i am gun king

Chapter 193 Emergencies and Discipline

After the big victory, Arsenal's morale was high, but an unexpected incident broke the peace of mind of Li Yuxin and Wenger.

"So much media attention, it's just a training camp..." Walcott looked at the media that surrounded the training ground, most of which he was familiar with, from England...

Gareth next to him.Bale nodded in agreement. In his memory, he would not have seen so much media even in Southampton.Of course, what he knows is that here, Wenger is the king, so many media he doesn't like are directly blocked out of the gate, and it is impossible to get close to the training ground.

"Now that we are a strong team and big stars, we naturally attract more media attention." Flamini shrugged, with an expression of "I'm from here."He joined the team half a year earlier than Walcott, and has been the main midfielder since joining the team. He is indeed qualified as an "old man" in front of Walcott.

Flamini stretched his waist, "Training, competition, going back to the dormitory to play video games... These days are so boring—heh..."

"But that's what the boss told us to do," retorted Bell.

Flamini looked at the still childish Bell, and laughed: "Little monkey, you are still young, there are some things you don't understand...how about

Want to see heaven? "

Walcott patted Bell on the shoulder and said to Flamini: "Don't treat Gareth like a three-year-old, you want to go to Soho, don't you?"

Flamini, who was spotted, scratched his head in embarrassment: "Oh, it's a pity not to take a look since we're here." He looked at the head coach Wenger in the distance, and then leaned over and laughed, "The boss won't know anyway. He spends all night studying the video in his room...it's so boring!"

"But this is..." Bell wanted to move Wenger out, but Flamini directly covered his mouth.

"It's not a big deal just to look around.  …Ah yo!"

This time Flamini, who hates iron and steel, knocked Bell on the head.

Walcott thought for a while: "It seems that there is really no... Leeds also has it, but it won't come out so openly..."

"That's it, this is the characteristic! It's the culture of a country, do you know the culture?" Flamini seduced the two teammates carefully. "...It's really enviable! We're not really going to do anything, we're just going to visit and have a look. The League Cup is about to start, do I still dare to mess around?"

"Don't worry..." Seeing that Bell was still frowning and hesitating, he continued, "We won't let the coach know. We promise to come back before eleven o'clock. It's so close to Soho, and it only takes three to ten minutes by bus. Let's just go to the street and no one will care... How, how? Go after dinner!"

Flamini originally wanted to do this kind of thing alone, but Van Persie's words reminded him, who knows what will happen in such a place at night?It's better to bring two more people, so that everyone can take care of each other when they move together.But this matter can't be let more people know, who knows if someone will report to the coach?
To be honest, both Walcott and Bell are young people who are full of curiosity and full of longing for family names. It must be a lie to say that they have no interest in Soho.Now there is a person who takes the lead, encourages, and moves his heart.

Anyway, if he really came back before eleven o'clock, the boss would definitely not know. These days, when everyone went to the street to play at night, he didn't even ask.Like Flamini said, they just went to see, not really what to do, it shouldn't be a problem... right?

"Okay, I'll go!" Walcott made up his mind, and then looked at Bell.

Bell and Walcott were good friends when they were in the youth team. Later, they were transferred to the first team one after the other, and the friendship continued from the youth team to the adult team.If Walcott is going, Bell will not stop, although he is still a little afraid of Wenger and Li Yuxin.

Under the gaze of Walcott and Flamini, Bell finally nodded.

Flamini smiled: "Listen, this is a little secret between the three of us. No one can tell it. If they ask, they will say that we went to the town to play. Do you understand?"

"En!" The two nodded heavily, even if Flamini didn't remind them, they knew that of course they couldn't tell about this matter.Just say it and it's over...

Although the boss can usually joke with everyone, no big or small, but when he gets angry, he will immediately transform into a terrible person.

Pat came out again and blew the whistle in his mouth. "Break time is over, lads!"

Flamini winked at Walcott and Bale, turned and ran back to the training ground.

After a day of training
As soon as the coaches left, Flamini called Walcott and Bell out of the gate of the training base, and ran towards the "paradise" in their minds under the setting sun...

45 minutes later, three young men in casual clothes appeared on the streets of Soho.

When the sun rose from the east in a new day, Bell opened his eyes and woke up from his sleep.After he saw clearly the environment he was in, he finally let out a sigh of relief.

This is indeed in the team's dormitory, not in a brothel in Soho.

Throughout the night, he kept repeating a dream that his coach and boss knew about his stroll in Soho.The boss didn't lose his temper, but seeing their disappointed faces was like a sky-falling nightmare for Bell.

He dreamed of the training base where he was kicked out, packed his luggage alone and took the plane back to Wales, and then was surrounded by countless media at the airport.

Surrounded by jeers, he couldn't move or breathe...until he woke up.

Bell turned over and sat up, his back was wet with sweat, the sound of flushing water came from the bathroom, and Walcott had already got up.

He rubbed his face with his hands, trying to wake himself up.

Walcott comes out of the back bathroom. "Go and wash your face, little monkey."

"Aaron." Bell turned his head to look at his good friend, "We...will be fine, right?"

Walcott froze for a moment, then shrugged with a smile: "What can be the matter? Didn't we come back on time yesterday? No one found us over there, and everything was perfect!" He made a "V"-shaped gesture, "Go wash up, and then go out to have breakfast. If you are late, there will be problems."

Hearing this, Bell stood up from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

Wenger stretched on the bed before getting up.Sleep is the most important activity in a person's life. Only adequate sleep can ensure a full day of work and study.

Just as he finished washing and walked out of the bathroom, the phone rang.

"Hello."

Wenger was a little surprised by the caller. He originally thought it was Lee or Steve Lawley, but he didn't expect it to be reporter Pierce.Bruce.

"Good morning, Mr. Reporter. Do you want to start the interview so early? But I haven't dressed yet." Wenger spread his hands,
Bruce's face was not very good, he shook his head: "Arthur, I think there is something I have to tell you..." Then he handed some newspapers in his hand to Wenger.

"I just got a call from a friend in the morning telling me what happened last night. I wasn't surprised by that, but the bad news is that the rest of the media didn't think so..."

Wenger looked down at the newspapers his wife took out of the postbox. There were French and English newspapers. The common feature was that they all had four photos on prominent positions on the sports page. The protagonists in the photos were all three familiar faces——Flamini, Theo Walcott and Gareth Bale.

The shot is not clear, a little blurry, and the angle is not too good, it can be seen that it is a candid shot.And the background of these three faces is...the bustling street under the neon lights.

"It's just shopping together, what's the fuss?" He wanted to return the newspaper in confusion. "I allow them to move freely every night, don't the players play outside these days?"

Bruce didn't answer, but pointed to the photos in the newspaper and said, "These photos were not taken on the street, but in Soho."

Hearing this name, Wenger was a little surprised. He looked down at the photo carefully, trying to see some clues from it.

"Shot in Soho," Bruce went on, "a couple of reporters who were out there having fun came across these three guys on the street..."

Wenger looked up at Bruce, who was still explaining to him, as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The nutritionists and chefs brought by Arsenal are responsible for the three meals a day during the training camp. The whole team, from the coaches to the players, all eat together without any exception.

During breakfast, everyone gathered together to eat and chat. Flamini, Bell and Walcott got together and sat in an unobtrusive corner, discussing the excitement of last night in a low voice.

Bell didn't seem to be paying attention, he was looking around.

"Hey, little monkey, what are you looking at?" Flamini stretched out his hand and waved in front of Bell's eyes, but did not attract his attention.

"Boss and Boss are not here." Bell said while looking around, "Assistant Tang and Assistant Chris Rack are not here either..."

In the end, his voice trailed off, a little panicked.

Hearing what Bell said, Walcott and Flamini hurriedly raised their heads and searched the crowd, but they did not see the figures of the three coaches.

Usually everyone eats together, the head coach, the assistant coach and the boss, why are they not here this morning?
The three of them looked at each other, and they all saw a trace of panic on each other's faces.

"Hey, are you okay?" Walcott looked at Flamini.

Flamini didn't know how to answer him, but murmured, as if comforting Walcott, but also as if convincing himself: "Maybe they have something else..."

Just when the three were uneasy, Wenger finally appeared at the door of the restaurant with two assistant coaches and Li Yuxin.

Wenger first stood at the door and glanced at the team, and then took someone to find an empty table to sit down and start eating.

He didn't say anything when he scanned the audience, his face was expressionless, and it was impossible to tell what was going on in his heart.

The three of Flamini could only eat in a hurry with their heads down, hoping to leave this uncomfortable place as soon as possible.

Just as they were about to get up and leave after eating in twos, Wenger spoke.

"Young, Walcott, Bell."

The three of them froze.

"Come to my room in 10 minutes. I have something to discuss with you..." Wenger lowered his head and said casually. At the same time, he fiddled with the ham on the plate with a fork, and then cut it with a knife. The metal and the porcelain plate made a crisp sound when they collided.

After Bell heard the voice, he shrank his neck suddenly. He seemed to have seen that the things in his dream were gradually becoming reality...

The players were a little surprised that the head coach suddenly called three people to his room. They looked at the three teammates standing in the middle of the restaurant in surprise, not knowing what happened.

"Now you can go." Wenger waved his hand, he was still holding a table knife, shining in the morning sun.

As soon as the three of them left, there was a lot of discussion in the restaurant. Everyone was guessing what mistakes the three had made, because the boss' voice sounded like he was definitely not in a good mood right now.

Wenger ignored everyone's speculation, and he dealt with the ham and fried eggs on the plate without saying a word.It's just that when he chews, his movements are a little bigger...

Three or ten minutes later, three players appeared in Wenger's room with mournful faces.

Wenger was watching TV at the time—the TV was on, and he was staring at the screen, but the speakers were blaring his perfect English, and what was being played was an extremely boring TV commercial...

Hearing the three people push the door in, Wenger waited for them to stand by the bed for a while before turning to look at them.

"Why do you have such an expression? Didn't you guys have a great time last night?" He held the TV remote control in his hand and played with it repeatedly.

When the three of them heard this, they felt as if they had been hit by a bolt from the blue, knowing that what happened last night had been revealed.Before they came, they hid the past from Li Li, but now it seems that the prepared rhetoric is completely useless.

"You must be wondering how I know?" Wenger threw the newspaper over, "If you don't pay after you're done having fun, people will come to your door."

This is of course ridicule. The three of them looked down and saw the photos of themselves playing in Soho appeared in the newspapers. They understood everything...it must have been secretly photographed by a reporter.

Now "people get stolen goods at the same time", any refutation is useless.

The three were completely silent.Bell was silent because he was afraid, while Flamini and Walcott didn't know what to say.

"Why don't you talk, men? Oh, should I first congratulate you for becoming men last night? You will go from immature to mature, from mature to more mature...it's so fucking ripe!" He swears without warning, making the three people who bowed their heads tremble.

"No, I didn't..." Bell tremblingly opened his mouth to defend himself.

"You don't care about you? Gareth Bell, that's amazing. How does a woman's body feel? And you, Aaron Walcott!" Wenger looked at Bell's bedmate, "I hope you don't sprint on women as fast as you do on the court!"

Bell was so scolded that he didn't dare to speak anymore, so he could only bear it silently with his head down.

The expression on Walcott's face was also awkward.

After scolding the two little ones, Wenger turned his attention to Flamini.His tone softened a bit: "Yang, I know... just with those two boys, it is impossible to think of going to that kind of place anyway, right?"

Flamini knew what the boss meant by saying that. He nodded: "It's my idea, boss. It has nothing to do with them. I forced them away."

Wenger moved his face closer and stared at Flamini carefully.

"You are quite responsible..." He withdrew his gaze and turned to the other two boys. "But you don't want to earn any impression points from me with this. You three...I'm not against you looking for women to entertain your boredom, but not now! Do you know why I'm so angry? I'm not afraid of those media because they caught you. They want to make a fuss and let them do it!"

He waved his hand vigorously, really didn't care.

"Remember what I told you when I first came here? What did I say? I told you not to go there, right? Do you remember? Did you forget, or did you not take what I, the manager, said at all?"

There is no answer to this question.

"I...we didn't forget, boss, and it's not...it's not serious..." Flamini stammered, "it's just..."

"It's just that lust overcame reason, right?"

"Yes..." Flamini nodded hastily.

"So, do you really do it?"

Flamini suddenly realized that he might have been fooled, and he quickly shook his head again: "No! We just went there to have a look, and came back after turning around! Absolutely did not do that... No!" Just kidding, if he said that he really did it, the boss's expression would be terrible, and it must not be said. "We're just curious, there's never been a place that's been put out there like that... So, we wanted to go and see... Look, that's it, boss."

Wenger quietly listened to Flamini's explanation, and then looked at Bell and Walcott. "Did you do it?"

The two shook their heads: "No..."

Wenger stared at Bell for a long time, then turned around and walked back to the sofa, sat down on his buttocks, and raised his legs.

"Really didn't do it?"

This time the three of them replied in unison: "I really didn't do it!"

After a moment of silence, Wenger sighed: "I am very disappointed in you... You are professional players, you rely on this to make money and live, your body is the only thing you can rely on and trust, but you don't know how to cherish it. I don't want to give examples of how many talented players in the world have been ruined by indiscriminate private lives since modern football began. You should know this better than I do, because your body belongs to you! If one day you lose your shape and are squeezed out by others, there is no loss for me. I will find another batch of outstanding players. Players come here, but what about you? Go to the low-level leagues and hang out, thinking about your own...***** glory days!? I still say the same thing: Who do you think you are playing for? Because of my request? For the club and the team? For the fans?

Wenger took a breath and looked at the three people who bowed their heads without saying a word.

"It's no longer a question of whether you did or didn't do it. It's a question of your attitude, your attitude towards professional football. Professional football is fair, it will not treat anyone who works hard and plays hard, and it will not give special favor to any bastard who wants to steal and play opportunistically! I hope you will remember this sentence and think about it... What kind of road are you going to take?

In the first few years of his career, he had a lot of glory, a lot of money, honors and beauties, no worries about food and drink, and what he wanted, he was admired by thousands of people.Then quickly fell to the point where you went to low-level leagues to seek opportunities. Is this the way you want to go? "

The three shook their heads at the same time.

"You are still young, and you still have a long way to go. I hope you can take care of yourself..." Wenger waved his hand, indicating that they can leave, "Oh, yes, go back to normal training. After the training, review in front of the whole team and admit your mistakes. I won't fine you, but you don't want to participate in the next game."

The three nodded and left the room. The punishment result was kind enough for the three of them. At least Wenger didn't send them to the reserve team for reflection in a fit of anger.

Seeing that the door was closed, Wenger rubbed his temples.

The most worrying thing still happened, but what Li Yuxin was worried about was the impact on the club and the team as a whole.What Wenger is worried about is the impact of this kind of thing on the future of the three parties.He doesn't want the person he fancy to become the next Whiteside (the famous talented star of Manchester United and Ireland in the 80s, who retired prematurely at the age of 26 because of alcoholism and frequent injuries) or George.Best (if it wasn't for alcoholism and women, he could have become another football king), his corrupt private life has ruined countless talented players after commercialization has fully invaded football, as many as there are stars in the sky.

Gareth Bale, Theo Walcott and Flamini are among the outstanding youngsters he personally selected. He hopes that these people can still play high-level football for the team for more than ten years in a healthy way, instead of being sold by him prematurely.You know, he watched these young people grow up step by step with his own eyes. To a certain extent, it was as if he had raised the grown-up children with his own hands and sold his own children. Who would want to do this?

Wouldn't Ferguson have been heartbroken when he sold Whiteside and McGrath?
And Wenger himself had mixed feelings when he decided to give up Pennant!
And as the captain of the team, Li Yuxin is waiting for them in the locker room, and today the family law will be enforced!
　Sorry, an update today!But I will work harder during the holidays, forgive me, forgive me

　　
　
(End of this chapter)