football's number one madman

Chapter 4 Want to take off my clothes?

July 7, 25:20 in the evening.

London, John Inn pub.

After walking into the bar, Lee Polo didn't see the overly luxurious decoration style. After all, the players in League Two are generally struggling with food and clothing. No one can go in and out of high-end entertainment venues, and the people who consume here are ordinary people.

Li Boluo quietly took out a hangover medicine from his pocket, asked for a glass of water from the bar, and drank it directly, then walked to the box reserved by the captain.

"Hey, brother!"

Barry Fuller gave him a high-five with a smile:

"I'm just waiting for you!"

The box was already full of other teammates, including the 102-kilogram Akinfenwa who had played against Lee Polo many times before.

Akinfenwa directly raised a glass of golden beer:
"Little guy, you did a good job last game!"

Li Boluo grinned, raised his glass and touched him:
"You're not bad either!"

Ajinfen laughed loudly, and the muscles all over his body were visibly trembling.

A slightly bald guy stood up holding a glass of wine:

"I'm Jack Smith, the team's vice-captain, and welcome to the new Wimbledon!"

Another big man with a stature close to 1.9 meters also raised the cup:

"Third Captain, Mark Phillips, welcome, lad!"

Before Li Poluo could sit down, they poured him three cups in a row, and his mouth felt a little bitter.

Seeing him drinking happily, these teammates all laughed.

Captain Fuller patted him on the shoulder:

"Have you read the history of New Wimbledon?"

Li Boluo nodded slightly. Since he joined this club, he certainly checked the relevant information.

The history of Wimbledon can be traced back to 1889, and it is one of the earliest teams established in England, more than 120 years ago.Due to the fierce and wild style of play, Wimbledon has always been known as the "crazy gang", which is also in line with the temperament of British football and is very popular among the people.

But in 2003, due to the intervention of the capital market, the new owner moved the team to a wealthy area and changed its name to Milton Keynes Club; fans and other supporters set up New Wimbledon in anger, but due to insufficient financial resources, only Can develop from scratch step by step from a low-level league.

Fuller smiled:
"Then have you heard of...the team's welcome ceremony?"

The others immediately let out a "hehe" laugh.

Lee Polo froze for a moment:
"what is that?"

Vice-captain Smith explained with a smirk:
"To put it simply, there are three steps: first, take off your clothes; second, everyone sprays champagne on you; third, you run around the bar naked, if you are in the mood, You can also sing our team song again."

Lee Polo looked at Fuller:
"It's not real, is it?"

The captain shrugged:

"Unfortunately, this is the tradition of the mad gang, everyone has to do it when they join the team!"

Lee Polo turned to Akinfenwa again:

"You too?"

Akinfenwa grinned, his teeth looked extraordinarily white under his dark skin:

"Me? I don't."

Lee Polo widened his eyes:

"why?"

He showed off his twitching muscles:

"Because...they can't take off my clothes, hahaha!"

Li Poluo felt his eyelids twitch, but he was still unwilling to compromise:

"What if... what if I refuse?"

Fuller's expression turned cold:
"you sure?"

Li Poluo took a deep breath, and finally nodded slowly:
"I'm sure."

Fuller pointed to the door:
"Then you are not welcome at New Wimbledon!"

Li Poluo glanced at him, then at Akinfenwa, Smith, Phillips and others, and suddenly grinned:
"goodbye!"

Then he slammed the door and walked out without looking back!

A dozen players looked at each other, and someone couldn't help but say:
"This little guy...is a bit too crazy!"

Smith rubbed his sparse stubble:

"It shouldn't be, he is just an amateur player, how could he have the guts to lose his temper in front of us?"

Fuller raised his glass:
"Jack, tomorrow morning, you can teach him what a real professional player is!"
-
November 7, 26:8 am.

With 15 minutes left until the morning's training session, the new Wimbledon coaching staff have already started their day's work.

Team doctor Stuart Douglas is reporting on the team's injuries:
"The central defender William Nightingale suffered a severe torn thigh muscle and needs to rest for at least 6 weeks; there are also Tom Beal and Sammy Moore, they are all about to become glass people..."

Head coach Neil Ardley interrupted his debrief:
"Tom has decided to return to school, and Sami will officially transfer soon, so there is no need to consider their injuries in the new season."

Douglas nodded and crossed the names of the two players off the list.

Assistant coach Cox looked at him and asked:
"How about the new little guy?"

Douglas raised his eyelids and asked:
"Which one? At least a third of our summer players are new."

Cox smiled and rubbed his chin:
"That kid of Chinese descent who just signed a formal contract yesterday."

Douglas put down the folder in his hand, thought for a few seconds, and then answered him:
"Polo Lee? I still remember his physical examination report. For an East Asian player, it's really good to have this physique. His jumping ability and explosive power are above average. And I heard...he Have you singled out Akinfenwa in the warm-up match?"

Cox coughed and corrected him:
"You also know that it was just a warm-up match, so it shouldn't be taken seriously."

Adrey disagreed with the assistant's point of view:
"We signed him, isn't it because of the ability he showed in the warm-up game?"

Cox shrugged:

"Okay, but for us, he is still a pure novice. It may be a long time before he wants to play in an official game."

Adrey didn't deny it, he stood up and patted his clothes:
"Let's go to the training ground!"
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"Hey guys, let me introduce you to the No.8 new player of this season."

A few minutes later, the players gathered one after another, and Cox pointed to Lee Polo who was standing at the back:

"You should be familiar with the little guy from Clapton, Polo Lee, who played a friendly match with us just three days ago."

He looked at Fuller who was standing at the front again:
"As the captain, I hope you can help him integrate into the team as soon as possible."

Fuller immediately rolled his eyes:
"Sorry, Coach, he doesn't seem to want to fit into the Wimbledon tradition."

Vice-captain Smith also shrugged his shoulders in support of Fuller:
"Yes, he refused our help."

Cox was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something more when he was interrupted by head coach Adrey:

"Everyone move for me! Basic warm-up for half an hour, and then confrontation training!"

Fuller and Smith grinned, and looked at Li Polo in unison:
"You heard it too, the coach asked us to help you integrate into the team."

Li Poluo raised his eyebrows without fear:
"Come on, two captains!"

He wanted to see what these old fellows could do to him!

(End of this chapter)