The next day's training continued as usual, everything was as usual.

Calm and calm.

Since tomorrow is the competition day, today I will focus more on recovery training.

Especially after just playing a team training match yesterday, Allegri hoped that the players would build up their physical fitness.

In the tactical training room, the players carefully watched videos of their opponents' recent games.

The assistant coach leaned over and asked Allegri in a low voice: "What happened yesterday?"

Allegri shrugged: "It's okay."

"What do you mean it's okay?"

"No one was injured."

"No one was hurt?"

"Uh... I'm not seriously injured, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

"Well, at least it doesn't seem to be a big problem. So what happened yesterday?"

Looking at the assistant coach's curious eyes, Allegri whispered.

"Yesterday, Balotelli was helped out of the training ground by Long."

"This is all okay..."

"Finally, I got on Long's car, and Ming was with me. We walked together, so there should be no problem."

"should be no problem……"

"Yeah, haven't you seen that Balotelli is obviously much more honest today."

"Well, I'm much more honest. I don't want to mention the No. 9 jersey anymore."

At the end of the day's training, Balotelli was clearly avoiding Long Yu.

Everyone can see it.

Pazzini snickered.

Long Yu didn't take it seriously either.

Changming everything is normal.

After the training, the Milan generals left one after another.

Balotelli is the slowest to pack up his jersey.

For him, putting on and taking off the jersey is definitely much more difficult than passing through and scoring goals.

"Hey kid, hurry up and get dressed. I'll be waiting for you at the door of the training ground in a while."

Balotelli looked out through the opening of his sleeve.

"Long, what do you want to do!"

"Don't worry, I won't hit you this time. I have something else to do with you."

"I don't want the No. 9 jersey anymore, why are you looking for me..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Of course I have something to do with you! Otherwise, I will beat you again right here!"

"I'll go, I'll go, I'll be there in a minute..."

Long Yu walked out of the locker room with his head held high, while Balotelli had a grimace on his face.

Chang Ming walked over and gently patted Balotelli on the shoulder.

Balotelli: "Ah! It hurts me so much!"

Chang Ming: "Oh, sorry, I forgot that you injured your shoulder yesterday."

Balotelli: "What's the matter with you?"

Chang Ming: "Relax, Xiaolong has good things for you, don't worry."

Balotelli: "Whether it's a good thing or not, it doesn't matter. The key is that he is not a good person..."

After leaving the dressing room and arriving at the parking lot, Chang Ming did not get into Long Yu’s car, but into Allegri’s car.

"Coach, let's go first."

"okay."

The two were driving on the road, and Allegri looked puzzled: "Ming, you said there is something important today and you want to have dinner together. What is it about?"

Chang Ming: "Haha, coach, you'll know in a minute. I'll go home and get ready first, and a new friend will be coming soon."

Allegri: "New friend? Who? Do I know him?"

Chang Ming: "You will know soon, haha!"

Allegri can tell that Chang Ming is in a good mood today.

Okay, then I will enjoy my Chinese food.

The car parked downstairs and the two of them went upstairs.

Allegri sat on the sofa to rest and read sports magazines.

Chang Ming is in the kitchen preparing ingredients, side dishes, and stewing soup in advance.

Half an hour later, someone knocked on the door.

Allegri went over to open the door.

"long, you are back."

"Hello, coach!"

"M-Mario? Why are you here too!"

"Hello, coach..."

"I never thought it was you!"

"Coach, I was kidnapped..."

"It's not like it's not like that."

"Coach, I just found out today that there are actually Chinese people in the Italian Mafia..."

"Get out of here! What kind of mafia? I'm still Zhongxingshe!"

"I've also seen that famous Chinese movie, and I knew you were not a good person..."

"Go sit down with the coach while I go to the kitchen to cook!"

"As ordered..."

Long Yu entered the kitchen and helped Chang Ming.

Balotelli and Allegri were sitting on the sofa.

Big eyes and small eyes.

Seeing Balotelli's aggrieved look, Allegri couldn't help laughing.

Allegri has known Balotelli since he played for Inter Milan.

This guy has always been unruly. Even if he encounters a strict coach like Mourinho, he doesn't care and is uninhibited.

Since signing with Milan, this guy has been arrogant and arrogant.

I am still a little worried about whether he will continue to be like this.

Now I'm fine, I suddenly changed from a proud peacock to a defeated rooster.

His eyes were full of cowardice.

Allegri was very curious: "Mario, what happened between you and Long in the locker room yesterday? Can you tell me about it?"

Balotelli shuddered and fell into memories for a moment.

He was not telling Allegri, but talking to himself, his tone full of horror.

"That guy is about the same height as me, and I feel his combat power should be similar to mine, or second only to me.

“I didn’t expect it, he was so fierce!

"Not human at all!

"I waited for him in the locker room first, and he entered the locker room, turned around and locked the door.

"Then I rushed over and kicked him before he could turn around!

"As a result, he turned around as if there were eyes in his back and avoided my kick.

"Then, he bumped into me with his shoulder and knocked me away!

"He is simply not a human, he is a buffalo!
To be continued...