Make Them Run Themselves Dead!

"What do you see when you look at this Liverpool team?"

In the tactical meeting room at Tottenham Hotspur's training base in Enfield, North London, all the Tottenham players had gathered together.

Pochettino stood at the front, with a large screen behind him.

The image on the screen was paused on footage of Liverpool winning the league title two days earlier.

It was paused at the exact moment when the Crayon Shin-chan design on Chen Anno's backside was plainly visible.

The meeting room fell silent for several seconds. No one spoke.

Pochettino frowned and swept his gaze over the players present.

He happened to spot Dele Alli, seated in the back row, seemingly lost in thought.

"Dele!"

Alli jolted and abruptly raised his head. "Boss?"

"You tell me. What do you see?"

Alli stood up, glanced at the frozen image on the screen, and blurted out, "Boss, I see Crayon Shin-chan."

Pfft...!

The entire meeting room instantly erupted in laughter.

Trippier, sitting beside him, laughed so hard he practically curled up beneath his chair, his shoulders shaking.

Even the usually stern Lloris could not stop the corner of his mouth from twitching.

Pochettino was so angry smoke practically came out of his nose.

As one of England's widely recognized young talents, Alli was full of flair on the pitch, fearless and combative, and had won the PFA Young Player of the Year award for two consecutive years.

But the guy had an unruly personality, lacked discipline, and was easily distracted by outside influences.

Pochettino knew all that, but every time he saw that careless attitude of his, he could not help getting angry.

He opened his mouth, intending to berate him, but after thinking it over, he could only wave helplessly. "Sit down."

Alli quickly sat down and jabbed Trippier