In Bakovka it was crowded. In addition to football players, coaches and journalists, Loko veterans arrived, as well as almost the entire leadership. There was only President of Russian Railways Vladimir Yakunin. But he was perfectly replaced by the chairman of the club’s board of directors, Sergey Lipatov.
Yuri Semin and Anatoly Byshovets walked around the lobby and, seeing the camera turned on or the camera aimed at them, tried to say something to each other. But mainly football players took their attention.
- Why are you dyed your hair again? - Semin looked in surprise at Vladimir Maminov. He was embarrassed and did not answer.
- Gamarjoba, genatsvale! - greeted Byshovets Malkhaz Asatiani. He looked at the coach with undisguised amazement. - See? I learned Georgian especially for you.
“Yes, yes,” Malkhaz nodded absently. “Where will the meeting be?”
It seemed that he did not understand whom he was talking to.
“Malkhaz, you won’t go to the gym like that,” Byshovets looked around the football player, who seemed ready to go on the field and train hard. - You can not do it this way.
- Is this what they will not let me in, or what? - surprised Asatiani.
“Not in these clothes,” Byshovets said firmly. And he won the argument. Asatiani went upstairs to change clothes, and the coach added authority.
Semin watched this dialogue with some jealousy.
In the dining room calmly drank Finigno tea. He seemed to not understand what kind of people were around and why such a stir.
“Did you get the uniform?” - Asked him a club employee.
“You got the uniform,” the Brazilian repeated, but already in the affirmative.
- Are you okay?
- Are you okay.
Russian has become a native language for the guy.
Vadim Evseev walked around the cloudy base, like Moscow weather.
- Vadim, happy birthday! - congratulated his journalists.
“Ahem-ahem, me .. thanks,” said the defender with the air, as if he had been asked for a loan.
Players generally looked intimidated. Two television groups lined up the stairs and tried to intercept someone to recall the first meeting. It was not there.
- Dmitry, can I say a few words? - They rushed to Sychev.
The forward took air and circled the journalists, rushing into the dining room.
- I can not talk. I have lunch, ”Oleg Pashinin spun.
- I have no time. I have it later, ”Diniyar Bilyaletdinov pointed to the ceiling.
Dmitry Loskov and Vadim Evseev refused to speak twice.
Byshovets watched this calmly.
- Anatoly Fedorovich, why are your players silent?
“I don’t know, there were no prohibitions,” Byshovets pressed his hand to his heart, demonstrating sincerity in a Malofeyev way.
- Well, this is not a European approach. So in modern clubs they don’t work, they shamed him.
“What about me?” What can i do?
- So you are the head coach ?!
- I ... - Anatoly Fedorovich thought for a couple of seconds. - But Loskov did not speak with you? Now I will bring him.
“Dmitry, wait,” he caught the captain on the stairs. - Go talk to reporters. Go said!
Loskov had no choice but to obey. Byshovets tamed over the evening the second club leader.
- What are you complaining about right away? - Dmitry was a bit offended by the press.
Lokomotiv veterans with whom the leadership met sat on a sofa and watched what was happening with genuine surprise. One of them got up and went to the reporters:
- You better take off Sokolov’s. He scored the most for the club.
The television people nodded absently.
“Or Dima Sychev ...” the veteran suddenly turned his attention. - Dima, come here.
- What? - he stopped.
- The press wants to talk to you.
“No, I went,” smiled the striker.
- What, Dima Sychev, caught star disease ?! - the footballer shouted after him, in whose times it was impossible to imagine such a situation.
A smile slipped from Sychev’s face. He even turned a little pale, but still proceeded to his room.
The press conference with the participation of Byshovets was almost disrupted by team doctor Alexander Yardoshvili.
- What is the press conference? He asked, trying to block the entrance to the dining room. - I do not know anything. We need to cover.
“Ten minutes in total ...” exhorted him.
- What ten minutes? No time.
“At least five.”
“Okay,” the doctor surrendered. - Not more.
Byshovets, anxiously listening to this dialogue, quickly took a chair and asked to immediately ask questions.
The authority here is still to increase and increase ...
Alexey Shevchenko