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Chapter 165 Impressions of Lisbon

October 21, Lisbon, Portugal.

Lisbon is not only a place with a long history of culture, but also advocating modern trends.

AC Milan players have no time to visit such scenic spots and places of interest, and they spend all their time in the gym.

AC Milan has contracted a floor of the gym. At present, 10% of Gattuso's devil training plan has been carried out, and two projects have been carried out.

One is a 35-kilometer run in the gym, and the other is a [-]-kilometer run with a ball.

——These two items have been repeated many times, and only yesterday was a test.

Wang Feng only ticked the first part, and he couldn't do the second task at all.

He just ran for four or ten minutes before falling to the ground.

The best result now is just a training pass.

If you want to pass two training sessions, that's something Mbappe can do. — or Bolt.

"Everyone, welcome to your daily living place: the Holmes place gym!" Gattuso welcomed everyone very "happy".

The hotel is right next to it and the players just walked for 5 minutes and arrived.

Gattuso still dragged the football and sat in it. The environment here is first-class and perfect.

AC Milan will be present, so of course it needs to be reserved.

The entire gym costs about [-] euros a day, which is not too expensive for the consortium.

"Get on the treadmill! Warm up for 10 kilometers in 35 minutes!" When the players entered the gym and came to the treadmill, Gattuso's tone changed and he yelled directly.

Without any hesitation, the players quickly increased their speed to 35 kilometers per hour after getting on the treadmill, and then started running immediately.

In this huge gym, the players stood in a row and ran, and there were various fitness programs beside them.

"Guys, do you want to experience the feeling of swimming?" Gattuso went outside, tested the water temperature, and then walked in and asked.

Swimming is a sport that football players are never good at.

"But we can't swim, so we can only ride spinning bikes in the water."

After Gattuso finished speaking, the players were still running, and Gattuso had directed the staff to lift the spinning bike into the water.

Although it may be necessary to add some money, it is a trivial matter for Gattuso.

Wang Feng is ready. After finishing the run, the players got off the treadmill, and their amount of exercise has arrived.

Wang Feng took off his shirt, his skin was darkened and covered with sweat.

But the basic body muscle lines have been highlighted.

The players didn't take a shower. After wiping their bodies, they put on shorts, took off their shoes and socks, put on a pair of brand new sneakers, and looked at this terrifying swimming pool for them.

"Get ready for the water," Gattuso said, and the hearts of the players quickened.

"Enter the water." After Gattuso finished speaking, the players had become training machines. They had no thoughts or feelings, and they would not resist, because if they resisted, they would be fired.

Although it is said that no player has been expelled now.

Players sit on spinning bikes with pool water up to their chests.

The players are all in their positions, with their center of gravity forward, waiting for Gattuso's whistle.

"Start." After Gattuso finished speaking, the players all began to pedal bicycles. They all reached a speed of more than ten kilometers at the beginning, and they were sprinting towards twenty kilometers.

Now that the water has a strong impact, the speed of the players will naturally not be too fast, and they are not professional cyclists.

"Accelerate, accelerate!" Gattuso finished speaking, and the water was splashed up immediately, and it came to the faces of the players.

The players were very warm at this time, although the water was very cold.

"At least twenty kilometers!" After Gattuso finished speaking, the players' feet were almost out of control. They were pedaling, and Gattuso was checking beside them.

The speed of the players became faster and faster, until the end, the spinning bikes were almost trampled to waste by them.

bathhouse.

It was steaming inside, with a string of clothes hanging outside, and the players were sweating profusely in the bathroom.

Hot water gushes out, which is a relief to all players.

— they have enjoyed the pleasure of cold water all morning.

"I'm fucking going to transfer!" Romagnoli opened his throat and cursed in the bathroom.

"Who doesn't want to..." Liu Haobo said, and Real Madrid is still waiting for him.

This kind of devil training is indeed very difficult for the players.

Wang Feng is still enjoying the joy of taking a bath.

"What do you think of Real Madrid?" Cutrone next to him asked Wang Feng through a wall.

Wang Feng is very familiar with Cutrone, and this player will soon become Liu Haobo's successor.

As long as Liu Haobo leaves this season, he will become the main right winger.

"The strength is very strong, there are many stars, and the name is too crazy." Wang Feng only said these three words, the first two words are commendatory, and only the last word is derogatory.

Real Madrid's team name is indeed a bit arrogant.

"I feel the same." After Cutrone finished speaking, the short chat between the two ended, and the two continued to take a shower.

"What's your impression of Lisbon?" Wang Feng asked at this time, he shook his head, and the moisture in his hair flew up.

"The devil's training is excellent." Cutrone replied, and Wang Feng and Cutrone burst out laughing for a while.

Indeed, their time in Lisbon was very short, and this gym may be the only thing they know.

Wang Feng sprayed shampoo and was just about to start washing his hair when Gattuso's whistle sounded.

"Damn it! Don't fucking let people rest!" Romagnoli sprayed, turned off the shower, then put on his shorts, took his top in his hand, and rushed forward.

The saddest one is Wang Feng now. Wang Feng washed his hair indiscriminately. Before the shampoo was gone, he immediately put on his underwear and underpants, wiped his hair with a towel, and then ran forward desperately with big feet.

Gattuso has already started to line up.

The players stood together and were looking at Gattuso.

Most of the players are so sloppily dressed that they don't have time to dress properly.

"Ten minutes and 23 seconds, I gave you 23 extra seconds of bathing time." Gattuso glanced at his stopwatch.

10 minutes, how is this enough!After training for a morning, only give the players a 10-minute rest time, and then continue training.

"So, I will deduct 23 seconds of your lunch time, lunch time: four minutes and 37 seconds." After Gattuso finished speaking, he took out a set of lunch from a small box.

He distributed lunch boxes to the hands of all the players, and there was also a pair of chopsticks inside.

"Start." As soon as Gattuso's voice fell, the players opened their lunch boxes, and a gust of hot air came towards them.

Without any hesitation, they poured the boxed lunch into their mouths, gobbling it voraciously, and they would swallow it after chewing a bite or two.

It's only 4 minutes, it's better to eat too much without saving face than to eat less because of face saving.

(End of this chapter)