MTL - Strong Waist-Chapter 863 Real Madrid abandoned

  Chapter 863 Real Madrid Abandoned

  After defeating Crystal Palace, Arsenal is still advancing in the standings.

   Their state is still extremely hot, but the same is true for Manchester City, which still maintains an unbeaten record. Manchester City has no losses, and Arsenal can only wait patiently.

  Although Arsenal have created a legendary record of unbeaten championships, they do not believe that Manchester City can replicate this record. For this reason, all Arsenal can do is patiently wait for the opponent's failure.

  At the same time, the Arsenal team is also conducting some coordination training.

   Mourinho's recent tactics have a lot of brains, and he can always come up with new things.

  Sometimes, the Arsenal players don’t know exactly what they are practicing, anyway, it feels very ‘new’ to them

  The head coach asked, and they naturally had to obey.

  Around 3 pm, the day's training ends.

  Arsenal's players began to leave the stadium in batches, while Lucky looked left and right. He searched for two laps in a row, but he didn't see Arteta.

  As an assistant coach, Arteta should accompany the training on the training ground, but at this time, he did not see each other.

   Lucky can only go to Mourinho.

"He was on a business trip!"

  Mourinho's answer is very concise.

   Le Kai asked in surprise; "Business trip?"

  It is really rare for assistant coaches to travel on business, and they are not accompanied by the head coach.

   In this regard, Mourinho nodded; "He went to the Netherlands, and I assigned him some tasks."

  Reminiscent of the upcoming winter window, Lucky nodded slightly.

   Probably because of the transfer issue.

   "Do you have anything?" Mourinho asked.

   Lucky scratched his cheek: "I want him to take me to practice."

  Hearing this, Mourinho raised his eyebrows and said, "How about I accompany you?"

   Lucy was stunned for a moment.

   I saw Mourinho smiling and waving his hands; "Just kidding, go find other assistant coaches, they are probably free!"

   In this regard, Le Kai nodded and left.

  As for the previous sentence, he pretended not to hear it.

   Although Mourinho was a player, he did not play in the professional league.

   Mourinho's evaluation of himself is also very straightforward.

  ‘If I were the head coach, I wouldn’t choose myself as a player! '

   It is unknown how Mourinho's specific skills are, but it should not be much better.

   After all, under such a mature professional system in Europe, failing to play professional football means everything in itself.

  The Netherlands, Helen, FrieslandCampina.

   This is a beautiful small city. The city is built on the hillside, giving people a feeling of going up.

  Especially after stepping on the winding path, climbing all the way up, and when you come to the top to overlook, the small town surrounded by mountains and rivers is extremely beautiful.

  In the train station of Helen City.

  Accompanied by the arrival of an old train, a man in a windbreaker waved forward: "Here!"

   In front of him was a man pulling a suitcase and wearing a long Nike down jacket. His entire face was covered by a hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

   After getting close, the man lifted his hat, showed a bright face, and said with a smile; "Mikel Arteta!"

   It is Arsenal's assistant coach Arteta.

  The man in the windbreaker also smiled and held out his hand; "Scout Mike Lewis, you can call me Louis."

   "Hello, Mr. Lewis."

   After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two walked out of the train station at the invitation of Louis, and got into a small Beetle sedan.

  The car is a bit old and narrow, and it is a bit bumpy on the road.

  Luis smiled while driving; "I'm sorry, only such cars can be rented here. You know, the infrastructure here is not so perfect!"

   Arteta smiled; "European scouts should also improve their salaries. I heard that African scouts already have cars."

  Louis shrugged; "European scouts rely on their legs, this is the consensus!"

   Both of them laughed out loud.

   Soon, Louis pointed to the locker in front of the co-pilot and said, "There are the documents you need."

   Arteta opened the storage box, took out the documents inside, and glanced briefly.

  The first thing that catches the eye is a fair face and a string of names.

  Martin Odegaard.

   "He joined Real Madrid in 2015, but he hasn't been called up again since then. He is probably already in an abandoned state. He joined FC Heerenveen in the Eredivisie in January this year and has scored one goal so far this season."

  After a brief introduction to the situation, Louis turned his head to look at Arteta and said: "I don't quite understand the club's choice. This player's performance is not worthy of our attention!"

   Arteta said: "He performed very well last season."

  Louis: "But he was thoroughly studied."

  Arteta shrugged: "But we see his potential."

   "Okay!" Louis shook his head; "I don't know what your so-called potential is, but I can tell you responsibly that it is a spoiled child."

   "Spoiled child?" Arteta wondered.

  Louis: "Tomorrow there will be a Heerenveen match, when the time comes, you will understand everything!"

  The next day, the 18th round of the Dutch First Division, this is the last game before the winter break.

  In this game, Heerenveen lost to Alkmaar 1:3 at home and lost the game.

   And the fans in the audience vented their anger at the loss on their number 10.

   That is Erdegaard, who is known as the "Norwegian genius".

"loser!!"

   "Trash!!!"

   "You're wasting our rent!"

   "Get out!"

  Facing the angry Heerenveen fans, the fair-faced Erdegaard still raised his chin and glared at the opponent, like a child who refused to admit defeat.

  He seemed to feel that this way he would not appear weak.

   "Look! I'm right! He's a spoiled child!"

  In the noisy environment, Luis had to yell out. He looked at Arteta and said: "Look at how many opportunities he wasted, he played too alone!"

  Arteta did not respond, but looked towards the court, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

   At the same time, the atmosphere in Heerenveen's locker room was dead silent.

   After losing and playing unhappily, everyone's expressions are very ugly.

  After Erdegaard entered the locker room, the atmosphere became even worse.

   His teammates didn't even look at him directly, and Erdegaard went straight to his locker and began to change clothes silently.

   "Some people always think they're geniuses, but they're shit!"

  Tosby cursed in a low voice.

   These words made Erdgaard on the side suddenly violent.

   "Asshole! Whatever you want to say, come directly to me!"

  Edegaard was about to rush in front of the opponent, but Captain Fellman stopped him.

  At this time, Odegaard was thin and thin, far from being the opponent of Captain Felman, who was tightly trapped by the latter.

"calm!"

  Ferman let out a low snort.

   Erdegaard is still struggling.

"calm!-"

Ferman raised his voice again, and slammed Odegaard into the locker. With a huge "boom", Odegaard finally stopped struggling, while Ferman stared at Odegaard firmly. De Gaodao.

   "I think what Tosby said makes sense, we don't need a player who doesn't belong to the team."

  Edegaard said angrily; "That's because you can't keep up with me."

   After all, he thought the captain would be furious, but Fehrman looked at him coldly and said, "Okay, then you go to the team that can keep up with your rhythm, there is no place for you here!"

  Ferman turned and left, while the other Heerenveen players walked out one after another.

   Soon, Erdegaard was the only one left in the locker room.

  Elder bowed his head in silence for a long time, then suddenly punched his fist hard at the locker, and vented loudly; "Shit!"

   Outside the stadium, the bus had already left, and the bus didn't even take Erdegaard away.

  The latter can only take a taxi and leave by himself.

  Sitting on the bus home, Erdegaard lowered the brim of his hat, buried his head in his clothes, and tears flowed down his face.

   At the end of the day, this is just a 20-year-old teenager, far from grown up.

  Facing the anger of his teammates and the dissatisfaction with the status quo, the depression in his heart continued to make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

   Anger, grievance, dissatisfaction, hatred, etc.

  At this time, Erdegaard didn't even know why he was still playing football.

   Playing football is actually not fun!

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