spoke in unison, but they could not get half an answer from Coach Corboni, and the old man's stubborn temperament seemed to be that reporters would not want to pry his mouth open even if they used a shovel.

Coach Corboni made a dozen straight strides towards the locker room, and behind him was a group of pathetic reporters.

"How so? Wouldn't it be enough to simply ask? One of the reporters, who was barricaded at the bar, spoke up to all of his colleagues here, but he still didn't get a response, because Coach Corboni doesn't talk to reporters face-to-face.

Moreover, in the exclusive passage, Coach Corboni is gone.

Sixty seconds later, Coach Corboni reached out and slid open the door of the visiting team's dressing room, and saw that the players were already fiddling with their equipment, and several players were doing simple warm-up movements.

As far as Kirby is concerned, he intuitively feels that Coach Corboni is extraordinarily silent today, and he does not let out some superfluous words in his mouth, although it is reasonable, but he is not too used to it.

In the midst of this moment, out of the corner of his eye, Kirbine sensed that Coach Corboni was walking towards him.

"Hmmm! The person the coach is looking for will definitely be me. Kabine deliberately kept his head down, even though he was surrounded by teammates on either side, but he was convinced that Coach Corboni was going to speak to him.

"Hey~! Youngster! I have two things to say, please hear me clearly! Coach Corboni crossed his hands on his hips with a solemn expression, and his eyes were even more straight at Kabine.

Kabine raised his head in response, tilted his neck, and asked, "Oh~?" Good! Say it! Instructor! ”

Coach Coboni did not lower his voice and said: "If you are invited out for a pre-match briefing, you have to refuse, even if it is arranged by the stadium staff, and then, do your best to get some qiē equipment, you will be in the starting list today, since your right ankle injury has healed, I will make this decision!" ”

There are two pieces of information in that, but Carbine can't ask questions about it, especially the second one, is he idiotic enough to ask Coach Corboni why he is in the starting lineup.

After that, Coach Corboni turned around, didn't leave half a word of nonsense, and walked away.

"Huh? It's good to finally make an official comeback! But just now, I looked at it and saw that Coach Corboni seemed to be a little angry, I'm afraid it was caused by your idiot refusing to sign a new contract! ”

The squirrel's changing position was next to Kirbine, and he bumped his shoulder against Kirbine's shoulder and whispered the words.

Kirbine was quick to reply: "Fart! Where do you see Coach Corboni getting angry and talking, I'll wish you less than ten touches of the ball while you wait a while to play. ”

The squirrel snorted and said, "It's just some broken numbers, not to mention the original meaning, it's just to report to the fans and those writers, what's the use?" ”

Kirbine shook his head with a crooked mouth and said, "Hmph~! Even the basic number jù is not up to standard, do you still have the capital to win? Think again! Idiot! ”

After hearing this, the squirrel immediately gave a feint of stretching out his palm, and this trick worked, and Kirbine twisted his shoulders for a flash, as if he thought that the squirrel guy was really going to slap him......

Then, the two of them buried their heads and laughed.

On the other hand, although Kabine's starting lineup has been privately announced by Coach Cobony, the entire starting list has not been collectively announced. At this moment, Coach Corboni flashed into a corner of the locker room and whispered to the assistant coach: "Listen, I won't be present at the pre-game press conference for a while, and you can attend in my place!" ”

The assistant coach hissed and asked, "Coach!" In this case...... Will it make the media make a fuss? ”

Coach Corboni exhaled and replied, "No matter! But you have to remember that the topic can only be about this game, and you can't say more than those extra questions from reporters, you know? ”

The assistant coach nodded and said, "This...... I know it very well! (To be continued......)