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When Clemens got on the bus, he poked his head out to take a look, and saw that Big George was no longer at the door.However, a few people dressed as reporters surrounded the outside of the car, blocking Vazquez, and five or six microphones were stretched out in front of the coach.

Vazquez looked calm, accepted short interviews one by one, and smiled, even if he was about to face the powerful enemy Vazquez, he didn't show any fear.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Nelson rubbed against Clemens again, and while stuffing his backpack on the luggage rack, he looked at Clemens and asked with a smile.

"It seems to be beneficial to come up earlier." Clemens pointed to Vazquez over there.

Nelson adjusted his seat so that he could sit in a more comfortable position. He took out an eye mask from his pocket and put it on his head, saying: "Our boss is stricter than the last coach, but it also saves a lot of trouble. He Staying below is just to attract firepower, and those reporters will naturally not harass other people after they have their eyes on him, otherwise how could they all be here so quickly."

Clemens nodded. The foreign friends here have a lot of new gadgets, and Clemens has also learned a lot of things, such as various light-emitting gadgets, such as high-speed sound transmission that can transmit sound for thousands of miles without sound transmission. Technology products, however, are definitely not among them.

It's not that Clemens doesn't know how to speak to the media. Coach Vazquez and agent Mendes have warned about this, but Clemens found that no matter what they say, those reporters always There is a way to distort it into another form, understand and transform it by yourself, and then say the same thing as the truth. This is really a strange skill.

Clemens has also read some newspapers, including La Coruna's mouthpiece "Journal de la Coruna", as well as several well-known newspapers in the country, but he still can't figure out where the bottom line of these newspapers' reports lies.

For news, it seems that everything can be sold.

Nelson tugged Clemens' arm, put his head on his head, and then slipped a blindfold of the same color to Clemens: "Go to sleep, do you want to go to Madrid?" For a short time."

However, Clemens declined Nelson's kindness. The Taoist priest upholds the good habit of going to bed early and waking up early, which is a good way of life. Even if he is given a bed now, Clemens will not be able to sleep.Nelson didn't force it either, he just plugged in the earphones and leaned back in the chair, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Clemens looked out the window with a calm expression, closed his eyes slightly, and used this free time that does not require training to practice.

Clemens' way of cultivating Taoism seems to be traceable, but in the final analysis it is the process of expanding the meridians with spiritual power. Formation of alchemy or Nascent Soul seems a bit far away from Clemens. It has taken hundreds of years. Even if Clemens can omit those fumbling steps and obtain the most correct method, he still cannot advance rashly. Laying a good foundation is the most important thing.

Full of spiritual power, this is the best thing for Clemens.

This closing time lasted for a full three hours, and when Clemens opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar street scene of Madrid.

Nelson next to him had already taken off his blindfold and was looking at his phone while laughing. Feeling that Clemens was looking at him, Nelson directly lowered his head and moved closer to Clemens, whispering, "Thomas, fortunately you are You're asleep, you don't know how many people were looking for you just now."

Clemens was taken aback: "Looking for me?"

Nelson lowered his voice: "We all know what the boss means. Your passing is amazing. It's like having eyes. Aren't those people just here to ask you to feed the ball? Our kind The team doesn't have much spare money, and everyone wants the goal bonus, so it's natural to please you, a bunch of shameless guys." As he spoke, Nelson fumbled around in his pocket and took out a piece of chocolate.

Internally, eating this kind of sweets is absolutely not allowed except during a lot of exercise. Vazquez warned them that no one should try to gain weight during the season, or they will be kicked into the youth team every minute.

But the ban still doesn't include Clemens, who has yet to bulk up his muscles.

Clemens didn't reach out to take it, and looked at Nelson with a pair of blue eyes: "What do you want?"

Nelson said with a serious face: "Please, let you pass the ball to me."

"...You just said that he is shameless."

"As long as you agree, you will be shameless if you are shameless."

Clemens looked at Nelson speechlessly, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Vazquez's roar in front of him: "Nelson! Sit on the bench for me tomorrow!"

Nelson let out a wail, and didn't care about any chocolates. He only thought that what he said just now dissatisfied Vazquez, and hurriedly stood up to speak to the coach.The rest of the team were all smiling, and Nelson's shameless appearance didn't last for a day or two, and they were all familiar with it.

Clemens slowly picked up the chocolate that fell on the chair, peeled off the wrapping paper, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

After listening to a lot of tactical arrangements, Clemens can probably guess Vazquez's thoughts. Now in Deportivo, Nelson has the strongest impact. His explosive power and aggressive fighting are all in Deportivo. The most outstanding one. On the other hand, looking at the remaining forwards, it seems that the club likes to hoard good headers. One or two are tall but slow. They are good at fighting for headers, but they want to play sharp and fast. Counterattack seems to have some obvious disadvantages.

Keeping Nelson and sending it at the critical moment can have better results. It seems that this match against Atletico Madrid is going to stick to it at least in the first half.

The last 0:8 lesson was too painful, and Vazquez couldn't help but be careless.

But Clemens didn't plan to say these words to Nelson. While feeling the sweet taste in his mouth, Clemens thought calmly, if he was told clearly, where would the chocolate come from in the future.

Although Atletico Madrid and Real Madrid are in the same city, their home courts are not the same.

Real Madrid's home stadium is the Bernabéu, which is second only to Barcelona's home stadium Nou Camp in Spain, and can accommodate more than 7 people. Atletico Madrid's home stadium is the Calderon Stadium, named after Atletico Madrid's former meritorious chairman. The number of people accommodated is not as many as the deadly enemy of the city, but the momentum of 6000 people must be extremely large.

Arriving in Madrid one day earlier, Vazquez did not arrange training, but let all the players enter the hotel for rest.

When going on an away game, Deportivo players are in twos, and there are many factors to consider.For example, Manuel is a disciplined person who goes to bed at nine o'clock every day, so the person with him must be someone who also goes to bed early and gets up early.The midfielder Andre Santos is a guy who snores loudly when he sleeps. Often only the defender Esami, who can't wake up from thunder, can bear him.

Clemens originally wanted to share a room with Manuel. The captain's life and rest are very suitable for Clemens, but since getting off the car, Nelson has devoted himself to surrounding Clemens, and he almost entangled him. When choosing a room, he chose to be with Clemens in a deadpan manner.

Although Nelson doesn't have any talent in brain-burning issues such as tactical play, he is not a fool. Nelson thinks very clearly about his future.

Deportivo is a good club, at least it looks good for now. A management that has not lost its head, a capable head coach, and easy-to-get-together teammates seem to be enough for players to like.But Nelson wanted more than that.

The highlight moments of the players themselves cannot last for a long time, especially the players on the forward line. They need more running and more heavy training, and they will also face fierce tackles and tackles from the opponent's defensive players. If you don't pay attention, you may be injured or even affect your career.Nelson is only 21 years old now, but he also came to La Coruña from Portugal and has played in youth teams of all levels for many years, so what Nelson asks of himself is to be able to spend as much time as possible in these years of physical strength and health. Play games, score goals, and then find opportunities to transfer to rich teams, so as to get more money.

And the guarantee of all this is that he can continue to have points in the account, so that he can increase his worth and attract the attention of wealthy teams.

Nelson is a pie eater, so he naturally needs a pie feeder to bring it to his mouth. Now the most comfortable pie feeder in the entire team is Clemens.Now that Clemens is trusted by the head coach again, Nelson has already seen that if he wants to score more goals, it is definitely a good choice to please Clemens.

Smiling and followed Clemens into the room, Nelson took out the clothes in the luggage and said: "The boss told me to use me as a secret weapon, and I will teach the Atletico Madrid guys some lessons in the second half hahaha !"

He's not new to the team. Nelson has been in Deportivo for more than a year. Knowing each other is a secret weapon?

However, this arrogance lasted until after dinner. Nelson, who was scolded mercilessly by Manuel, calmed down a little outside, but started giggling again after returning to the room.Clemens quietly opened the backpack, skillfully peeled off a piece of candy and threw it in his mouth, and then heard Nelson say: "I'm going to play cards with Pizzy and the others, Thomas, you don't have to wait for me to sleep first!"

When Clemens looked up again, there was no sign of Nelson. He reached for the backpack again, and then pulled out a ball from it.

It was kind of boring being in the room all the time, and Clemens was feeling hungry.Cultivation is something that needs to be experienced. I didn't feel it before, but now Clemens finds that it is easy to get an empty stomach.Clemens thought for a moment, then picked up a jumper and put it on, put on a hat, put the ball back in his backpack, and left the room.

Walking all the way in the corridor of the hotel, they did not encounter any obstacles. Vazquez said that they were not allowed to enter and leave the hotel without permission, but he couldn't keep an eye on them anytime, anywhere. Even if he paid attention, he would only pay attention to the group led by Nelson. Help kid, Clemens, who has always been well-behaved and obedient, will naturally not be focused on.Clemens left the hotel without anyone noticing.

This is a hotel in downtown Madrid. After walking out of the gate, Clemens put his hands in his pockets, looked at the shops on both sides with his eyes, touched his stomach unconsciously, and then chose a shop that looked pleasing to the eye. walked in.

This is a very warm shop from the outside, but the ginger light and the smell of the scent after the door opened made Clemens feel even hungrier.

Because they are football players, they must maintain their weight. Deportivo also has an assistant coach who is in charge of diet to arrange three meals a day for them.Clemens can usually eat whatever he wants, but since he is eating with everyone, he must eat the same food to help internal stability and unity.If everyone eats green and oily meat and eats delicious meat, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction.

But the large plate of salad and two slices of simple whole-wheat bread at night, which seemed to be fed to rabbits, was really not enough to feed people. Even if they each had a steak to increase their strength, Clemens still felt that he urgently needed to replenish energy.

After sitting down, he ordered a very good-looking steak directly from the picture. At first glance, it was full of portions. When Clemens handed the menu back to the waiter, he took another look at her and kept smiling professionally. The absent-minded waiter turned a pen in his hand, and looked into Clemens' eyes for some reason.

The blue color is as clear and deep as the ocean, as if it can suck people in.

The waitress was stunned for a moment, and the pen in her hand fell directly to the ground.

Clemens bent down to help her pick it up and handed it back to her, only to find that the waitress's cheeks were flushed, and wanted the handsome guy's phone number, but Clemens' calm expression still made the waitress a little scared Yes, she took the pen and said thank you in a low voice, and quickly ran into the kitchen with the menu, looking as fast as a rabbit.

But when the waitress handed the order to the chef, I saw a few waiters gathered together, talking with their mobile phones excitedly.She walked over to participate in the conversation, but was immediately grabbed by someone.

"Hey! Susan, what did Thomas tell you just now?" the waitress with charming red wavy hair asked excitedly.

The waitress named Susan froze for a moment: "Who are you talking about?"

"Thomas! Thomas Clemens... oh, I forgot, you don't watch football." The red hair grabbed Susan's arm and pulled it hard, making her bend down and let her go through the window. Look outside, "That, that's Thomas, a football player, man, he looks even better in real life than in pictures, I think I'm going to be drunk."

Susan followed her hand and saw the boy who had taken off his hat and was looking out the window with his chin on his hand.

The boy was tall, and he was a head taller than other diners when he sat down. His short dark blonde hair was particularly dazzling under the ginger light. He was looking out of the window with his head tilted, and Susan couldn't see his face , but the hand on the chin is really eye-catching.

The fingers are slender, and the joints that belong to a man are distinct but not rough, and the small movements of pinching the collar with his fingers from time to time are also very cute.

"How is he?" The red-haired waiter gave Susan an arm.

Susan said almost unconsciously: "He is a handsome man, and he is also a man with good eyes." Blue, like a fine sapphire.Then Susan came to her senses, looked at the red-haired waiter and asked, "You said he plays football? Could it be Real Madrid?"

The waitress immediately curled her lips: "You know Real Madrid, and you haven't figured out that I'm an Atletico Madrid fan for so long...Okay, okay, let me tell you, he's in La Coruña, and he's coming tomorrow night." It's the game, I think he came to Madrid early, if not we wouldn't have seen him."

La Coruña, Susan wrote down the place and Clemens' name.

"I have two tickets for tomorrow's game. How about going together?"

Susan looked at the red-haired girl, she often wanted to pull herself to watch the ball together, but Susan really couldn't understand the charm of the kind of sports where more than ten people chased a ball, but now She nodded without hesitation.

What would this handsome boy look like playing football?Susan was really curious.

Clemens didn't know that he had caused a little commotion, he sat there quietly all the time, and when the steak was served, he showed a faint smile, cut off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

Clemens doesn't like the cooking method of the foreign fellow Taoist very much, but this whole piece of good beef will be more delicious than other foods no matter how it is processed.People who practice Taoism are pure-hearted and ascetic. Although there is no prohibition on eating meat, the Taoist priest is too lazy to make food after bigu. The Taoist priest who has not eaten for hundreds of years, after rediscovering the meaning of food, especially likes cheap mouths.

While eating happily, Clemens suddenly heard the door being opened, and the bell next to him made a crisp sound, and the sound of footsteps walking in the door was obviously directed at him.

Wiping his mouth with the napkin next to him, Clemens looked up, and saw a man standing at the table with a smile, and said to Clemens, "I hope I didn't bother you, Thomas, but I think I needed to come and say hello, after all Jorge has mentioned your name to me countless times in the past few days."

Clemens looked at the person who came. He had short brown-black hair. Although he was only wearing a black coat, he was very stylish. The most conspicuous thing on that face was a pair of eyes, which were very bright, making him look Looks very lively.

Obviously, he had seen this face before. At the Bernabéu, Clemens saw this man angrily kick the mineral water bottle off the ground.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Mourinho." Clemens said his name clearly.

Mourinho sat opposite him, then waved to the waiter to indicate that he didn't need anything, and smiled after hearing what Clemens said: "I'm glad you remember me, Thomas, since last time It’s been less than a month since I saw you, but you’ve become famous all over Spain,” Mourinho said without Clemens answering, “But such an outstanding goalkeeper like you is still so young. , which coach would not like it?"

Mourinho was very different from that day on the pitch, when he was like an angry lion, roaring at everyone, pointing at Clemens and yelling that the assistant coach should not even dig three feet. Take out all the information about the kid who came out of nowhere, even if Vazquez went to shake his hand after the game, Mourinho ignored it.But now Mourinho's clothes are neat and tidy, and he looks like a successful person. When he lifts his chin slightly, he is proud but not arrogant.

Clemens didn't eat the beef on the disc, Mourinho stretched out his hand to show that he didn't care, Clemens put the last piece in his mouth, and when he swallowed, his flat face All contented.

"Young people should eat more, but I recommend that you find time to test your body fat percentage. Once it exceeds 8%, you should control your diet." Mourinho glanced at him with a smile, and then put The scarf around his neck was untied and put aside.

Regarding the issue of body fat, Clemens had already undergone a full set of examinations when signing the contract. The doctor's suggestion was to let him eat well, eat meat and butter as much as he wanted, so that he could have some more meat on his body. Clemens never had a bad day.

But because of Clemens' re-cultivation, although he ate a lot, his body was always in a state of high-speed operation, and the calories were consumed before they were converted into fat. The little goalkeeper worried for a long time.

Unlike other positions, the goalkeeper is a position that often needs to fall and save. A very thin goalkeeper is more likely to be injured than other goalkeepers even if he is physically strong.

It is also understandable when you think about it carefully. If you are fatter, you will naturally reduce the impact force when you fall, thereby reducing the possibility of injury.Therefore, Vazquez has never withheld Clemens' meals. For others, he wished that every meal could be controlled within the range. Except for beef that increases strength, he seldom eats other meats, but Clemens blindly I eat more, but I still can't see my child growing meat.

Clemens put down his knife and fork, and looked at Mourinho: "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Mourinho, but why are you here at this time?"

Mourinho sat with his back slightly straight, which made him look very energetic. After hearing Clemens' question, the Real Madrid coach, known as the "madman", seemed very gentle at the moment: "Today My work has just been done, and it is not easy to lead a club that attracts everyone's attention, and I happened to see you outside." Said Mourinho and glanced at Clemens, "Tomorrow they will play against Atletico Madrid. opponents but I think you can handle it, after all, they have as many loopholes as a sieve."

"Coach Vazquez would love to talk to you." Clemens felt that they had more in common in terms of tactics.

Mourinho didn't take it seriously. He might be able to talk calmly with Clemens, but he couldn't get along with other coaches peacefully.

Since signing with the same agent, Mourinho and Clemens said a lot, mostly about Portugal.Clemens is not Portuguese at heart, so he can only nod his head from time to time and listen, but his doubts are getting bigger and bigger.

It would be understandable if I happened to see myself coming in to say hello, but as the coach of Real Madrid, it is really puzzling that Mourinho has the heart to say so much to himself when every second counts before the game .

Clemens turned his head inadvertently for a glance, and saw an unusually conspicuous reflection in the dark night outside.

There was an unkind feeling there that made Clemens sick, and he said to Mourinho: "I think I'm going back."

Mourinho didn't seem to feel anything strange about Clemens, so he also stood up and extended his hand to him with a smile: "Looking forward to meeting you next time."

Clemens held the opponent's hand politely, and then felt the flash grow bigger for a moment.

When Clemens, who left in a hurry, returned to the hotel, Nelson hadn't returned yet.He felt that it might be a wrong decision for him to go out today, but he didn't think too much about it. He packed up and went to bed

Little did they know, the next day, the media almost turned upside down.

"There are pictures and the truth-Mourinho prefers Deportivo youngster, is Cassie's position difficult to guarantee? "