"I actually scored a hat-trick."

Diego Costa's lips have been twitching since he left the game, and the intense excitement has made it difficult for him to control his facial expressions.

It was the first hat-trick of his career.

Although it doesn't have the courage of people blocking and killing people and ghosts killing ghosts as imagined.

But you just say the ball went in or not.

"You have to get used to it."

Levi patted him on the shoulder and said in an old-fashioned manner, "If you set a limit on yourself psychologically, you won't be able to enter four." ”

"I've got it back for you."

Zabaleta teased and punched Costa hard in the back, he certainly wasn't talking about Levi.

Thanks to Levi's clever assist, he pumped out that sharp volley that opened the scoring shortly there.

It was highly likely that the goal of Mallorca would have been penetrated.

How well the ball was pressed and how hard it was pumped, but it was ruined by this kid who had taken the shit luck.

Is it easy for a defender to score a goal?

"FIFA's new rules, a goal scored in the face doesn't count."

Pareha grinned beside him, took water from the box next to him, and tossed a bottle to Costa.

"Hey, Costa, I haven't heard of your hat-trick in two minutes."

Tamudo sarcastically said on the side, he was really uncomfortable, and he actually rubbed such a big wave of data for this kid in one rotation.

But Tamudo thought about it for a moment, and the goal scored in the face was better not to happen to him.

Zabaleta's thighs, which are almost the thickness of a man's head, are really no joke.

Diego Costa, who couldn't stand the ridicule, scolded back a few words, and was immediately thrown to the ground by the united crowd, and there was a mess in the away dressing room, with more than a dozen people scuffling together for a long time.

“fuck！ Don't press me in Diego's face, his stubble is too prickly! ”

I don't know who shouted.

Diego Costa poked his head out of the crowd and took a deep breath.

Pochettino walked into the dressing room, looked at the crowd and didn't say anything, just glanced at De La Pena lightly.

De la Pena's first half was quite impressive, holding the ball on several occasions and having the highest pass completion rate in the team.

But a low success rate and zero interceptions is a bit excessive.

Pochettino is a good man, but he's too embarrassed to challenge a veteran like De la Pena when his team is winning.

He hadn't featured in a long time and in the second half Pochettino decided to make three substitutions at once.

When looking at De La Pena, Pochettino could see the hope in the veteran's eyes.

Speaking of which, De la Pena can also be regarded as a victim of Levi after he became the core.

After Levi, who has an amazing average of runs per game and a strong ability to get rid of the ball, becomes the core of the ball, a player like him who needs other midfielders to protect in order to be effective.

After a little thought, Pochettino decided to let him play the whole game.

[Tamudo replaces Diego Costa]

[Luis Garcia replaces Levy]

[Roman Martinez replaces Hurtado]

It shouldn't be a big problem to have Roman Martinez, who has strong interception ability, to protect him and wipe his ass.

"Jurado crossed to Martí and it was De la Pena's misposition, how many times did he lose his position in this game?"

Marty got away with the ball and tangled up with Coentrão.

Arango stepped in and walked the ball straight from Marty's feet into the box.

"It's too dangerous for this position, the Venezuelan is a master of long-range shots!"

He Wei quickly explained the situation on the field, and no one expected the situation to change so dramatically.

"Arango is down! Arango is down! ”

"There was no need for a foul at all, the referee ran over, was it in the penalty area?"

There was a sudden burst of cursing and boos on the pitch, and a topaz card was raised high from the referee's hand.

Pochettino, on the sidelines, clenched his fists and swung them in the air as if to smash something.

'Thankfully, the referee signalled a free-kick and with 78 minutes to play, Mallorca had a great free-kick opportunity up front.

"In the second half, they stubbornly made it 2-3!"

He Wei's forehead was about to bead of sweat, and the situation in the second half was far more anxious than in the first half.

Manzano's side made changes in midfield and seized limited chances in the second half to launch a fierce attack on the Spaniard's left flank.

The fast and sturdy Arango seemed to be hanging this time, and several times he entered the hinterland through unreasonable strong bursts.

Just five minutes into the game, David Navarro found Aduris in the box with a long ball, who leaped high to head the ball back to Jurado.

Jurado calmly did not choose to go directly past the defender's blockade, but faked on the spot to block Bélange.

Then he passed the ball to Aduris, who was not offside and fired a right-footed shot into the air.

In the 60th minute of the game, it was Aduriz who received a long diagonal pass from Arango and swept a right-footed shot into the near corner from 10 yards from the goal.

At this point, the game lasted seventy-six minutes.

The referee blew the whistle, and Fernando Barrera, who was standing in the penalty position, ran and hit the goal.

A powerful volley with a noticeable drop pierced the Spaniard's goal.

Levi sat on the bench and looked at the situation on the field with a gloomy face.

When the referee blew the final whistle, he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately it was the regular season.

A draw away from home accumulates a point, which is a perfectly acceptable result.

"Nightclubs in Parva. Very regional. ”

In the hotel, the Brazilian player said weakly, blowing the note on his face with his mouth.

Due to the team's overall poor performance throughout the second half, Pochettino banned the players from asking to go out and experience the local culture.

A group of people stayed in the hotel lounge and were bored playing poker.

Gambling is definitely not allowed in the team during the game, but fortunately, Levi came up with this genius solution.

The gambling interest of a group of people is even higher than usual.

Riella, with a wide face, stared at a pair of dead fish eyes, only his face was empty as a gambler, and the people sitting around him were plastered like mummies.

"Where's Levi?"

"He said it was too noisy and there were no books."

Cesar Azpilicueta turned back from a distance, his phone still tucked around his neck, and a big grin on his lips.

Levi took a sip of coffee from the table in one hand.

Suddenly I remembered that it was late, and drinking coffee would affect my sleep.

Sara Caponero glides lightly through the dimly lit room, her polished toes gently sinking into the soft carpet.

There was only a dim reading lamp in the room, and Parva's light filtered in through the gauzy curtains, casting a faint glow over her curved shoulders.

She wore a pale gray low-cut top, her round and slender legs wrapped in light stockings, her shoulders and half of her breasts were exposed, and the waist was designed to show off her figure well.

Between her slender fingers was a book.

It's early autumn, and the weather has turned cooler, but the air conditioner in the apartment sends a warm breeze, and the warm air seems to be stagnant, wrapping her graceful body.

She looked into the corner not far away, and could hear her own breath coming out of her nose.

Sara is just twenty-four years old, her skin and curves maintain youthful vitality, the years have brought her only a hazy light gauze-like temperament, and those deep eyes have brought her a lazy and mysterious charm.

She sat softly beside Levi, her plump, round thighs naturally overlapping, and her dark chestnut curls as thick and curled as the tide of the sea scattered over her shoulders.

Her phone was on her lap, and Levi pulled it out of his arms and dialed it.

As soon as the screen lit up, the fine hum of electronic components seeped into the skin through the texture of the nylon fabric, like small insects tickling.

For the past day, a thought has been swirling in her mind.

"What are you reading?"

The cell phone in Levi's arms rang, and he asked when the call was connected.

"You're a little bored"

Sara frowned in displeasure, and the four voices overlapped in the space with a sense of magic.

"Read me a paragraph." Levi said.

But she tried to move her lips, feeling a little dry, and she was still unsure of what tone to use, and finally she had to reach out and pull the shoulder strap, and the scattered folded silk lines gradually straightened, and the V-shaped edge covered the two clouds of hazy snow, and sat up, and said in a lovely tone:

"I don't know of a single player who would be interested in Rilke's poems."

Levi smiled, this woman is really interesting, "How do you know I'm not interested if you don't read it." ”

A delicate voice sounded in the darkness.

"This is the mine of the soul, vague, far away"

There was a rustling sound, and Sarah's gradually ragged snort disrupted the otherwise clear recitation.

They were silent. The earth walks through the darkness."

Two vague shadows slowly approached in the darkness, and the slender and soft body crashed into Levi's arms, letting out a delicate murmur.

Levi wrapped his hand around Sarah's waist, feeling his curled and fluffy hair cover his chin, the burning breath tickling his neck with a staccato faint mark.

"It's like. A fruit, full of its own mystery. with sweetness. Well. ”

The delicate touch stretched along Levi's muscular waist, and Levi reached out to support the crook of her leg.

He reached out and brushed the messy hair from the hostess's face, and fine sweat was oozing from her forehead.

"Her sexuality is like a young flower, closed in the night."

The mentality collapsed

(End of chapter)