I am Vardy

Five bald heads, plus tattoos on them, made it difficult for the team to concentrate in training, which finally made Moyes very angry.

But tattoos are the private life of the players themselves, and as the coach, he has no control over them at all.

In order to avoid being exposed after the training, Vardy did not take a shower at the training base at all, and went home to rest under the pretext of feeling unwell.

The first thing he did when he got home was to take a shower and change clothes. Not surprisingly, he also washed off the stickers on his head.

So the next morning, Vardy posted a new one, and he was very proud of his wise move.

The same routine as yesterday, Vardy didn't take off his hat until he arrived in the locker room.

"Jamie, how is your health? The five of you have such a good relationship, even if you are not feeling well, you rushed together!"

Captain Will asked Vardy with concern.

What?

The four animals went home without a shower?

Well, what a coincidence!

"Rest for one night, I'm fine!" Vardy replied with a smile. Although the old captain Will is no longer the main force, he is still the leader in the locker room. It is said that he will retire at the end of this season, but he will Stay with the team as an assistant coach.

"Hey, Jamie, why do I feel that the tattoo on your head is different from yesterday?"

On the training ground, after observing for a long time, Carsley asked Vardy suspiciously.

Vardy was very guilty and smiled reluctantly.

"No way, how could the tattoo change! You must be dazzled, I suggest you watch less adult programs!"

At the same time, Vardy was also thinking about whether he had shown his feet!

All the stickers I bought were of the same style, so there should be no problem according to the logic, and Carsley must be joking with me.

Well, that's it!

"Don't talk about Jamie, I think the tattoo on your head is different from yesterday!" Gravesen pointed at Carsley.

This time Carsley hopped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Don't talk nonsense, my tattoo was done by the best tattoo artist, and there will be absolutely no problems!"

A few people looked at Carsley suspiciously. Isn't this guy's reaction a little too big?

There must be a problem!

Slowly gathered around, everyone had bad expressions, as if you will kill you if you don't tell the truth, which made Carsley turn blue with fright.

"This... this... this, I suddenly remembered that there is a restaurant that cooks delicious food, how about my treat tonight?" Carsley accompanied him with a smile, full of flattery.

But it was too late to say anything now, how could a few animals spare him so easily.

Several people pinned him to the ground, and Cahill rubbed Carsley's head vigorously with his thumb.

With Carsley's scream, a piece of the tattoo on his head was rubbed off.

"Fuck! Are you a sticker?"

Seeing what was left on his thumb, Cahill let out a cry.

While several people were in a daze, Carsley seized the opportunity to resist and escape, and struggled vigorously.

But a few animals suppressed him, and his breakout ended in failure. The only result was that he also took a piece from Gravesen's head, and then the tattoo on Granvesen's head was also destroyed.

"This... this..., this is just a rendering. The tattoo artist asked me to see how it looks. If the effect is good, I will get a tattoo according to this pattern!" Gravesen knew that he had revealed his secrets, and explained submissively.

Vardy knelt down to the big guys. It turned out that he was not the only one who thought of using stickers.

"Are you really sorry for me? It's too disrespectful, and I will never play with you again!" Cahill said angrily.

But before he could turn around and leave,

Osman had caught him quickly, and then slapped him on the head.

"What else do you have to explain?" Osman pointed at Cahill's nose in a low voice.

Looking at the sticker in Osman's hand, Cahill was a little speechless, who made this guy put stickers on his head to fool people!

At this time, there is really no need to hide it. Vardy rubbed the mark on his head vigorously, destroying the sticker pattern for everyone to see.

"Okay, stop pretending, everyone is the same, don't blame anyone!"

Several people laughed, leaning forward and back together.

It's such a tacit understanding that even ghost ideas can be thought of together.

But Osman was the only one with a dark face.

"Okay, stop pretending there, you think you look alike!" Gravesen grinned when he saw Osman's strange behavior.

"You bastards, I'm going to fight you! How dare you use stickers to fool people!" Osman was furious, and rushed over to clean up the other people.

But after all, he was alone and weak, and after a weak struggle, he was pushed to the bottom.

"It's still acting, everyone said stop making trouble, you have to be cleaned up to enjoy it, right?" Vardy then went to put the sticker on Osman's head.

Huh?

Why can't it be deducted?

"The tattoo on my head is real!" Osman at the bottom blushed and roared angrily!

In an instant, all four people above jumped up, looking at Osman with expressions full of horror!

Nima, you actually got a tattoo on your head!

I really kneel down to you!

"Brother, you're playing a little big, isn't it obvious that everyone is joking, why are you so stupid and really tattooed on it?" Gravesen said cautiously.

Speaking of this, Osman was even more furious, spit everywhere, "Who the hell knew that you were joking, you said it so swearingly at the time, and you didn't say it was false. The most important thing is, you didn't tell me One sound, I'm the only one who is stupid!"

At this time, Osman really didn't dare to provoke anyone. The four of them laughed and admitted their mistakes, but none of them could calm Osman.

But looking at the spotted tiger on his head, Vardy couldn't help but laugh, this guy is too real and pitiful!

"How about the three young models?" Gravesen said to Osman, who was still furious, and this was also a hemorrhage.

"Not enough, three times at a time, a total of three times, this matter is over, otherwise I will never end with you!" Osman opened his eyes angrily, and his angry look was very scary.

"Okay, okay, no problem, as long as your old man can bear it!" He quickly agreed to Osman's conditions, otherwise Osman might really be able to fight them desperately.

So the next day, only one of the bald and tattooed group of five still had tattoos on their heads, and the other four were bald and had nothing on their heads.

The other teammates on the training field were amazed, could the tattoo be removed so easily?

Whenever the suspicious eyes of his teammates looked at Osman's head, Osman felt ashamed, and he simply died of stupidity!