"Rafa, that guy's at it again."
Ayerstaren nervously glanced at Boas in front of the Chelsea coaching bench.
Boas clenched his fists.
Standing by the sidelines, muttering continuously; although his eyes were shut, his face remained tense.
Such lengthy chanting and mysterious behavior inevitably made one think of witchcraft.
"Alright."
Benitez stopped his work, placed the toads back, and sighed, saying, "Looks like we'll have to let Eugenie and Napoleon III play."
These were a pair of frogs he spotted while dining at a French restaurant some time ago.
Since he first saw them, Benitez felt an immense magic power.
However, they haven't been trained yet, and Benitez didn't want them to play too early.
Training frogs is much harder than training players.
"Rafa, are you really letting them out?"
Ayerstaren asked more nervously.
Benitez and he just held the container of "Napoleon" and "Eugenie," grumbling about traffic.
A chain collision happened right in front of them.
