six finger demon

Chapter 216 Mourinho's Ten Commandments of the Bible
After resting for a day and a night to get rid of the jet lag, Tang Wu finished dressing and drove to the Harrington training base.

When stepping into this field again, Tang Wu found that there were many people he didn't know, and there were also many people he knew.

"Hey, Tang? It's really you!" Lampard had sharp eyes and kicked the ball towards Tang Wu.

Tang Wu flicked the ball with his toes and held the ball in his hands. After all, goalkeepers can use their hands.

"Frank, long time no see!"

"Congratulations, Tang, champion of the Asian Cup!" Lampard walked over enthusiastically to reminisce with Tang Wu.

Seeing Tang Wu's arrival, Terry, Makelele and others also came to his side, and the parents greeted him shortly.

"Don, you are awesome, you can save three penalty kicks in a row!" Terry exaggerated in a saving posture, "I have never seen a goalkeeper who can save three penalty kicks in a row!"

"Now you will see it!" Tang Wu made a fart expression, "I am the goalkeeper with the most fingers in the world!"

Just when the few people were chatting happily, a tall and thin figure appeared behind Tang Wu.

When Tang Wu realized that he had just turned around, a black and white glove appeared in front of him.

"Hello, Tom." A young man with blond hair, a thin face, and a pair of bright blue eyes under sunken eye sockets was standing in front of Tang Wu with his right hand outstretched.

Hey, good guy, this kid is half a head taller than me!

Tang Wu knew the identity of the other party as soon as he looked at the person's attire.

"Hello Peter!" Tang Wu also extended his hand and shook hands with the other party in a friendly way.

A smile appeared on Petr Cech's youthful face. Although he was two years older than Tang Wu, he was a rookie at Chelsea.

It is normal for a newcomer to greet all seniors proactively.As for whether this rookie will surpass or even squeeze out the seniors in the future, that is a matter for later.

"You know each other?" Terry looked surprised, and then he stood beside Tang Wu and patted Cech on the back and said, "Don, do you know that Peter is a very, very, super super excellent goalkeeper!"

Lampard also walked beside Cech, stretched out his hand and gestured between his and Tang Wu's foreheads, "Look, Tang, he is really tall!"

Makelele on the side also echoed: "Don, don't look at him, although he is tall, but he is very flexible! My God, I even think he has more potential than Igor!"

Tang Wu blinked and looked at Makelele. He clearly remembered Makelele's evaluation of himself at the beginning: "TOM, you should really learn from Igor."

Seeing the three generals of the blue army gathered around Petr Cech and happily praising their new teammates, Tang Wu felt a little stuffy in his chest.

What kind of ecstasy soup did this guy give you?Isn't it just a month of training?Is he really that good?

"Okay, I see. I'll report to the coach first." Tang Wu didn't want to face these guys anymore, turned around and walked towards the coach's office.

"Don't worry, Tang, we still need a teammate to practice with, and it's not too late to find a coach!" Seeing that Tang Wu was about to leave, Lampard hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab Tang Wu's arm.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wu's reaction was great, he swung his arm violently, and shook Lampard away, "Go and practice yours, don't bother me!"

Several people didn't expect Tang Wu to become so angry suddenly, they all stayed in place, watching Tang Wu's back gradually move away.

"Who knows what happened to this guy? Did he take gunpowder?" Lampard looked innocent.

"Maybe it's jet lag that hasn't reversed yet!" Makelele explained to Tang Wu. "In the past, Veron often lost his temper because he didn't sleep well."

"In this case, let's go to Robben, that kid has good footwork!" Terry turned his head and pulled Cech's arm, "Peter and you are also together, we need a goalkeeper."

Mourinho is still the same, no matter who comes, he is indifferent.At this time, he was sitting in front of the office window, processing the documents in his hand.

This is the place where Ranieri once sat. Tang Wu still clearly remembered that just a few months ago, there was that kind Italian old man sitting in front of the window.

Every time he saw Tang Wu looking for him, he would take off his glasses, look at him kindly, and ask himself what's the matter.

But now, everything has changed.

"Oh, I see, you go back to the team first." The Portuguese didn't even look at Tang Wu, and just responded casually.

Seeing that Mourinho had nothing to say, Tang Wu was also happy and quiet, turned around and walked towards the training ground.

Just about to walk out of the door, Mourinho's voice came from behind him.

"By the way, you haven't, have you?"

"What?" Tang Wu asked curiously.

"Here, that!" The Portuguese casually pointed to a stack of booklets on the corner of the table, "Go get one yourself, I don't think you need the second booklet."

what is that?
In this case, Tang Wu didn't ask, but went straight forward, holding a leaflet-like booklet in his hand.

Open the title page, there are a few large characters printed on it: Mourinho's Ten Commandments of the Bible.

"It was chosen by the players as a joke, but I like this name very much, so I named it after it." Mourinho still did not look up, "You'd better memorize it when you go back, otherwise if you commit a crime , don't blame me for not warning you in advance!"

"Okay coach, I see."

After Tang Wu finished speaking, he took the pamphlet and walked out of the office without looking back.

The so-called "Ten Commandments of Mourinho's Bible" are the team regulations set by Mourinho for Chelsea.

The manual is divided into 7 chapters, the first of which is: no lateness.

"...anyone who is 15 minutes late will be fined £250, double that for the next 15 minutes, and so on."

"...players must know that they are moral role models for children and ordinary people, and they must always behave in a way that is morally and socially correct."

As Tang Wu walked, he silently read these things that had never existed in the La Nieli era.

"TOM, you got the 'New Bible' too?" Seeing Tang Wu coming out of Mourinho's office, Glenn Johnson leaned over and said, "Haha, the days of freedom are gone forever." !"

"You still have the nerve to laugh at me?" Looking at the energetic young black guy, Tang Wu joked: "Look at this article, 'Players must return to their residences before midnight; players are not allowed to be late even on rest days. Go home at two o'clock in the morning.' In other words, you don't want to go to 'lipstick' HAPPY in the future!"

"So what!" Glenn Johnson's reaction was somewhat beyond Tang Wu's expectations, "The coach did this for our own good. Tom, don't you also object to clubbing? Don't you support the coach's doing this?"

"Of course I support it!" Tang Wu didn't expect to be turned against the general.I have a girlfriend, if I really want to, I will help him solve it.But Glen Johnson is different. He needs a lot of women to get rid of his excess energy.

"That's it! Mr. Jose is such a great coach!" Glenn Johnson sighed. "Not only that, Mr. Jose also provided us with a nutritious meal! Let us have a balanced nutrition!"

Um?Still on a restricted diet?

When Tang Wu heard this, he quickly lowered his head and flipped through the manual.

"Don't look for it, it's number 6 on page three." Glenn Johnson recited it backwards. "Smoking and alcohol are strictly prohibited in the locker room. The medical team will determine the menu and no one will be allowed to complain. Players have the right to demand a culture that fits their culture." and customary pre-match food, subject to approval by the medical team. Players are responsible for maintaining a lifestyle that contributes to their optimum performance on the court, which requires them to eat healthy, avoid alcohol and drugs, and ensure adequate sleep .”

"Fuck!" Tang Wu's eyeballs straightened when he heard Glenn Johnson memorize it word for word.

What's going on here?
What happened in your absence?
Did Mourinho trick the players with his Portuguese spell?
Why is even such a bohemian and rebellious young black kid like Glenn Johnson trained to be obedient?
Glen Johnson didn't care about Tang Wu's "shock", but stretched out his hand and turned the booklet to the next page, pointing to a rule on it and said: "TOM, I think this one is more suitable for you, you'd better Keep this in mind."

Tang Wu followed Johnson's finger and saw the rule: ".No matter foreign players or local players, they are not allowed to leave London or England without the approval of the medical team and the head coach. Any player who wants to leave the club needs to get the medical team and the head coach Even if it is to go to other places for medical treatment. Those who leave the team without permission will start disciplinary procedures (see the appendix for disciplinary procedures).”

"That is to say, I can't just skip the head coach and return to China to compete?" Tang Wu turned to the appendix as quickly as possible. The lightest punishment for this above is: suspension for three games.

"Mr. Abramovich also agrees with this article very much. He believes that doing so will increase the cohesion of the club."

"Okay, I got it!" Tang Wu closed the "Mourinho Bible" and stuffed it into his backpack.

"TOM, I advise you to memorize all the rules in this booklet!" Johnson was still a little worried, and reminded Tang Wu.

"Glenn, you know what, I think of an animal when I see you now."

"Oh? What animal?" Glenn Johnson asked curiously.

"Bear!" Tang Wu answered directly, "A bear who grew up in a circus!"

"Oh? You mean I'm approachable?" Glenn Johnson said with a beaming smile.

"Just say what you want!" Tang Wu shook his head, "But I think you are more like a puppet bear!"

"Whatever you say!" Glenn Johnson said indifferently.

Tang Wu looked seriously into Glenn Johnson's eyes, and after confirming that he was not joking, he shook his head, turned and left.

Looking at Tang Wu's back, Glenn Johnson's eyes flashed brightly, and he said to himself, "TOM, Mr. Jose is a great coach, I advise you not to disobey the coach's will, otherwise... "

(End of this chapter)