I Want to Be the King of Football

Another sunny morning.

Mike Clegg, as usual, arrived at the gym at the Carrington training base on time.

In this training base, almost every employee has his own office, and Mike Craig's office is this state-of-the-art gym, because he is Manchester United's fitness coach.

He was originally the owner of a gym. He trained his two sons to become professional weightlifters and won unanimous praise from the outside world. In order to allow the other two sons to join Manchester United's youth academy smoothly, he chose to come to the Red Devils as a physical fitness officer. coach.

But alas, neither of his two sons seems to be very talented in playing football.

As usual, Mike Clegg stopped by the window outside the gym.

Through the window, he saw a shirtless young player sitting in front of a bicycle, pedaling hard with both feet, sweating profusely all over his body, but his expression was extremely focused and devoted.

Cristiano Ronaldo!

An eighteen-year-old Portuguese boy.

Mike Clegg clearly remembers that it was Ronnie's first day at Manchester United.

Accompanied by club employees, he made his way to the gym after a hasty walk around the Carrington training ground.

At that time, the physical fitness coach was sitting comfortably on the comfortable lounge chair, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window, and he was languid, and Ronnie appeared in front of him against the sunlight.

The Portuguese teenager looked at him with his talking eyes and said in a very firm tone: I want to be the best player in the world, you must help me!

Mike Clegg's first reaction was to laugh.

He joined Manchester United from two thousand years ago. In this team that gathers the best stars and rookies in the world, I don't know how many people have said similar things to him, but now they are all gone.

In addition to the gym training mandated by the coaching staff, which player is not afraid of the gym?

Let's act! Mike Clegg said mischievously, standing up.

What surprised him was that the Portuguese teenagers were all meticulous about the training items he arranged afterwards, and they completed them without any discounts.

This is paediatric compared to the training I received in Portugal!

Afterwards, Mike Clegg gradually increased his training, and kept increasing the amount of training for Ronnie, and the Portuguese teenager also changed from being able to easily to being supportive, but he just gritted his teeth and survived.

Then again, Mike Clegg couldn't help but ask him why he worked so hard?

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Ronnie smiled and showed his white teeth, Desperately? That's because you haven't seen Su Dong.

Su Dong? The one who joined Valencia?

He is my best friend and my strongest opponent. He trains so hard. I didn't come to Manchester United to play. I want to play as the main force. I want to be the strongest player in the world. Let's compare it to the east!

As he said this, Ronnie lifted his head like a proud and aggressive rooster.

...

As an 18-year-old teenager, Ronnie came to the giant Manchester United. Although he was the successor title of Beckham, he was only a rookie in the end, whether it was in the warm-up game or in the Premier League that just started. , Ferguson is impossible to let him take the lead and play the main role.

After Beckham was gone, United changed their previous play, with Solskjaer on the right and Ronnie as a substitute.

When playing Bolton, Ronnie met his former uncle Jardel, but compared with the Brazilian center who started and played the whole game, he only played for 29 minutes, did not contribute anything, just made people watch Look at his dazzling dribbling, but in the Premier League, it's gimmicky.

Premier League fans who advocate speed and confrontation,

Don't like this kind of fancy dribbling, they like simple, direct, rough!

But after playing Bolton, Ronnie received a message from Spain.

His buddy Su Dong scored twice and created a penalty against Real Madrid in the Citrus Cup.

Although it was only a warm-up match, it was related to Real Madrid, which attracted the attention of the world, and Su Dong was reported by the world's media for this.

Ronnie stared at the newspaper for a long time, did not speak, and went directly to the gym.

In the second battle with Newcastle, Ronnie came off the bench again, this time for less time, only 14 minutes, and still made no contribution.

But within two days, he received the news again.

In the first round of the third round of the UEFA Champions League qualifiers, in Valencia's home game against Slavia Prague, Su Dong scored twice and performed quite well, helping Valencia to rout the Czech team 4-0.

After the game, Su Dong was elected as the best player of the game.

This time, Ronnie walked straight into Ferguson's office and asked for more playing time.

But the next sentence in Ferguson's reply to him was, It's not time yet!

As a result, the Portuguese teenager could only vent his eagerness on the gym equipment.

They all joined the four major leagues. Ronnie's starting point is higher than that of Su Dong. He joined the top giants Manchester United, while Su Dong went to Valencia, a down and out of the world, but as a result, the situation of the two is completely different.

When Su Dong broke Real Madrid's goal and led Valencia to the Champions League group stage, he could only play soy sauce.

How can this arrogant Ronnie feel?

He still called Su Dong to congratulate him and asked for a meal, but he spent more time in the gym.

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Arrive in Carrington earlier, leave later.

...

Mike Clegg walked into the gym.

Ronnie just finished his cycling training and came down to wipe the sweat out of breath.

Mike, you're five minutes late, Ronnie reminded, pointing to the clock on the wall.

Clegg turned his head and glanced at the clock, and smiled at the Portuguese boy. He certainly wouldn't say that he had been standing outside the door for a while.

You'd better learn your English first, and then talk to me.

I now take three English tutoring classes a week, and simple communication is no problem.

Mike Clegg laughed: Your spoken English has a strong smell of the Atlantic monsoon.

You Brits can only speak English. Ronnie is also tit for tat.

Please, this is the UK, of course you speak English here. Your non-standard spoken language will be laughed at.

Whoever likes to laugh, I only have one goal, and that is to become the best player in the world. I don't care what other people think of me. It has nothing to do with me.

Mike Clegg shrugged helplessly.

After playing with such lip service a few times, he himself felt bored.

Your buddy didn't score this time, Clegg said.

Ronnie's face was still very ugly, But he made an assist.

Just last night, Valencia played away to Slavia Prague, and the two sides were tied one-to-one.

Su Dong did not score this time, but assisted Aimar to score a goal.

4-0 at home and 1-1 at home, Valencia advanced to the Champions League group stage with a total score of 5-1.

That kid is really only eighteen years old? Craig was a little unconvinced.

Tall, strong, and very intimidating on the pitch, Slavia Prague couldn't even hold him in two central defenders, let alone one-on-one.

September 13 is his birthday, and he will be nineteen after that. Ronnie remembered it clearly.

You said he used to be thin?

Yes, more than two years ago.

Then how did he practice?

As I said, he has a team of personal trainers, four people.

Oh, so you hired a chef, plus me and John, and you have four people on your team.

Ronnie couldn't hold back for a while, he laughed directly, and flew in the direction of Clegg, but it was too far to kick anyone.

The old man promised me that if the group stage draws and meets Valencia, he will let me play the whole game. Ronnie said expectantly.

There is only one old man in his mouth, and that is Ferguson.

Mike Clegg looked at the innocent teenager with a pitiful look, hesitating whether to break his unrealistic fantasies?

In the end, he decided to break it because of his bad taste.

A good young man always finds it strange to have fantasies about an old man in his 60s or 70s.

Actually, as long as Valencia enters the group stage, it is the first team.

Huh? Ronnie didn't understand for a moment.

The Champions League points go back five years. Valencia has earned enough points in the European competition in 2000 and 2001, so now, after they enter the group stage, they are the first team, just like us.

Ronnie's face changed, and he immediately understood.

According to the qualification for the Champions League draw, the eight teams in the first pot will be divided into eight different groups, and will only meet the other third pot teams. At least in the group stage, it is impossible to meet the first pot. .

But that damn old man obviously didn't say that!

Ronnie is very smart, especially when he sees Craig's uncontrollable expression, he still doesn't understand that he was tricked by that damn old fox.

What's the matter, people in their 60s and 70s are even fooling their own players! Ronnie cursed in exasperation.

This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last. Clegg gave me an expression I already knew.

The more Ronnie thought about it, the more angry he became. The point was that he had nowhere to reason.

It's no wonder that when he asked to play Valencia, Ferguson agreed almost without thinking, which was very refreshing.

Fortunately, Ronnie was still very moved at the time, thinking that Ferguson would understand his feelings. It turned out that the damn old man had already figured out the account, and it would not be cashed until the end of February next year at the earliest.

Maybe we will not meet Valencia this season!

This damn old man, it's okay to fool his opponent, even his own people!

Too bad! Ronnie cursed again angrily.

...

At this moment, in an office not far away, an old man with a red nose sneezed hard for no reason.

Damn, who is scolding me behind my back?

But frowning and counting with his fingers for a long time, he found that he couldn't count.

He has too many opponents.

It must be that old bastard Wenger, only he would do such a rude thing!

When it comes to scolding people, who is afraid of whom?

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