Strong Waist

Chapter 6 Beautiful Football and Iron-blooded Spirit

The physical examination is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Lucky and Chamberlain were just two little transparent ones at the moment, lining up at the end of the substitute team and not attracting the slightest attention.

The players began to enter the physical examination room one after another.

It's not fast, but it's not too slow either.

After waiting for about half an hour, it was finally Lucky and Chamberlain's turn.

The two of them walked in together.

Inside is a large space with treadmills and various instruments. The players wear oxygen masks and are covered with various medical stickers to undergo a full range of medical tests.

There were several team doctors in white coats nearby who were recording something.

"Next group!"

Soon, the team doctor shouted.

Lucky walked in with Chamberlain.

With the help of the team doctor, the two took off their coats and T-shirts, put on various dense medical patches, and then started jogging on the treadmill.

The team doctor will adjust the frequency and speed from time to time, and the athletes can adjust accordingly.

Soon, the two passed the physical examination.

Lucky has recently undergone special training, so his physical condition has been significantly improved.

Chamberlain, on the other hand, is in a state of improvement and will not be lazy.

The medical report will be sent directly to the coaching staff and will not be released to the players for viewing if it is not necessary.

Lucky and Chamberlain also put on their clothes and prepared to leave.

As soon as the two walked out of the medical station, Lucky met someone.

"It's you?"

Arshavin looked at Lucky in surprise.

He was extremely impressed by Lucky, who defended him twice in a row in the Club World Cup.

With those clean tackles and the continuous blocks that seemed to predict the direction of his breakthrough in advance, it can be said that in that Club World Cup game, he caused more trouble for Arsenal than the entire Sporting CP defense.

Lucky's eyelids jumped when he saw Arshavin.

As a fighting nation, Arshavin is famous for his bad temper.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet, so Lucai subconsciously took two steps back and retreated into the medical room.

It would obviously do him no good to have a conflict with Arshavin now.

Lucky looked at Arshavin warily.

Arshavin glanced at Lucai blankly, then smiled bitterly and said: "Do you think I want to beat you?"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Lucky grinned.

Arshavin smiled, waved his hand and said, "I'm not that stingy, and those two defenses were beautiful, weren't they?"

Hearing this, Lucai raised his eyebrows and said, "True?"

Arshavin smiled and said, "I wouldn't make such a joke to you."

He looked Lucky up and down and said, "So, you have come to Arsenal, right? Professor still likes to train young players. I wish you a happy stay at Arsenal!"

After saying that, Arshavin turned around and left.

Lucky, on the other hand, looked at the other person's back suspiciously and muttered: "It's inexplicable."

Turning his head to look over, Lucky found that Chamberlain was standing in front of him, blocking half of his body.

His fists were clenched tightly, as if he was ready to attack at any moment.

Lucky was a little surprised.

This guy is actually willing to fight for himself?

good! good!

So loyal!

If something happens, come on!

"Let's go, man!" Lucky walked forward with a smile and patted Chamberlain on the shoulder.

Only then did I realize that this guy's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and the front ends of his shoes were buckling on the ground.

Lucky asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"

Chamberlain blushed and said bluntly, "I thought he was here to find me!"

Lucai suddenly realized, so you are not protecting me at all, but you mistakenly think you are looking for yourself?

In the end, you made a big mistake and then felt ashamed of yourself?

Where is this foot?

Embarrassing foot picking?

On the other side, in the head coach's office, Patrice and Wenger were sitting together.

Neither of them looked particularly good-looking.

Patrice said; "The players are not in good condition."

Wenger nodded and said: "I understand that they were affected by the departure of Cesc Fabregas."

"This season we can only rely on Robin van Persie."

Wenger didn't respond. After a moment, he said: "I plan to introduce a few players before the end of the transfer window."

Patrice sarcastically said, "Are you willing to spend money?"

Wenger looked at the other party helplessly and said, "You don't have to mock me like this. I don't feel very good now."

Patrice was silent for a moment and said, "I also need to vent."

Hey~~~~

Wenger let out a long sigh and said, "We need to apologize to Vieira."

Vieira, the former captain of Arsenal, in order to support Cesc Fabregas to take over, Wenger took strong measures to sell the captain who had made great contributions to Arsenal.

Vieira's departure also represents Arsenal's complete bid farewell to the iron-blooded era.

Both fell silent.

After a long time, Wenger said slowly: "I don't know if it's because of my age, but I've begun to doubt myself."

“Is the ‘Graham’ style that I tried so hard to eliminate completely without merit?”

"We are playing beautiful football now, but we don't have championships, and there were many championships in their era!"

Patrice was shocked and said quickly, "You can't think like that. What we did was fine back then."

Wenger waved his hand and interrupted: "When I used Bergkamp to inject technical factors into Arsenal, I was convinced that this was the future path of Arsenal."

"Even in order to implement beautiful football more thoroughly, I drove away Vieira and established a new system with Cesc Fabregas as the core!"

“But it’s this system that has kept us without a championship for six years!”

Wenger's expression began to become a little distorted, and he even said ferociously: "We played too softly! Like a soft egg, anyone can pinch it!"

“Without a championship, it’s shit!——”

Patrice was a little frightened.

He has worked with Wenger for so many years, but to be honest, this is the first time he has seen Wenger like this.

Perhaps, Fabregas's departure completely shattered Wenger's last remaining persistence.

Wenger kept taking deep breaths to adjust his emotions and calm himself down.

He rubbed his face again and then said, "I understand Ferguson somewhat now. Sometimes it is wrong to blindly pursue technology. We need something spiritual."

"For example?" Patrice asked.

Wenger shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it will definitely appear!"

Wenger looked outward, his deep eyes looking at the endless blue sky.

he is looking for

Looking for someone who can give Arsenal some unique flair.

He believed that this person must be somewhere.

Destiny will guide them to gather here!

"Come! Let's compete! You came to me, how was it?"

After returning to the training ground, Lucai said eagerly.

He hasn't touched the ball in two weeks and is almost sick.

Chamberlain also showed a strong interest in this.

Chamberlain has full confidence in his skills. He is known as Southampton's winger genius.

Lucky took out a rubber ball from the equipment room and threw it.

Then he stood five meters away from the opponent and made a hook.

"Get past me!"

Seeing Lucky's provocation, Chamberlain's pride was aroused, and he decisively moved the ball forward.

Chamberlain's frequency of hitting the ball is not fast, and the distance between the ball and the shoe surface is not too far or too close.

Lucky turned slightly sideways, squatted down, raised his right hand forward and sideways, blocking the incision channel.

This is a very common defensive tactic.

Chamberlain scoffed at this and planned to speed up and beat Lucky directly with speed.

But just as the ball was about to touch his feet, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, blocking the way.

Chamberlain panicked, his rhythm stopped, and the ball hit his feet and bounced towards Lucky.

Lucky stepped on it easily, straightened his body and looked at Chamberlain with a smile.

The latter was stunned.

But soon, Chamberlain said sternly, "No, let's do it again!"

Lucky kicked the ball back, then retreated five meters back, squatting down to block the inside line.

Chamberlain took a deep breath, knowing that the Asian in front of him should not underestimate him.

He began to move forward in earnest, becoming much more cautious this time.

But Lucky still maintained that posture.

The two were two meters apart, taking small steps back.

Both of them were very patient. After advancing about five meters, Chamberlain couldn't help but prepare to sprint forward again.

Sure enough, Lucky stood in front of him again.

But this time Chamberlain was well prepared. He buckled his feet and forced his waist to change direction, hoping to break through from the right side.

But the next second, his foot stopped moving.

The ball seemed to be blocked by something.

Chamberlain also couldn't bear the inertia and fell like a dog.

He turned around and saw that Lucky was still stepping on the ball and looking at him with a smile.

"you"

Chamberlain is proud. He was blocked by his peers twice in a row, which he couldn't accept.

But I feel relieved when I think that Lucky joined Arsenal at the age of 17 and must be outstanding.

"how did you do that?"

Chamberlain patted the grass clippings on his chest and stood up and asked.

His two consecutive fake moves were seen through by Lucky.

He thought that his fake movements were not that obvious. How did he judge it?

Moreover, Lucai's move was too decisive.