National Treasure Striker [Football]

The results of the medical examination were very positive. Julian was in good physical condition, except for his right ankle, where there seemed to be a small problem.

However, this is not a big hindrance. The team doctor said that it is almost healed, and it will be enough for a month of proper cultivation.

By the way, Julian compared Arsenal's team's medical measures with those of his team in his previous life, and found that many things were still far behind.

He can't see the level of the team doctor for the time being, just looking at the facilities, which in his opinion are still a bit rudimentary.

I don’t know if other clubs in the Premier League are like this, or if he thinks it’s simple because the level of technology in this world is different from his previous life, and medical equipment in this era is generally backward.

Everything is normal, except for one not-so-happy thing——

"Mr. Felix, your body fat percentage is on the high side," the female nurse was a little incredulous when she read out the medical report, "Oh, I can't tell just by looking at your appearance!"

She was even more surprised when she talked about her weight: "You are 188cm tall, and your weight is 88kg! Oh my God, according to the international BMI index and the WHO standard weight range, you are about to be overweight!"

No, Julian is a tall and slender guy with excellent body proportions. Anyone who looks at him thinks that he is not here to play football, but a model for a print advertisement.

But in such a thin body, there is a fat soul hidden.

Julian: "..."

Unexpectedly, they were all reborn, and their physical fitness was still the same.

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Obviously his current body flexibility is completely different from his previous life!He had just been rescued from the hospital more than two months ago!

It may be that in the past two months, in order to replenish the body, I have over-replenished...

Those who should be fat will still be fat!What should come will still come!

The nurse pointed out mercilessly: "You need to pay more attention to your diet, sir. I will sort out the report and send it to the nutritionist in the team and coach Wenger."

Julian was half lying on the bed, with the medical equipment connected to his chest, with an unobvious expression on his face: "Okay."

If there is any regret in his previous life, it is undoubtedly on [eating].

God is too much. Not only will he give you an excellent football talent, but he will also give you a stomach that absorbs so well.

Anyway, eating the same food, the energy absorbed by Julian's body, let's refer to it in calories, can be nearly double that of other players with the same amount of exercise.

The key point is that he has a high body fat rate, but it is not obvious from his appearance, which seems to be a good thing, but people with this kind of physique tend to eat too much, and get fat if they don't pay attention.

The nurse seemed to think that he didn't beat him enough, she was thinking: "My God, Van Persie is also 188cm tall, but he weighs only 75kg..."

Julian: "..."

The nurse finally sighed: "You are so handsome. I really thought you were a model. You haven't played football before, have you? Why do you suddenly want to come to England to play football? I mean, your English Well said."

The English of most German players has a strong German flavor, and Julian's pronunciation can be said to be a clear stream among German players.

Julian quietly dressed and prepared to leave. Before he left, he still seriously analyzed to the nurse: "You can still eat chicken breasts when you play football, and walk on the catwalk...I'm afraid I can only eat vegetable leaves."

"Poor boy," said the nurse, watching him leave sympathetically.

Julian was stunned when he went out. A staff member brought him for a medical examination just now. He didn't pay attention to remembering the way. Only now did he walk by himself and realized how anti-human the passageway design in front of Arsenal's medical examination room is.

It's almost like a maze.

Before coming here, he deliberately checked some interesting gossip. It is said that Arsene Wenger, the coach of Arsenal, has a budget of 7000 million. Every year when the transfer window opens, there will be news that he wants to buy someone. It's another three years to learn that Arsenal are ready to sew and tinker.

Whether the legendary 7000 million exists or not remains a mystery.

While looking for the way, Julian thought to himself, the 7000 million won't be used to repair the labyrinth corridor in front of the medical examination room, right?

There was no one in the corridor, so he walked back according to his memory, took two turns, and recognized the signposts.

His spoken English is very good, there is no problem in communication, and his reading and writing skills are not very good. It is quite difficult to read those brands.

Thinking that he still couldn't eat delicious food, Julian's heart wrinkled. He was thinking about things, and at this time he was used to having something in his mouth.

He doesn't like chewing gum, and it's even more impossible to eat sugar—unless he wants to run a dozen laps to consume the sugar, so he has developed the habit of holding a cigarette, of course he just holds it in his mouth and doesn't smoke.

Most importantly, having a cigarette in his mouth is a great way to divert attention when he wants to eat.

So he took out his only pack of cigarettes from his pocket, smoked one and stuffed it into his mouth.

Then, he came to a door with the words on it that he could read, it was the locker room of the home team.

Seeing the door of the locker room meant that he had come out, and Julian was going to pass by to find Wenger.At this moment, the locker room door opened from the inside.

Van Persie, who had taken a shower and changed his clothes, came out and confronted Julian.

Julian was smoking a cigarette, with one hand still holding the cigarette. When he saw Van Persie in front of him, he didn't seem to react, but blinked belatedly.

Seeing the cigarette in his mouth, Van Persie, who was very captain, frowned, and he knew that this little brother's previous cuteness was really just pretending.

Young people, who is not rebellious?

However, drinking and smoking are not good habits for players.This can easily ruin them, and England's midfield genius Gascoigne is a typical example of alcoholism and self-destructiveness.

They walked together for a while. Given Julian's performance just now, Van Persie said: "Smoking is not good for your health, and the club doesn't allow smoking. Let's quit as soon as possible."

He thought that his little brother would be disobedient, but Julian simply grabbed the cigarette and took it out of his mouth, obviously not intending to explain anything.

Only then did Van Persie loosen his eyebrows, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the little brother's raised left wrist, his eyebrows raised again.

On Julian's left wrist, there was a very obvious scar on the skin covering the artery. The scar looked very new, and the newly grown flesh was still pink, which was incompatible with the surrounding fair skin.

Julian put the cigarette away, ready to hear what the Arsenal captain was going to say, but Van Persie stopped talking, he just looked at him thoughtfully, and walked his own way silently.

Julian didn't worry about his inexplicable attitude. He just met him, so it's normal to be unfamiliar.

The two walked their separate ways quietly, not knowing what was going on in their hearts.

Julian couldn't understand Van Persie's endless words, and Van Persie couldn't understand why Julian was so obedient.

He followed behind him without any burden, just short of writing the words "I have a big heart" on his face.

There is a reason why Julian is so "obedient".

Seeing Wenger, Julian can always think of the coach who single-handedly discovered him in his previous life, and Van Persie seems to have a bit of the shadow of the former captain.

Of course that was a long time ago, Julian was captain when he was 23 years old, he never went to a second club.

Before the age of 24, the coach was very good, the former captain was very good, and the teammates were very good, but the club was relatively indifferent and impersonal. Those big brothers who took care of him in the early years were all sold, and no one could stay in the team forever.

Julian has won all the honors that he should have won at that time. His road is long but clear. He probably played until the age of 30 like other teammates, and then he was sold at a high price to support the retirement of the team.

But such a life without challenges and motivation is not what he wants. He has to transfer or retire early. The world is so big and there are so many delicious foods. How can I earn so much money without eating my fill?

But those don't need to be considered by Julian. He encountered a plane crash and came to this world. He returned to the age of 18 and started again.

…restarting the days of nibbling on chicken breasts and lettuce leaves.

New opportunities, new challenges.

He and Van Persie walked out of the tunnel and came to the field. Wenger was still on the sidelines, holding a tactical board and remembering something.

Van Persie suddenly said: "Is there no problem with the physical examination?"

Julian said, "No."

Van Persie let out a "huh" and came up with a word of encouragement: "Our team is still very good. It's a group of young people. You can chat."

What?Julian was a little confused.

Julian turned to look at him. They were the same height. Turning around like this, their faces were very close to each other. It seemed that they were very close.

Van Persie heard the new boy say half-jokingly: "Captain, aren't you young? You are only 27 this year."

Julian's side profile stopped less than five centimeters in front of him, his light-colored eyeballs turned towards him, his eyebrows were light golden in color, under the straight bridge of his nose, his lips were also light red in color.

The whole person is shallow, but there is a bit of sharpness between the eyebrows and eyes, which is not at all close to being cute.

"I'm 28, I just passed my birthday," Van Persie took a few steps back, keeping a safe distance, "There will be a game the day after tomorrow, against Manchester City, I hope you can sit on the bench then."

"I will, I hope my birthday wishes are not too late." Julian said, Wenger over there noticed them, and the old man seemed very happy that they got along well (?).

There is no such thing as not being able to sit on the bench. It is difficult for Arsenal to make up a 23-man roster. When Julian was in the second team's trial training, he saw the old man observing several second team players.

It's time to part ways here, it's 05:30 in the afternoon, Van Persie is going to drive home, and Julian has to listen to Wenger's arrangements.

The contract was not signed so quickly, and Julian had to live in the club dormitory for the time being.

The two bid farewell, and after Julian walked a few steps, he suddenly heard the voice of the Arsenal captain behind him: "Hey, listen to me."

Van Persie stood a few meters away and explained the truth to him coolly: "There is no hurdle that you can't get through. No one can love yourself more than yourself."

Julian:? ? ?

Has the Arsenal captain been possessed by something strange after walking this short distance?