National Treasure Striker [Football]

The boys with very simple brain circuits felt that what Julian said was very reasonable, and they reached a consensus, so they knocked on Wenger's door relying on "the law does not punish the public".

Julian glanced at the open window in the air-conditioned office, and said quickly, "Hello boss! I have something to ask you!"

Standing by the window wearing a sports coat, the old man who was holding on to the windowsill with one hand took his hand back.

This group of players made a bet that Wenger knew about it, otherwise he would not have said that during the intermission. However, when he turned around, he really had to face this scene. After thinking for a while, he could only come to a conclusion : It's nice to be young.

The whole team basically came, and they laughed happily. Wenger's office was almost crowded, and they spontaneously divided into two groups.

Before the old man was ready, he watched them put their hands on the waistbands of their trousers in unison, and shouted loudly in one go: "Thank you boss/boss for teaching!"

The sound almost knocked off the roof, and then they all pulled down their shorts together, revealing different colored chubby legs.

Their eyes were firm (?), with a desperate attitude. Those who didn't know it thought that a life-and-death battle was about to take place, and they were knights who were swearing allegiance to the king—knights who didn't wear pants.

Boss!Teacher's kindness can never be repaid!I have no choice but to give you a pair of underpants to express my affection, and I am ordered to play hooligans!

"..."

#文格老师 There is no wave in his heart and he even wants to quit the live broadcast room.

Julian, who was watching the excitement outside the door, grabbed Van Persie, who was shrinking his sense of existence: "Including you, captain."

Van Persie said that he didn't want to slip, he just didn't intend to take off with other teammates, which didn't fit his style.

After everyone finished taking off their clothes, they finally couldn't wait to see Julian. The big brothers showed tacit smiles to each other, and glanced at the lower body of the younger teammates from time to time.

——I heard that you took it out bigger than everyone else?

Julian was very straightforward. He walked up to Wenger, who was being amused by these bastard players, and was about to take off.

The crowd couldn't wait, and when they saw Van Persie approaching, they realized that Van Persie had been hiding behind and did not participate in this entertainment.

So they planned to take off with Julian?

Hahahaha!

You enter two, I enter two, take off your pants together, there is nothing wrong with it.

The two of them didn't say anything, they just took off. Everyone was busy paying attention to the things they wanted to pay attention to, and they didn't realize that they didn't shout the idiot "thank you for teaching".

All their attention was on Julian's fat times.

The big red fat times almost blinded their eyes.

It is the kind of pure bright red, simple and rude aesthetics.Everyone's faces were full of indescribable words, but the teammate actually liked this tune?I really didn't see it!

Julian wasn't shy at all. On the contrary, he was smiling, and he was extremely calm.He just stood there showing off his fat times to everyone, and Wenger's office was abruptly stripped off for him to become a male model's underwear show scene.

...Show must be pure and unaffected.

Van Persie was relieved when he saw that everyone's attention was on Julian. Sure enough, it was right to perform trousers removal with Julian. The Arsenal captain said he didn't want this kind of limelight.

Wenger: "..."

Wenger looked at the two of them, a captain with the world's top shooter ability, and a new player with a promising future, taking off his pants with a serious face.

No one laughed, as if there was an inexplicable sense of ritual, as if they were passing on something.

...Maybe it is inheriting the last seriousness before Doubi.

Julian was considered to be the kind of person who looked thin when he dressed and took off his clothes. His leg muscles were very smooth, and it could be seen that he had indeed been engaged in dancing before.

Wenger suddenly remembered the medical examination report that was handed over to his desktop before——

[height 188, weight 88]

And Van Persie, who is also 188 tall and looks similar to Julian in appearance, weighs only 75.

The professor was silent.

The same is 188, why are you so anxious about your weight?

The Arsenal players were laughing and laughing, and some of the younger ones, such as Wilshere, were whispering: "Hey, Julian is not bragging!"

Hearing this, Van Persie couldn't help but glanced at Julian, and then quickly looked away like a thief, pretending nothing happened.

There is no way, men always like to "compare" each other.

Julian stood there frankly, letting everyone look at him.

Everyone saw the cheerful smiles on the corners of the teammates' mouths, the faint dimples, and the collagen-rich faces... The combination should be full of youthful and compelling flavors of cookies, but for some reason, there is a bit of it bad.

They always felt that something was missing, until Julian took out his cigarette openly from his pocket, and everyone fell silent.

They looked at Wenger one after another. The club's rules and regulations were still posted on the door. Julian was so arrogant in front of the boss?

Julian had just received Wenger's "amnesty", and he would be so happy smoking a cigarette. He squinted his gray-green eyes under the indoor light, revealing a bit of inorganic indifference.

Sensing the bewildered expressions of everyone, he didn't seem to understand what his teammates were doing in a daze. He pinched the cigarette with two slender fingers, and unconsciously made a concave shape when he put it near his mouth.

Everyone: "..."

This kind of gentle scum and dog-like German temperament!

German!True German!Still a German with no pants on!

Someone soon asked why Julian could have cigarettes, and Wenger briefly explained what happened. Julian didn't mind, and he helped the boss add a wave.

So everyone knew that Julian had a habit of smoking a cigarette, and he didn't smoke.

Yes, he has this habit, the habit of pretending to be aggressive.

But it doesn't make sense, does it?

Julian explained again. He said that smoking a cigarette would help him lose weight.

Everyone: "..."

They were skeptical, Julian needed to lose weight?He obviously looks like Van Persie!

They were really confused until they learned about Julian's weight.

8...88kg? !

That's why you wear size 88? !

Is this world fantasy, or they have too little experience?

The teammates left in bewilderment. Halfway through, someone said: "Damn! I know why Julian doesn't look heavy at all!"

"why?"

"Focus on where it should be!"

Crowd: ? ? ?

They were all men, and everyone immediately realized that catching the guy who spoke rudely was a fat beating.

"What are you thinking about every day, can that thing have two or two weights?!"

"Ouch!"

……

When training finished in the afternoon, Julian met the team manager in the lounge.

The middle-aged man was bald with British features, and his eyes were shining.

Seeing Julian, he was very enthusiastic, but when he put the contract in front of Julian, it can be seen that he has no awareness of the role of this new player.

"This is a relatively high salary for players who come from youth training. The weekly salary is 2000 pounds, with an annual increase of 5%. The contract period is eight years."

Julian looked at the contract, and his eyes fell on the liquidated damages: "Eight years, 100% portrait rights, 3000 million liquidated damages?"

Julian didn't need to worry about having an agent handle these things in his previous life, but that didn't mean he didn't understand at all.

So far, the highest transfer fee for a goalkeeper is only 2500 million euros. He has just started, and the liquidated damages have reached 3000 million?

Julian smiled: "The weekly salary is 4000 pounds, the contract is only for two years, and the portrait rights are 30%."

The team manager immediately reasoned with him, thinking about him: "It's something to be happy to be able to play and learn in the top league at a young age. There are also several goalkeepers in the team. These years, they are all I grew up at Arsenal. For a goalkeeper, a longer stay in the team can help him settle. Don’t think that 8 years is too long. You must know that after 8 years, you will be 26 years old, and you will become a goalkeeper. The pinnacle of his career."

Julian: "..."

"You know, the current situation of the team, including you, there are five goalkeepers in the first team. I think I can't hide from you, young man, our budget is not much. The team has a salary structure system, which cannot be easily It was broken." The team manager had a very good calculation. In his opinion, the reason why Wenger wanted Julian was because the club lacked money and the team lacked people.

If it is Manchester United, Manchester City, Chelsea, those teams that meet their favorite players and take them away without bargaining, which one can take a fancy to Julian who is an amateur?

Young people today must learn to be grateful.

Julian's reaction was simple and rude: "Is the budget a big problem?"

If you win battles, you will have money, and if you have money, you will not be afraid of not having a budget.

Problems that can be solved by doing the opposite team once are not called problems.

Can't you do it again?Then do it twice.

"Sir, after two years, what you have to worry about is not the meager budget. So I suggest that you should go to the head coach and discuss it before making a decision."

Wenger was furious.

He had clearly discussed Julian's issue with the club's top management, but the club offered such a contract.

The professor argued with the team manager on the phone and finally got them to agree to waive the terms of the Lions' big opening.At the same time, he participated in the formulation of the new contract throughout the process.

After the contract was drawn up, he went to the stadium to find Julian and watch the training of the team's young people by the way.

As a result, he saw this scene:

Julian was holding something thin that would reflect light in the sun, and was pressing Walcott's leg sitting on the grass, gesticulating something.

Walcott was terrified, and his teammates had the same reaction.

As he approached, he heard Walcott shout, "Julian! Does it really work!"

Julian held down his wobbly leg: "It works, my ankle is completely healed."

As he said that, he stabbed Walcott at a certain position on his leg.

Walcott: "Aww!!!"

Everyone: "..."

Walcott is injured this season, no, it should be said that most of Arsenal's team is injured.

Players walk around, get injured, small or small, and struggle to earn money to pay off their loans. Julian has a conceptual understanding of the club.

However, where is there any money to raise a team?The team is 100% a money-burning business. It is conceivable that Arsenal, which can make a profit, is really a miserable club.

His coach Arsene Wenger really had a hard time getting a man.

And he always felt that Arsenal players were injured too often.

It's normal to get injured while playing football, but I haven't seen any team that was so injured that it almost didn't make up the roster.

According to his homework, Van Persie had a proper glass body before he became the captain.

Julian quickly tossed and collapsed on the ground, and Walcott, who was yelling that he "has been pierced with a lot of holes and is about to leak", looked up and saw Wenger.

Wenger waved at him, beckoning him to come over.

Julian packed up and left. The boss seemed to have something to say, probably related to money.

Wenger first asked him: "Are you sure you don't want to be a striker? A striker is more suitable for you than a goalkeeper, and... a striker's weekly salary is higher than that of a goalkeeper."

Julian refused outright, since he originally said he wanted to be the goalkeeper.

He took money very lightly. In his previous life, he made so much money and ended up dying without enjoying it. The money was in the bank, but the person was in heaven. It was miserable.

It doesn't cost him much to live in the club, and he has no intention of making money for the time being--and he is not looking for a partner, so why earn so much.

The old man sighed: "I checked your new contract for you. It was my negligence to ask the club to give the original contract. Now you and I go to the office to have a look. If there is no problem, you can start preparing for the signing ceremony."

"Okay," Julian nodded, and joked with Bovinger, "Boss, you don't pay me out of your own pocket, do you?"

Wenger smiled: "No, the club paid for it, and I was in charge of convincing them."

When they came to the office, Wenger called out the electronic version of the contract to Julian, and Julian just scrolled the mouse casually and flipped through it.

Julian kept his eyes on the computer screen: "By the way, boss. I always hear them say that they want to strive for the top four in the league. This seems to be the team's goal?"

Wenger looked at him more kindly: "This is not the goal, child, this is a must."

Julian felt that this was true, but setting the fourth as the goal was too low.

Things like goals should be reserved for the first place.

Unless a club stays forever in fourth (?), otherwise, people will always only remember the first.

If Wenger, who has led the team to many fourth rounds, knew Julian's thoughts, he might not have said this from the heart.

But he didn't know, so he said it.

"From 2006 to 2014, we had an extremely limited budget. We had to sell our best players, we had to stay at the top, we had to stay in the Champions League, and the top four is the ticket to the Champions League."

"We need to participate in the Champions League to obtain tens of millions of broadcast fees. We must also keep the number of spectators at each home game at more than 5.4, and all of this depends on the top results. Only in this way can we return to China as soon as possible Clear the debt..."

These are actually things that are on the surface. Wenger is telling the truth. Julian understands what he means. He is telling himself that the team has no money and the team can give you opportunities, but we have tried our best in terms of remuneration.

Julian has the right to be mentally prepared. He can choose to refuse after careful consideration.

Julian had already thought about it, and he didn't stay in a team for money.

Arsenal is very good, although it is very poor, but he likes the feeling of staying here, the teammates here are good-looking, and the coach here is nice to talk... Julian easily pulled down the document until the scroll wheel of the mouse also pulled It's the end.

He saw that at the end of the contract, there was an article written on the obligations required by Party B:

[Party B must strictly follow the requirements of Party A's team coach and team doctor, control weight and maintain state. 】

Julian: "..." I'm sorry, is it too late to take back that nice sentence?

Wenger, unaware of his violent brain circuit, continued: "...our financial situation is a little tight this year and the club is trying to cut costs. But capable boys deserve the best. When you grow up Now that I can stand on my own, a better contract will follow."

The old man finished talking, and Julian also finished watching. The weekly salary is 4500 pounds, for three years, and 30% of the portrait rights.No problem, you can sign.

He leaned back in the chair, his long eyelashes drooping, seemed to think for a while, then turned to look at Wenger with a smile: "Hey, boss, you are too polite, just take care of me."

Wenger looked at him silently, and suddenly remembered the team manager and his complaint:

"Arsene, you should understand us. You know better than us how bad the team's situation is. This is the policy of Kroenke's major shareholder, and we don't want to go against it..."

"...You actually think that No. 88 is young and ignorant? Hey, you don't know him! When he was bargaining with me, he didn't give up half a step...Arrogant boy!"

The professor shook his head.Julian is a clever boy.

But it's not annoying. Looking at this kid's smiling face, you really can't get angry, and you can't even help but want to treat him better.

Even though he himself has a lot of ghost ideas that make people helpless, but he is a good boy at heart, there is no doubt about it.

Wenger suddenly remembered something, and emphasized again: "Did you go to the team doctor to weigh yourself today?"

Julian: "..."

Julian made a bitter face: "I've dropped to 87, boss. Speaking of which, would you like to add a piece of meat to me for the goal reward? For example, if you score a goal, add a chicken leg."

#SexyJulian, online humble plea for meat.

Wenger smiled and spoke softly, rejecting Julian like a spring breeze.

"..."

#Playing football is not as good as retiring and eating meat series.

Wenger was satisfied, and he took care of the food, and he was in charge of nutritious meals.

At a young age, Julian walked out of the office, the smile on his face restrained.He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and was going to send a text message to old Felix, asking him to give him a collection account.

It's time to pay back the capitalists.

Walcott, who was still yelling to quit just now, will be alive and well again. When he saw Julian holding the phone, he thought of one thing: "Julian, have you read Twitter?"

Julian shook his head: "No, what's the matter?"

"Go and see, Joe Hart, do you remember? It was the game we played against Manchester City, and you played against him many times. He is Manchester City's goalkeeper."