Strong Waist

After coming out of the nursing home, Carl and others bid farewell to Lucai.

Lucky walked into the car and looked at their smiling faces. They liked themselves so much that they seemed to believe that they could give them everything they wanted.

This kind of trust and expectation can't help but put huge pressure on Lucai.

Lucky thought that he had a good ability to withstand pressure, but at this moment, he still felt a mountain-like pressure.

That is Arsenal, a century-old club, and that is the common expectation of a huge base of fans.

Champions League!

!

The car drove slowly and was very quiet inside.

Soon, the rain began to beat against the car window. Looking out through the hazy car window, Lucai looked quietly at the outside world.

As a player, the Champions League is also his highest honor.

No player can refuse the Champions League.

But they also know how difficult it will be along the way.

That is not a certain league, it is a stage that brings together the elites of the five major European leagues, including other leagues.

There are the best players, the best clubs and even the best managers in the world.

They want to fight forward on the same playing field.

And there is only one winner!

They were named champions!

Martin Hughes drove quietly. From time to time he looked at Lucky behind him through the rearview mirror. Lucky became much quieter than when he arrived.

Obviously, the words of those old fans moved Lucai.

Looking back on the past, Fabregas and Van Persie looked the same when they left.

However, they all failed.

Then they all fled here. Not only did they leave, but they also abandoned the heavy responsibilities they needed to bear.

This is what Martin Hughes despises most about them.

Martin Hughes didn't know how Lucky would choose and whether he could succeed, but for some reason, there was a voice in his heart that told him to trust Lucky.

The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops slapped against the car windows, making a crackling sound.

The car was still quiet.

Martin Hughes turned on his fog lights and watched the wipers swipe left and right across the windshield, his eyes looking straight ahead.

"What kind of stage is the Champions League final?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Martin Hughes was stunned for a moment.

Lucky still tilted his head, supporting his chin with his arm, and asked, "Arsenal has reached the Champions League final, I think you should know that, right?"

Martin Hughes was silent for a moment and said: "I don't know what the mentality is like as a player, but as staff and fans, we were crazy happy at the time."

Lucky slowly turned his head and said, "How happy are you?"

Martin Hughes laughed; "At that time, all the billboards on the outer walls of the skyscrapers in North London were full of Arsenal's name. Every day, there would be planes flying over London. They dragged their long tails and said 'Arsenal is Arsenal'." Champion's slogan!"

"Highbury and the Emirates Stadium are places of pilgrimage. A large number of fans come here every day to pray."

"Before the final, we all firmly believed that the championship belonged to Arsenal!"

Lucky nodded and said, "But you failed!"

Martin Hughes pursed his lips, obviously this was a very unpleasant word.

But he could only admit and nodded: "Yes! We failed. When Laiman was sent off with a red card, my mind went blank at the time. Although I didn't want to believe it, we were indeed very close to failure."

"Do you think Barcelona stole your championship? Many people in the outside world say so." Lucky asked

"No!" Martin Hughes shook his head: "They played very well, and we also played very well, but our mistakes were too big."

Lucky continues to remain silent

The silence lasted for a long time, as if he was thinking about something.

After a full five minutes, Lucky spoke again; "If I mean what if, I led Arsenal to win the Champions League, what would it be like?"

Squeak!

!

Martin Hughes stopped the car suddenly on the side of the road, clutched the steering wheel with his hands, and suddenly turned to look at Lucky.

There was a fanatical look in his eyes and his tone was sonorous and helpful: "Believe me, you will be Arsenal's legendary captain, the only legendary captain! No one can compare with you!"

"Arsenal has many good captains!"

"It's different!" Martin Hughes said in a serious tone: "You are different from them. If you really help Arsenal win the Champions League, you will be a legend, the only legend!"

"That was a moment that touched the sky!"

"Put your feet faster! Small steps! Keep going! Don't stop! It's too slow!

"

In the Kearney training base, Patrice and Lucky conducted special training again.

This time it was to train Lucky’s foot frequency.

In previous games, Lucky has almost never excelled, but if you want to become a B2B player who can play anywhere, you must have sufficient technical capabilities.

Lucky is very dissatisfied with the frequency of his feet, which also limits Lucky's development direction.

In the past, Lucky only wanted to be a defensive midfielder, and for this he needed tonnage to support him.

But now, if he wants to become an all-around midfielder, he needs some changes.

The plan Patrice made for him was 'fat loss' + 'foot frequency' training.

Lucky's weight is too heavy, which also leads to the problem of excessive pressure on the legs when moving left and right and changing direction, and the center of gravity shifts slowly.

Therefore, Lucky needs to lose weight!

Although he will lose a certain amount of physical resistance, Lucky must make some sacrifices for a more comprehensive goal.

Under his eyes, Lucky was sweating profusely in training.

Patrice is still extremely strict, and he rarely refuses Lucky's proposals.

Moreover, he also feels that Lucky should be an all-around midfielder instead of a simple sweeper.

"The Passion of Patrice is about to begin again!"

Goalkeeping coach Gerry Payton said with a laugh.

Whenever Lucky puts forward new requirements, Patrice must formulate a training plan and accompany Lucky in rigorous training.

Whether a handful of old bones can sustain it is a question.

On the other hand, Wenger smiled and said: "Patrice is very happy!"

Gripayton looked surprised.

Will Patrice, who always has a "don't mess with me" expression, be happy sometimes?

But only Wenger knows that the more rigorous Patrice trains, the happier he is.

"The frequency of your feet is slowing down! Keep going! Be intense! Lift your thighs!"

Patrice roared loudly, while Lucai gritted his teeth and ran sideways in small horizontal circles.

Each time, you must step on the same circle with both feet front and back, and complete two small circles in sequence.

After one set, Lucky's thighs felt like they were burning, stiff and numb.

Ah~~~~~!

After completing a set.

Lucky lay directly on the ground, kneading his thighs and calves crazily with his hands.

He felt like his legs were numb and about to fall off.

Patrice came over and said, "The third group, there are three more groups!"

Lucky kept massaging his legs and said, "How long will it take for it to be effective?"

"I don't know!" Patrice shook his head; "This is just part of training, you still need to lose weight!"

Lucky nodded. He still had some self-control.

After saying that, Patrice looked at his watch and said, "It's time, next group!"

Lucky held his hands up and immediately stood up to start training again.

Both of them are training in full swing.

Lucky's low growls from time to time and Patrice's roars made the Arsenal players at the scene look at each other with suspicion.

"Has captain trained like this before?"

Di Maria asked with a look of amazement.

Chamberlain nodded and said, "I was even more ruthless before."

Kanter stared in Lucky's direction and tied the laces of his sneakers again.

Two more laps!

Practice for an extra hour!

Chamberlain looked at Lucai with complicated eyes.

He was puzzled.

Transformation is a huge test for everyone, but when it came to Lucky, it was like a joke.

From starting as a sweeper to gradually controlling organizational skills and core direction development, he now wants to become an all-around midfielder.

This damn guy is taking out new weapons one after another desperately.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it!

This is a big perversion!

Normal people don’t compare with him!