National Treasure Striker [Football]

When the first Arsenal players arrived at the club the next day, they saw their young teammates practicing there.

Tsk tsk, what a hardworking kid.

Every Arsenal player passing by Julian has to feel this wave of emotion.

Not to mention, although Julian usually plays a little bit, and his personality charm is not to be said, but when it is time to work hard, he is really hardworking.

Julian, a substitute goalkeeper, is so diligent, can other goalkeepers still fall behind?

So the other goalkeepers spontaneously came half an hour earlier in the morning, and they were all desperate.

After all, there is only one main goalkeeper position in the team, and they have five players.

The other goalkeepers more or less have their own thoughts, especially Julian, a rookie who was picked by Wenger to start against Liverpool. It is impossible to say that they have no complaints in their hearts.

But soon they found that compared to Julian, they were a little more villainous than gentlemen. Julian's attitude towards them was the same as that of everyone else, and he was not hostile.

Teammates who practice together in the morning will definitely say hello, and there are only two goals, so the result of practicing together cannot be avoided.

In this way, they have a short time together, and close contact can always change the initial perception of a person.They have changed a lot. Julian is a really kind person. He doesn’t talk to you too much. He talks about things. He respects people and is smart. Regardless of his young age, he is often taken care of by the captain of Arsenal. He looks heartless, but inside he is very careful and thoughtful.

After getting familiar with him, Julian even taught them the unique skill of kicking him.

It can be seen that there is a reason why the teammates will have a good relationship with Julian.

Julian's goalkeeping experience may not be as good as theirs, but his footwork and awareness are really good. After contacting Julian, they found that their knowledge of goalkeeping seems to have broadened a big step.

Seeing his little teammates squatting on the side with a cigarette in their mouths to entertain and rest after training, the goalkeepers were a little embarrassed.

Some people, if you let go of your prejudice, you will find that he is actually very cute.

So Mr. Wenger was very relieved. After his old man made a starting list for Manchester United, and saw a few goalkeepers who were training very seriously together, he decided to reward a wave of Julian.

Originally, he punished Julian to write a review because Julian pursued gorgeous football too much-a goalkeeper dishonestly kept the goal and ran to score.

If he wants to be a striker, he can discuss it with himself, instead of thinking about the striker in front of the goalkeeper.

The old man also didn't understand, and he didn't have the salary of a striker, so why do he actively fight for the striker?

And he doesn't like to guard the goal with his hands, which is also a headache for Wenger. Of course, many of his movements are very practical, but the professor still doesn't approve of him doing so.

To be able to struggle so much, in the final analysis, is because the old man appreciates Julian's talent. He likes this kid from the bottom of his heart. He not only hopes that he can play football better and better, but also hopes that his life will go smoothly.

He hopes that while teaching children to play football, he can also teach them to be human.

So... His educational attitude towards Julian is sweet dates and sticks.

Didn't the punishment review just finished yesterday, let's give the fish a bite today.Fish is healthy, and it’s okay to eat a lot, and Julian didn’t say he wanted to eat fish.

...If he knew that those goalkeepers were getting together to communicate how to keep the goal, he might not have made this decision.

The old man paid out of his own pocket, called to order a few big fish, and sent them to the Arsenal Club, and then everyone grilled them.

After Julian heard the good news, he trained even harder. The Emirates Stadium was a harmonious scene. Everyone said that the teammates were interesting enough, and they knew how to lead the brothers to eat and drink hot before they really became awesome.

Speaking of which, Julian is really good. I don't know if he will have a chance to run for the Golden Boy Award next year.

Two hours later, the players at the Emirates Stadium all sat in the dining room and ate fish. The taste was not very good, but everyone sat and ate together. It was all because of Julian, and they ate very happily.

The boss invited them to eat fish!Is it because the boss was fascinated by their dancing youth in the last game against Liverpool?

Unlike everyone who was laughing and chatting while eating, this young man, Julian, was so engrossed in eating that he had no time to talk at all.

Beep!Good times!

Julian's face was buried in the plate, and Vermaelen and Chamberlain, because they felt guilty, didn't bother to eat by themselves, so they brought two plates of meat to Julian first.

Van Persie saw how he was gobbling, and advised him: "Eat slowly, and be careful."

Julian stuffed a big mouthful of fish meat into his mouth: "Captain, hold back and flicker, where does the dragon fish get its thorns from?"

Van Persie: "..."

Van Persie thought for a while: "Eating too fast makes you fat."

Julian replied quickly, and while speaking, he stuffed two yuan into his mouth like a storm: "After this meal, I will start to lose weight tomorrow!"

Several people who heard his words: "..."

This spirit is very good, very good!

Julian swallowed the fish in his mouth, and finally freed his mouth to reason with them: "Today doesn't care about tomorrow's business, how many days are wasted!"

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked at each other, shrugged and smiled.

— Dude, haven't you gotten used to it yet?

——I’ve been used to it for a long time, isn’t it just a curse from England~

Fuck~

After sitting down and finally having time to chat, Walcott leaned over and asked Julian: "Brother, what did you think about the last game? Why did you think of running to score?"

Alexander Song helped him with a plate of fish: "Yes, don't say that you want to dance! We don't believe the nonsense you use to fool the media!"

Julian took the plate of fish and praised his behavior with a look of "you are really good, brother": "It's not because that little rabbit bit me."

He forked a piece of fish: "I'm teaching him how to score goals."

Everyone: "..."

Fuck, kid, you're not very old, so...he's quite big, and his tone is really big.

"Speaking of which, the FA's efficiency is quite high this time. Suarez's punishment has come down and he has been suspended for ten games. He will be reimbursed for three weeks." Ramsey announced the news to everyone.

The wound didn't hurt anymore, so Julian didn't care. He forked the second piece: "Actually, it's because the ball I passed to you was skewed, and the pass went to Liverpool's feet."

Julian gestured to Rosicky, his original pass target: "I am ashamed, so I decided to make up for it myself."

Everyone: "..."

You made a big mistake as a goalkeeper, so you decided to become a striker to make up for it?

See what you can, why don't you go to heaven?

I want to make a national scolding sound again, why is this.

The Arsenal captain is very good at focusing: "Little rabbit? The nickname you gave Suarez?"

Julian nodded: "Well, what's the problem? Isn't it very appropriate?"

Everyone recalled Suarez's two front teeth, which looked like rabbits.

And it bites people in a hurry, it's the rabbit itself.

They are relatively autistic recently, and they haven’t been on Twitter much, so they don’t know that Suarez’s nickname “Rabbit” has become popular on Twitter since the post-match press conference the day before yesterday. I guess I know it now He got an extra nickname because of Julian.

Julian continued to fork the fish, chewing harder this time: "Damn it, the boss should treat us to rabbit meat next time."

Everyone: "..."

Hearing his words, the Arsenal captain suddenly thought of something, and his face changed.

He stared at the fish that Julian unceremoniously put on the fork, and couldn't say fuck for a moment.

Rosicky shook his head after laughing, looked at Julian's puffed up mouth, and felt that the child was so cute: "If you make a mistake, you will make a mistake. We are here. We can make it right."

Football is not a one-man game, it's an eleven-man game.Whether it is a wonderful goal or a bad mistake, it is not the complete glory of one person or the absolute responsibility of one person.

If Julian really thinks this way, it's great, but if everything is considered, it will be very tiring.

Thinking of this, he reached out and touched Julian's head.

Everyone is used to it, who made Julian the youngest... the youngest in the team, they all regard him as a son/brother.

Hey, it feels really good in the hand, with moderate softness and hardness, it is exactly as it looks, and it is easy to touch.

Julian, whose hair was patted again: "..."

I don't know if a man's head or a woman's waist can't be touched!

Rosicky's action reminded him of what thoughts he had when he played.

—He's going to pour a bottle of hairspray over his head!Let this group of people not touch his hair!Can only touch a hand full of hairspray!

I thought so and did it, so——

On the second day, when everyone was wearing their vests and preparing to go out to warm up, they saw Julian in an eye-catching appearance.

... Damn it, where the eyes are bright, it is clearly blind.

The teammate who was not on the starting list for this game is wearing a brand new hairstyle and walking into the locker room swaggeringly!

How to describe that hairstyle... I can't describe it, anyway, it's just one fucking word: anger!

Julian walked over calmly, his usually casual short blond hair was combed into three to seven parts, and it still had the blingbling luster of hairspray under the indoor light.

The visual thickness brought by that luster made people unable to help but suspect that Julian poured a whole bottle of hairspray on top of his head.

His hair, which was already light blond, became even lighter under the cover of hair gel. Coupled with his light eyebrows and pupils, his teammates couldn't see clearly what was in his eyes for a while——

Is it a playful laugh?Or half a smile?Or a coquettish smile?

Everyone looked down, and only then noticed the frequency of his walking, a pair of long legs walked slowly, every step was just right, and the whole person was filled with an indescribable aura of luxury.

...Clearly wearing sportswear and a green vest, but it still feels like a gentle scum who lingered in the upper class in the last century and flirted with women.

Fuck, this German dude with the three-quarter-length comb has a damn sweet smile.

Everyone looked at him in bewilderment. After a long time, Walcott asked on behalf of everyone, "Julian, what hairstyle do you have?"

Julian, who smiled like an evildoer, conjured a rose with its thorns cut off from behind, and put it on his lips, blocking the corners of his lips that were drawn to one side:

"The scumbag is hot with tinfoil."

Everyone: "..."

……Hold.

Van Persie reacted quickly. He suddenly remembered the familiar words Julian said to Gerrard in the last game against Liverpool——

"Captain, I really like your style of play."

Van Persie: "..."

Scumbag tin foil hot?

Oh, it really is a spider spirit.

Walcott said in a daze, "Scumbag? Who are you?"

The smile on Julian's face instantly subsided and became very serious: "It's not scum, it's about to be scum."

Thinking of the day when Julian got Gerrard's signed jersey, Van Persie frantically gave the opponent a good card: "..."

Vermaelen, who was sneaking in the locker room with bare feet yesterday to fulfill his promise and followed Julian to learn the girl's step: "..."

Which team captain have you taken a fancy to again? !Who are you going to trick into dancing the female step? !

The expressions of the two people changed the most, and they both noticed each other, so at that moment, they looked at each other with a tacit understanding - what the hell, Manchester United? !