大卫·吉诺拉被烦恼困扰着。“我需要抽支烟。”他说,“为了这件事我需要这样,托特纳姆热刺的训练场和体育中心没有理由不设置自动售烟机。”吉诺拉说起香烟来就像谈论一位朋友。“如果可能的话,我会去设置一个。”停了一会儿吉诺拉渐渐清醒了,他站起身从一个写字台上取了两支烟,他把它们放在嘴里然后按照翰弗瑞·勃加特的方式将其点燃,就像在扮演劳伦·贝克尔的角色一样。他叼着一支点燃的香烟冲着我眨了眨眼,这是一种说不清的不安,尽管我认为这只不过是一次球星与记者之间进行的简单的交谈。吉诺拉透过烟雾注视着我并低声说:“激情。”哦,我的天哪!谁能想到大卫·吉诺拉会这样说起足球。“激情便是一切。如果你不是用心去踢球的话,你就不可能踢好足球。”谈起足球吉诺拉开始兴奋,烟雾中他的目 David Genola was troubled with annoyance. “I need to smoke cigarettes.” “He said,” I need it for that, and there is no reason why Tottenham’s training grounds and sports centers do not have vending machines. “” Cigarettes come like talking about a friend. “If possible, I’ll set one. ” Ginola stepped awake after a while, and he got up and took two cigarettes from a desk, putting them in his mouth and following John Fury Borgat’s way of igniting it is like playing the role of Lauren Becker. He blinked at me with a lighted cigarette and it was a kind of indefinable upset, though I thought it was just a simple conversation between the star and the reporter. Ginolla looked at me through the smoke and whispered: “Passion.” Oh, my dear! Who could think of David Ginolah talking about football? “Passion is everything.If you do not care to play football, then you can not play football. ” Talking about football Ginola excited, smoke in his head