My name is Colani

The next day, Hugo did not miss the rare opportunity to sleep until midnight. At 8 o'clock, he arrived at the hotel arranged for Mascherano and his son. After breakfast, he took them to the Pacheco training base.

Hugo and Mr. Mascherano went to the training ground, and Mascherano went to the locker room. It is still some time before training, but all the Trapani players are here. Everyone Chatting happily, changing jerseys and equipment.

Mascherano walked in calmly, and the locker room that was bustling just now was silent.

"Who is this little guy?! You must have gone to the wrong place!" Miccoli said to Luca Tony with a smile.

It's possible that Trapani's youth training camp is right next to it, and the training ground is right next to the first team's, but the locker room is different.

"I'll ask him!" Luca Tony said.

Before Luca Toni could step forward, Drogba jumped out first. He blocked Mascherano's path and shouted: "Boy, this is the first team's locker room! The youth team's locker room." At the other end of the passage!"

Drogba wanted to speak very powerfully, but unfortunately his Italian was not proficient at all, and his words were stuttered, which was a bit funny. Everyone in the locker room who understood it laughed.

"I'm in the first team! My name is Javier Mascherano, an Argentinian. I just transferred from River Plate! Nice to meet you!" Mascherano said to Drogba and stretched out his hand. Drogba took his hand and shook it without understanding.

There was an Argentinian player in the team, Belluschi, who came earlier. He heard Mascherano say he was Argentinian. He quickly walked up to Mascherano and asked: "Are you really in the first team?!"

He spoke Spanish and Mascherano nodded, "Are you Spanish?!"

"No, I'm also Argentinian. I came from Rosario! I just came here this season! You are actually in the first team?!" Belluschi asked, suddenly feeling enlightened again, "You are Javier Mascherano! Mr. Mascherano's son?!"

"Yes!" Mascherano replied calmly.

"So it's you!" Belluschi said happily, then pulled Mascherano to Tony's side and introduced Mascherano to Tony.

"Hello, Javier, welcome here! I'm the captain of the team. If you need any help, you can come to me! It's getting late now, so hurry up and change your clothes!" Tony said, then pointed to a cupboard. Then he said: "That's your place! Let me tell you, no wonder they prepared this place yesterday! It turned out to be for you!"

After changing clothes, Belluschi and Mascherano walked together, walking behind. Belluschi said to Mascherano: "Javier, we have many Argentines here! We are often together. Play! We are also visiting Angel’s house! Oh, Angel is the boss’s friend, he is also from Argentina! “You will never be alone here!”

"But there are disadvantages here. The training here is very intense and exhausting!" Belluschi whispered. "Others, I think it's good. At least it's much better than Newell's!"

Belluschi was transferred from Newell's Old Man!

Belluschi talked about everything about arriving in the new place along the way. Perhaps as a fellow countryman, he felt that he had such an obligation.

Belluschi saw Mr. Oscar Mascherano from a distance, and he asked: "Your father is here too?!"

"He is the youth training coach here!" Javier Mascherano replied.

"That's great!" Belluschi said enviously. Who among these children doesn't want to have family around him? !

Mazzarri also saw the new Mascherano. He and the coaching staff came to the training ground earlier than the players. They had already chatted with Hugo and looked at Mascherano, who was like a bean sprout. Mazzarri bitterly said to Oscar Mascherano: "Is he really good?!"

This sentence undoubtedly expresses a kind of doubt. This is a game for the adult team. There are indeed many young people in the team, but their physical fitness is generally better, so they can make it to the first team. Otherwise, there is no way they can Unable to meet the requirements of the first team.

Mr. Mascherano's face was not good-looking, and anyone who doubted his son would not have a good-looking face.

"Let him try it! Maybe your opinion will change!" Hugo quickly said to Mazzarri.

Of course Mazzarri kept his mouth shut even though the boss had spoken. First, Mascherano introduced himself. Hugo didn't say a word in the middle. Then Mazzarri and the coaching staff were not polite and started the morning training.

In the new season training, physical training accounts for a large proportion, and the time of off-ball training is slightly larger. Oscar Mascherano has been standing next to Hugo to observe his son. Javier Mascherano is indeed Okay, training with the adult team, he actually did very well, without any feeling of discomfort. This made Hugo look at him with admiration, and also made Oscar Mascherano smile. If my son can't do it, my son can do it!

Javier Mascherano also showed something that shocked Hugo. During the team's speed training, Hugo discovered that this little guy was actually the fastest runner on the team. Even Miccoli was surprised. Slower than him.

"No wonder I played as a forward before. This speed is very good!" Hugo praised.

"Mr. Colaini, this is the advantage of Javier playing in the midfield. He covers a large area and can go up and down!" Oscar Mascherano said proudly.

Hehe, let me make you feel proud first. I will ask Mazzari to arrange an intra-team match later, and you will know how powerful I am! Hugo felt inexplicably unhappy when he saw Mr. Mascherano's happy expression!

The training lasted for an hour and a half, which was very fulfilling. After a break, Hugo asked Mazzari to arrange an intra-team match for half an hour.

This intra-team match was specifically for Mascherano. The team had enough players and no injuries, so they were divided into two groups. Kameni and Azo Blasic served as goalkeepers for the two teams respectively.

Mascherano did show what his father said about a large coverage area, because he had a speed advantage, and Mascherano was very flexible, with fast and decisive kicks, and he successively intercepted the opponent's ball several times.

Hugo had to say that it was not unreasonable for him to be worth so much money. His ability to hold the ball in the midfield was better than that of Meileres, but as Hugo said, he was at a disadvantage in this physical confrontation!

Oscar Mascherano's face was originally happy, but it suddenly darkened because his son's physical confrontation was really bad. When he returned to the back line, Drogba and Toni used their bodies to force him to get a chance to shoot.

In the air, Mascherano was completely miserable. He couldn't win a single header. He was too weak. Not to mention the big forwards, even in the midfield, he couldn't win over Lombardo and Meireles.

The fundamental reason for his shortcomings is the style. South American football pays great attention to the passing and cutting on the ground. They often advance to the vicinity of the opponent's penalty area before considering crossing. In Italy, this is not necessarily the case. They will have more high balls.

Mascherano's judgment of the landing point is not inaccurate, but his body is easily squeezed out of position by people when he stands in position. In such a situation on the court, as long as the action is legal, don't expect the referee to help.

After finishing the match panting, Mascherano was soaked all over. He found that he had thought the C1 League was too simple. In fact, it is also very difficult here!

"Don't be discouraged! This is how it is here. They pay attention to physical strength! Without physical strength, it won't work. You can't protect the ball at all!" Belluschi patted his fellow countryman on the shoulder and comforted him, "They are different from us, and you and I are both new to the first team. There will inevitably be many difficulties. I believe we can overcome them!"

"I must have performed terribly today!" Mascherano said with a wry smile.

"No, you performed very well! It's just that you don't have an advantage physically! I saw the boss applaud you several times! I'm telling the truth!" Belluschi looked up at Hugo, who was talking to Mazzarri and Oscar Mascherano, and answered Mascherano's words.

Mascherano realized that Hugo was not deliberately targeting him, but really felt that he couldn't gain a foothold in the adult team at this time.

"I can do it!" Mascherano was determined to follow Hugo's advice and practice his strength.

Mazzarri was impressed by Mascherano and praised him, "He is such a great guy! Especially when it comes to handling the ball, he is very calm and mature beyond his age!"

Hearing Mazzarri say this, Hugo felt that his 2 million euros were not wasted, but Mascherano still needed some time.

"Mr. Mazzarri, do you think my son can play in the first team?!" Oscar Mascherano asked directly.

"I'm afraid it's difficult now. He needs time. At some point, he is not experienced enough! And he is too thin and weak. He is at a disadvantage in confrontation. This is not okay! Mr. Mascherano, to be honest, the lower the league, the more attention is paid to the physical aspect. Players need to have a good physical body to gain a foothold. Even in Serie A, it is not okay without a physical body! Gigi has already said, I promise you that your son can stay in the first team. We will develop a special training plan for him, but we need you and your son to be patient, okay?!" Mazzarri frowned and said sincerely.

Oscar Mascherano finally knew that his son was finally facing the first hurdle in his career. Whether he can succeed in the future depends on whether his son can gain a foothold here. If he can't even get into the main force here, I'm afraid he won't be able to make it in Serie A.