[Football] The transfer fee is 10 billion

Arteta stepped forward and hugged his teammate's shoulders, leading him to the medical room: "Let's go, you have to go back to the locker room to take a shower and change clothes, don't stay here."

There were players in twos and threes nearby doing muscle relaxation, and Koscielny immediately came over to help the captain and pushed them out together: "If you have anything to say, let's go back to the locker room and talk about it."

Ling Yun didn't give them a chance to go back to the locker room, he directly blocked the door.

Arteta wanted to say hello to fool him, but Wilshere showed a stubborn expression when he saw Ling Yun.

Ling Yun nodded to their captain, and said politely: "Everyone has worked hard today, go back and rest early."

Then Sen Han's eyes fell on his prince, and he said coldly: "You, come with me."

He took the man back to his office. Arteta was worried about his teammates and wanted to come over to calm the matter, but Alonso stopped him.

"Don't go, it's useless for you to go there, let the boss solve it."

Arteta looked worried: "I'm worried that Jack will say something offensive again. After all, he is the boss. No matter how good his temper is, he will never allow others to offend."

Alonso patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, even if Jack says something, the boss won't mind."

Arteta frowned at him, puzzled: "How do you know?"

Getting along day and night under the same roof and working in the same place every day, Alonso thinks that he is the closest person to Ling Yun in the entire first team. He believes that Ling Yun can handle this matter well instead of further intensifying the conflict.

"Because I know him."

Alonso smiled, put his arms around his friend's shoulders, and went back to the locker room together.

Back in the office, Ling Yun asked Wilshere to sit across from his desk, and ordered Nick to make two cups of coffee.

The two sat quietly opposite each other for a few minutes. Nick put the coffee in front of them, and Ling Yun asked him to guard the door. He didn't want to see anyone right now.

Wilshere had a premonition that a storm was coming, and he was very wronged. His long-term injuries made his mood depressed. He had endured too much pressure and difficulties that players of his age should not have to bear.

He used to be a genius who caught the attention of the whole of England and even the whole of Europe. He played for Arsenal's first team when he was less than 17 years old, and put on the England national team jersey when he was less than 18 years old.

His starting point was too high. The huge drop at the moment of falling from the clouds made him unbearable. The injuries that tormented him repeatedly made him sleepless for countless nights. He thought a lot. If this continues, will Wenger Will be disappointed with him, will Arsenal sell him.

It was hard for him to imagine that that day might really appear sometime in the future, and he would leave here, the place where he grew up.

Then I went to a strange city, a strange team, and from then on, everyone disappeared.

No, he is a real gunner. He told himself that since he first stepped into the Kearney training base when he was 7 years old. He loves this team as much as he loves his own life. The spirit of Arsenal has already been deeply rooted. It was deeply integrated into his blood, how could he leave here?

He thought that Ling Yun would scold him severely, and he had already thought about how to refute the other party.

He has mixed feelings about the new boss. As a player of Arsenal, he has seen the changes in the team and the improvement of the record after Ling Yun's arrival.

But he always felt that Ling Yun didn't like him. Ling Yun preferred Hazard, Pogba and other players who had been bought by himself. He even had a better attitude towards Chamberlain, Ramsey and Walcott than to himself.

He didn't understand what he did wrong, why he didn't like the new president so much, so he attributed it to the fact that he was injured for too long and couldn't contribute to the team on the court, so Ling Yun's attitude towards him That's why they are so cold.

But isn't he the prince of Arsenal?Isn't that what the fans call him?Wenger also said that he had high hopes for him. Why was he left out when he got to the new president?

Ling Yun doesn't really plan to sell him, does he? He has to do something to prove to their new president that no one loves this team more than him. Playing, he has to contribute to the team in the derby.

Ling Yun left him aside to dry for a long while, but he himself was busy staring at the laptop. He didn't turn his head until he caught a glimpse of the other party's pins and needles out of the corner of his eye. He stared at him sharply and asked, "Calm down a little bit." ?"

Wilshere bit his lower lip, still stubbornly turned his head and refused to speak.

Ling Yun jixushuoda: "If you calm down, let's have a chat, if not, you can calm down again."

Wilshere turned his head again: "What are you talking about?"

"Why did you go crazy today? You rushed to the medical room and asked the team doctor to seal you up when the coach wasn't here?" He suddenly raised the volume and snapped, "Do you still have team discipline in your heart?"

Wilshere didn't know whether he was frightened by his aura, or was shocked by his last sentence of "team discipline", and said timidly: "I just want to participate in the game against Tottenham."

"The club pays you tens of thousands of pounds a week, provides you with the best medical conditions, and allows you to recover from your injury for several months. At this time, you say you want to play closed games?" Ling Yun stood up and walked around. He crossed the desk and walked up to him, bent his fingers and tapped the table twice, and asked, "Is your injury healed? Or do you plan to lose this leg?"

Wilshere's voice gradually lowered: "Are you concerned about my injury? Or are you worried that my injury won't heal and can't be sold for a good price?"

Ling Yun: "Who told you that I'm going to sell you?"

This time, Little Threat lowered not only his voice but also his head: "No one, I think so."

Ling Yun looked at him: "Then tell me, why do you think so?"

Wilshere suddenly raised his head, met Ling Yun's gaze, gritted his teeth, and said as if he had made up his mind: "You always talk and laugh with Eden and the others, but every time you don't even look out of the corner of your eye. Give it to me, I'm already someone who is about to leave the team in your eyes."

Ling Yun stared at him sharply for a long while, seemingly having nothing to say, but in fact he was calming down his anger. He was really angry with the prince, and even wanted to establish another heir. impulse.

Afterwards, Ling Yun raised his hand and looked at the time. He even made an appointment with the sports medicine expert who came all the way from Munich in the evening, so he didn't have time to waste time here with the kid.

So, Ling Yun walked up to him, put one hand on the back of the chair behind him, bent down to approach him, but changed a gentle tone, and the words he said were not gentle at all: "Even if I want to sell you , the coach will not agree, if you can stay in the first team well, you should heal your injury quickly, if you find trouble for me every day, you can go back to the reserve team."

As expected, he saw the loss, injury, grievance and unwillingness in the other party's eyes, but he didn't intend to give a word of comfort. Instead, he stood up straight and let out a long sigh of relief, and then said: "Go back and think about it carefully." Think about what your own position in the team is, if you can’t figure it out, then keep thinking, and when you figure it out, come talk to me.”

He turned his head and looked at the door: "Whether you like it or not, go and apologize to the team doctor tomorrow morning, because your unreasonable request has made people embarrassed, let's go."

Although he didn't hear the conversation between Wilshere and Driscoll, Ling Yun had heard the assistant coach recount his face when he went to the medical room. Therefore, his opinion of their medical director had changed. new transformation.

Regardless of his professional level, at least Driscoll's character is quite upright. He is willing to start for the health of the players, refuse their unreasonable demands, and will not abuse the players casually. Ling Yun is very satisfied with this.

There were not many people in the restaurant, and they reserved a relatively independent seat by the window. Ling Yun was a little surprised when he walked over with Nick.

The sports medicine expert they were about to hire turned out to be a girl! ! !

He doesn't discriminate against women. In fact, the nutritionist in their medical team is a very good woman. It's just that the nature of the team doctor's work is quite special. He needs to enter the player's locker room during the halftime break of the game. Bring a little inconvenience to her work.

But this does not mean that professional men's football teams do not have female team doctors. On the contrary, female rehabilitation physiotherapists are not uncommon in the five major leagues. There is one in the medical team of another wealthy club in the same city-Eva Carneiro, The sports medicine specialist has been part of Chelsea's medical team since 2009 and has been on the bench every game.

Ling Yun's surprise only flashed in his heart, but did not show on his face. His smile was still charming, and he looked at the lady in front of him with admiration.

With a single ponytail, black-rimmed glasses, and slightly neutral clothes, the girl in front of her is only 26 or [-] years old, but she gives people a sense of calmness and calmness.

She only noticed Ling Yun when she raised her head, so she stood up generously and extended her hand to him: "Boss Xiao Ling, hello, I'm Monday."

"Hello, Miss Zhou." Ling Yun held the other's hand back, with just the right surprise on his face, "Do you know me?"

"I don't know," Zhou Yi withdrew his hand and adjusted his glasses, "but I saw you on the news."

Ling Yun stepped forward, opened the chair for the lady himself, asked her to sit down again, and only used a harmless joke to close the distance with the other party: "I hope that seeing me in person doesn't disappoint you."

Zhou Yi shook his head with a noncommittal smile: "Even if it's a blind date, you are an ideal blind date, let alone an interview."