Strong Waist

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On January 1st, we entered a new year, and the whole of London also entered a new look.

First, the sanitation workers mobilized to clean up the entire city, and secondly, they cleaned up the stadium and some thorny fans.

Without these pollutions, London has become much quieter and more peaceful.

London is still very cold in winter.

Although the temperature is around 1 degree, the cold wind blows, giving people a feeling of constant coldness and nowhere to hide.

Europeans rarely install air conditioners, and diesel heating is very expensive, so they are reluctant to spend money on it.

For this reason, Europeans spend most of the winter relying on hard energy, or some wealthy people rely on natural gas.

At Heathrow Airport, Dembe stepped off the plane wearing a thick down jacket.

The first thing I felt was a chill.

Compared to Barcelona, ​​where the weather remains around 8 or 9 degrees, it is obviously colder here.

For this reason, he specially bought a long down jacket to arm himself.

On January 1st, the winter transfer window opens.

The previously signed loan contract between Arsenal and Barcelona also officially came into effect, and Dembele rushed to London without stopping.

He doesn't want to miss any training session here.

In Barcelona, ​​he did a lot on the bench. He came to Arsenal to prove himself and seek new opportunities.

"It's so cold here!"

Dembe put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at his agent.

“That’s what the weather is like in London, but of course the summer here doesn’t get as hot as in Barcelona!”

After the agent finished speaking briefly, they saw a strong man holding a sign in the lobby.

With a bald head, a woolen coat, a muscular face, and a burly body, he looked like a bodybuilder.

"over there!"

The agent pointed and the two quickly walked over.

"Hello, I'm Dembe!"

Dembe came to say hello.

The man laughed and walked over to hug Dembe.

Dembe was overwhelmed by this enthusiasm.

"My name is Martin Hughes and I am the manager of the Arsenal team. If you have any problems with the team, you can come to me, except of course training."

Martin Hughes pointed behind him and said, "Then let's go?"

Dembeilai nodded.

The three of them came to the underground parking lot. Martin Hughes got into the driver's seat, turned around and said with a smile, "This is the second time I have picked up a player. Guess who is the first player I picked up?"

Dembe came to look at the agent, and they looked at each other.

"That's right! It's Kai!"

Martin Hughes almost asked himself, he laughed; "I still remember it was a bad weather, I was complaining about that bitch Cesc Fabregas in the car, and Kai was sitting next to me, silently Listen, he was calm and that calm made him captain of Arsenal!"

For Martin Hughes, taking Lucky from the airport to the training base and being the first person to come into contact with Lucky made him very proud.

"Our current record is good and our performance is outstanding, but looking back to seven or eight years ago, it was really difficult to maintain that period. At that time, I couldn't even imagine that such a day would happen! Hahahahahaha! Manchester City, Tottenham, Chelsea, Liverpool , Manchester United are all defeated by us.”

"Have you seen that game? We beat Manchester United 3:1 away from home! This is great."

Martin Hughes was chattering away all the way, but it didn't put the pair off.

After all, silence is the most boring environment.

"Mr. Mourinho is waiting for you two!"

Now Dembe came to talk to his agent in interest.

The agent quickly asked, "Mr. Mourinho, does he have the idea of ​​renewing his contract with us?"

The agent believes that Martin Hughes, as the team manager, should know some inside information.

But Martin Hughes shook his head and said; "I don't know, this is a matter for the first team, we can't interfere, and he won't tell us, but"

Martin Hughes turned to look at Dembe and said, "If you perform well, we will renew or even buy out your contract."

Dembe is scratching his head. In fact, he has no intention of staying at Arsenal, at least for now.

Soon, the three arrived at the training base.

Along the way, the road was smooth and the time was shortened a lot.

Martin Hughes led the two people into the office building and went directly to Mourinho's office.

Knock on the door!

Dongdong!

"Please come in!"

Martin Hughes pushed the door open and said, "Sir, we brought them here."

Mourinho was lowering his head to deal with some documents. He waved towards them without raising his head, and Martin Hughes immediately understood.

"Let's go to the conference room and wait for a while. Sir will be here shortly."

After that, the three of them walked out of the office and came to the conference room next door.

It's more like a living room than a conference room.

The decoration is still very good.

Arsenal's team logo can be seen everywhere, but it doesn't feel messy, but carefully designed.

Martin Hughes pulled out a tea set from the side and made a pot of tea.

"Try it. This is the tea that Kai brought from his hometown. It's still very delicious."

Dembeilai nodded, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

When he was in Barcelona, ​​he tasted Messi’s yerba mate.

But then he stopped drinking it. He couldn't stand the strong taste of yerba mate, and compared to that kind of tea, this one was much sweeter and more refreshing.

And the quilt for drinking tea is also more exquisite.

Dembe came to take a sip.

Seeing that Dembe liked to drink, Martin Hughes smiled and said: "I can bring you some when I go back later."

"Thank you!" Dembe came to express his sincere thanks.

Squeak!

At this time, the door opened.

Mourinho pushed through the door.

Dembeilai and his agent became nervous instantly.

After all, the man in front of him is a world-famous coach, and he is also the head coach of the now arrogant Arsenal.

After Mourinho sat down, he crossed his legs, looked at Dembe and said, "I'm not good at talking nonsense, so I just said it directly. You will be Aubameyang's substitute. Of course, the substitute can also become the starter." , it depends on your performance.

"My purpose of loaning you here is simple. We need a stronger left-wing breakthrough, and your ability on the wing makes me attracted. But I don't like the way you play now," Mourinho frowned; " So weak!”

Dembe came and pursed his lips and asked: "How do you want me to play football?"

There was no retort or complaint, just direct questions.

Mourinho likes this character.

"Just like you did at Dortmund, be a breakthrough player on the wing and the team will give you enough support for that."

Dembe nodded confidently, "I won't let you down."

Mourinho stood up and was about to leave, but Dembe came and said quickly: "I have prepared something."

Mourinho turned to look at Dembe.

I saw the latter taking out a piece of paper from his backpack.

"This is some information that I combined my abilities with the Arsenal team in the past half month. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Mourinho looked at Dembe in surprise.

This was the first time he saw a player proactively send his own information.

This is like saying, ‘This is the contribution I can make to the team at the moment’.

This kind of proactive performance is still very novel.

Mourinho took the document: "I will read it, but the specific method of playing football still needs to be arranged by the coaching staff."

"I understand! I will obey the arrangement!"

Dembe came with a good attitude.

After Mourinho left, Dembe breathed out slowly.

"We should go back."

The agent also nodded.

Martin Hughes: "I'm sending you off. Have you found a place to live?"

"Found it, I'll send you the address."

After receiving the address, Martin Hughes raised his eyebrows slightly.

The agent smiled.

“What a great place.”

Martin Hughes smiled, shrugged and said, "Let's go."

The address Dembe came to choose was not Canary Wharf, where land is at a premium, nor Battersea, or any other affluent area in London.

It is a single-family villa located in the suburbs.

But what's interesting is that there are many Arsenal players living in this community.

Among them are players such as Lucky, Kante, Giroud, etc.

But the most interesting thing is that the address of Dembelai’s villa is 205-2.

Lucky's address is 205-1 and Kanter's is 205-3.

This guy is right in the middle of the two.