Strong Waist

Chapter 101 Just work hard

After entering mid-December, the weather in the UK became bad again.

The temperature has gradually begun to reach around freezing, and most importantly, it will rain.

That feeling of wind and rain in the middle of winter is really unbearable.

At the Kearney training base, Lucky was running laps wrapped in a thick down jacket, hat and gloves.

There was drizzle in the sky, like needles penetrating Lucai's body.

Any area that is not covered by clothes will make people shiver as long as it is dripped.

"Damn the weather!"

Lucky couldn't help but curse.

Although he has been in the UK for nearly four years, he still cannot adapt to the weather here.

On days like this, you should turn on the electric mattress at home and get into the warm quilt instead of training in the rain on the court.

"One more!!" Chapter 101 Just work hard

After entering mid-December, the weather in the UK became bad again.

The temperature has gradually begun to reach around freezing, and most importantly, it will rain.

That feeling of wind and rain in the middle of winter is really unbearable.

At the Kearney training base, Lucky was running laps wrapped in a thick down jacket, hat and gloves.

There was drizzle in the sky, like needles penetrating Lucai's body.

Any area that is not covered by clothes will make people shiver as long as it is dripped.

"Damn the weather!"

Lucky couldn't help but curse.

Although he has been in the UK for nearly four years, he still cannot adapt to the weather here.

On days like this, you should turn on the electric mattress at home and get into the warm quilt instead of training in the rain on the court.

"another one!!"

boom! !

“Come again!!!”

boom! !

"Look at me!"

At the goal, Sanchez was wearing a sweatshirt, without a hat, or even gloves, and was wearing shorts for shooting training in the cold weather.

Lucky tucked his neck into his down jacket and walked to the coach's bench to take shelter from the rain. He couldn't help but complain, "What's wrong with this guy's energy? Doesn't he feel cold?"

"This only shows that your ability to adapt is too poor!"

Wenger came over. He looked at Lucky shivering from the cold and wondered, "I remember that your hometown in China is much colder than the UK. Why are you so resistant to freezing?"

Lucky couldn't complain.

It's cold in the Northeast, but that doesn't mean he will take the initiative to run out. The home is protected by a heater.

Of course, he would not explain to the professor what heating is.

There is no heating in the UK, but there is a diesel heating unit, and Lucky recently installed one at home.

It’s warm, but it’s too expensive!

Seeing Lucky's unpromising look, Wenger couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and immediately waved his hand and said, "I will be doing more rotations recently, so take this opportunity for you to take a good rest."

Lucky has no opinion on this.

This winter is a watershed moment.

After entering January, the FA Cup will also begin, and Wenger needs to polish the second lineup in a limited time.

Arsenal's performance in the league is now very good and stable, which gives Wenger enough room for error.

Moreover, after the New Year's Eve, the league will also enter a brutal battle for points.

By then, the main players will basically not be absent except for injuries.

There is also the Champions League game on his shoulders, which puts even more pressure on Wenger.

"How have you been losing weight lately?"

Wenger asked.

Lucai said: "I lost two kilograms!'

Wenger nodded and said, "The speed can't be too fast. You have to pay attention to the rhythm of weight loss and don't use too much force, which may cause physical problems."

Lucky nodded; "I strictly followed Patrice's arrangements!"

"The club will assign you a dedicated nutritionist, who will control your diet for the next six months."

Lucky: "No problem."

If someone cooks for you, why not do it?

After finishing speaking, Wenger clapped his hands and dismissed the players after a brief lecture.

Obviously Wenger, with his old arms and legs, can't bear the cold.

Lucky went straight to the underground parking lot and drove directly out of the training base.

But instead of going straight home, he went to Mrs. Winter's shop.

Mrs. Winter's shop still hasn't changed at all. It's a small store. If you don't look carefully, you wouldn't know you're buying something here.

The old lady has gray hair and wears thick reading glasses. Her face is wrinkled, but she has a kind smile.

This is especially true when seeing Lucky.

"A helping of polenta and hot tea!"

Lucky was outside the store, rubbing his hands and shouting.

Mrs. Winter stood up with a smile and started to get ready. When she saw Lucky constantly stamping his feet to keep warm, she said, "Come in, kid, it's warm in the house."

Lucky immediately opened the store door and walked in.

There is a heating fan in the house, and a warmth spreads, driving away the cold and dampness from the outside world.

Only then did Lucai take off his hat, and puffs of white smoke suddenly erupted from his head.

Seeing this scene, Mrs. Winter said quickly: "Put on a hat, it's easy to catch a cold. The cold in London is no joke."

Lucky also felt something was wrong, so he put on his hat again, squatted in front of the hot fan, and started baking.

This was his first time entering this small store. The store was small but very clean.

On the white wall, a black and white photo hangs.

"His name is Bruce! He's my husband."

Mrs. Winter turned her back to Lucky and while preparing corn mush, she said in a gentle voice: "He is an avid fan of Arsenal. If he knew that I brought the captain of Arsenal home for dinner, he would be excited." will jump out of their graves."

Lucky grinned and said, "Both of you are Arsenal fans?"

"I'm not." Mrs. Winter shook her head; "I'm not a fan of any club, and I don't know much about football, but I will pay attention to Arsenal's games."

Lucky raised an eyebrow.

Mrs. Winter stuffed the corn paste into the rice cooker, turned around and wiped her hands with her apron, looking at the photos on the wall, as if recalling something: "Twenty years ago, Bruce took me to Highbury Stadium for the first time. He was as happy as a child, he said, and he brought another supporter to Arsenal! "

Lucky couldn't help but chuckle. He could understand Mr. Bliss's mood at that time.

Mrs. Winter said with a helpless tone; "But I just couldn't stand his nudges. Before that, he kept promoting Arsenal to me as if he was promoting a unique treasure. To be honest, I They’re all a little jealous of Arsenal!”

Mrs. Winter scolded, and Lucky couldn't help laughing.

Mrs. Winter also covered her mouth and chuckled, and said with emotion; "Bruce, like all Arsenal fans, loves Arsenal passionately. It can be said that the club is an important part of his life, until he fell ill and was hospitalized. He is still begging me and wants to go to the stadium to watch the game.”

After a pause, Mrs. Winter sighed and said, "I wish I had taken him there. Until he finally left, he was talking about Arsenal!"

Lucky's eyes drooped slightly and he said softly, "He will be watching us in the sky."

"Yes!" Mrs. Winter smiled; "He likes Arsenal so much, so even in heaven, he will continue to protect it!"

"I once complained about him, and I also resented him. It seemed that there was only football in his world, but I gradually felt relieved!"

Mrs. Winter smiled and said, "I can't argue with a dead man, but after thinking about it, I just want to do something for poor Bruce."

"I'm not an Arsenal fan, but I follow you because I know Bruce is there!"

"And I want to record the scenes he has never seen through my own eyes, so" Mrs. Winter smiled; "I can tell him about it in the future."

Didi!

The rice cooker makes noise, which means the corn is cooked.

Mrs. Winter packaged the polenta and handed it over with hot tea.

"How much?"

"No money! Boy!"

Mrs. Winter shook her head and refused, then smiled and said: "I don't know how long I can watch, so you have to win the Champions League as soon as possible! I think when I convey this news to Bruce, he will be as excited as a child. stand up."

Lucky suddenly felt that the corn was heavy.

"I can't guarantee it!"

"Just work hard! No one will blame a person who works hard!"

On the way back, Lucky's mind was filled with Mrs. Winter's words.

Football!

Not only a passionate sport, but also a warm sport.

Old couples separated by yin and yang can express their thoughts and concerns through the medium of football.

I don’t know how many years Mrs. Winter’s shop has been open, but it must have been a long time.

In these years, she has also been paying attention to every move of Arsenal, every game, and every honor.

Lucky felt that Mrs. Winter had already completed many wonderful stories.

And his mission is to bring this story to an end!

The highest honor that everyone is looking forward to.

Champions League!

This word always appears next to Lucky.

The pressure and motivation were mixed together, making him confused.

But Lucky knows one thing very well!

He is also longing for that championship!

------Digression-----

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