A childish English sentence attracted Li Tiancheng's attention. Li Tiancheng turned around and saw a little boy riding on the neck of a bearded man waving to him.
"I'll go over there for a moment. If you have time, I'll wait until my training is over before I sign my autographs for you!"
"Go ahead..."
"Don't worry, we have time!"
…
Li Tiancheng nodded towards the bearded man, who responded with a big smile: "Hello, Zhao, this is my son Daniel, he is your fan!"
"Hello," Li Tiancheng looked up at this little boy who looked to be only five or six years old, with beautiful blond hair and sculpted pink hair: "Hello, Daniel."
"Dad, let me down!" Daniel struggled to get off the ground: "Hello Li, you play football so beautifully, they can't stop you!"
"Haha, right?" Li Tiancheng squatted down.
"Am I your first fan in Liverpool? Your compatriots don't count. They knew you much earlier than me!" The little guy was quite serious.
"Of course, you are my first fan!" Li Tiancheng suppressed his laughter and answered seriously.
Daniel was quite satisfied: "Li, have you really taken my uncle's taxi?"
"Your uncle?" Li Tiancheng was a little confused.
"Yeah, my uncle is an Everton fan and a taxi driver. He said that when you first arrived at Melwood Base, you took a taxi with him and you didn't dare to speak in the car. This is not true.
!Right, Lee?”
"Oh~" Li Tiancheng remembered: "I remember, I told you Daniel, your uncle is a good man, but that doesn't mean he can't joke..."
It's a coincidence that we can all be connected in this way. The density of fans here is really high. It would be great if it could be like this in China.
Li Tiancheng said goodbye to these fans and returned to continue training.
Listening to Benitez's explanation attentively, although he wanted to complain about Benitez's interruption of training at any time and his extremely meticulous arrangements, Li Tiancheng still knew what he should do.
"ah!"
A scream caused several people who were surrounding Benitez to look up: Nunez fell to the ground, covering his knees!
"Damn it!" Benitez separated the crowd and walked over.
Soon Nunez was put on a stretcher and left the training ground directly...
"Like a knee injury..."
"I hope it's not too serious..."
"It's hard to say, it's hard to say that you were injured without confrontation..."
"Okay guys, this is football, keep training!"
…
This is really...
Unfortunately, a player's number one enemy—injury—is always hovering over a player's career, and he doesn't know when it will fall.
Li Tiancheng secretly reminded himself that preparations in all aspects must be more meticulous and he must do his best to avoid injuries.
Nunez was injured in his first training session with Liverpool, which was disappointing.
But Liverpool's preparations must continue in full swing.
Owen's farce and the lag in transfer work have almost wiped out the results of Liverpool's pre-season preparations. Now they can only make up for it as soon as possible.
During the seven days of training before the game against Manchester City, Liverpool trained at full capacity every day.
After the arrival of Xavi Alonso and Luis Garcia, Liverpool's thin lineup has finally been strengthened to a certain extent.
However, they cannot participate in Liverpool's home game against Manchester City. After all, they have just joined the team and their integration is not enough.
Liverpool suddenly welcomed four Spanish players into the team. They were naturally regarded as a faction and the direct descendants of Benitez.
This is actually a bit embarrassing. Because of their close relationship with the head coach, other players will be wary of them. After all, secrets in the locker room can only be spread among the players. Who knows if there will be a traitor who secretly tells the head coach?
coach.
Being in a strange environment, several Spaniards naturally and often get together. This situation intensifies the gap between other teammates and them. After all, if they get together to speak Spanish, who knows if they will get together.
He is blatantly speaking ill of himself.
Benitez turned a blind eye to all this. He put all his energy into tactical drills. Now that the team's lineup is relatively neat, the daily training plan must be meticulous and precise, and time cannot be wasted on boring interpersonal relationships.
…
The day before the game against Manchester City, Benitez, who was enthusiastic about directing the team's tactics, finally arranged recovery training as usual. Even Li Tiancheng, who was most enthusiastic about training, quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
During the training break, Li Tiancheng found Carragher to chat.
Carragher's attitude of immediately making up for his mistakes in the last game made Li Tianli immediately feel that this is a reliable guy.
When I have time, I am happy to chat with him, and I can also use his bad accent to practice listening.
"Li, what's going on with your reporter? Why are every question inseparable from the "Chinese Derby"? There are players from the same country on both sides of the game. Isn't this normal? Why do you keep asking endless questions?"
After hearing this, Li Tiancheng raised his head and carefully observed this guy's face.
After getting acquainted with him, I realized that this guy is just an old naughty boy who often makes jokes to you from unexpected angles.
This guy looked serious at the moment, but at first glance he was not serious: "Jamie, what on earth do you want to say?"
"Pfft~~," Carragher couldn't help but laugh: "You reporters are so cute, you actually let a group of guys who know nothing about you comment on China. Those words are just made up. They are still serious,
Record it seriously, are they really reporters? Don’t they dig holes for others? Hahaha, they are such a group of kind people!"
Li Tiancheng rolled his eyes: "What's so funny about this." Of course they won't dig it for you, you are just tools who are responsible for saying nice things.
"Okay, stop laughing, tell me about the powerful people in Manchester City." Li Tiancheng grabbed Carragher, who was so exaggerated that he was about to bend over.
"Don't you have a compatriot in Manchester City? Why don't you ask him to find out?" Carragher stopped smiling and reached out to touch his eyes.
"Have you been infected by those idiots? They are all professional players. Who would leak their own information to their opponents?" After Li Tiancheng finished speaking, he saw Carragher laughing so hard that tears came out.
Li Tiancheng planned not to speak until Carragher stopped himself. This guy didn't know what medicine he took wrong today. It was inexplicable and he didn't know what the point of the joke was. It was better not to irritate him and let him speak for himself...
…
While I was struggling, I heard a familiar Spanish voice coming from behind me. I looked back and saw Luis Garcia, Xavi Alonso, and Josemi chatting together again.
This was nothing at first, but thinking of the awkward atmosphere in the team, Li Tiancheng still said: "Louis..."
"What's the matter, Lee?" Garcia felt awkward as soon as he spoke. Lee spoke in English and he answered in Spanish, which was a bit awkward.
Li Tiancheng ignored this and continued to speak in English: "Luis, can you tell us how to get along with Mr. Benitez? I just know that you have worked with him before." I still don't believe it, and you can't change it.
I always have a habit of chatting privately.
"Li, you~ speak slower..." Garcia changed into stumbling English: "You speak too fast, I can't understand."