Strong Waist

Chapter 83: Real Madrid abandons general

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

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

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

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

Mourinho's recent tactics have been very creative and he is always able to come up with new things.

Sometimes, Arsenal players don’t know exactly what they are practicing, but it gives them a very ‘new’ feeling anyway.

If the head coach asked, they naturally had no choice but to obey.

Around 3 p.m., the day’s training ends.

Arsenal's players began to leave the stadium in batches, while Lucky looked left and right, looking around twice, but he did not see Arteta.

As an assistant coach, Arteta was supposed to accompany him during training at the training ground, but at this time, he did not see him.

Lucky could only go to Mourinho.

"He was on a business trip!"

Mourinho's answer was succinct.

Lucky said in surprise; "On a business trip?"

It is really rare for assistant coaches to travel without the head coach.

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

Thinking of the upcoming winter window, Lucky nodded slightly.

Probably due to transfer issues.

"What do you want?" 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?"

Lucky was stunned for a moment.

Mourinho smiled and waved his hand and said, "Just kidding, go find other assistant coaches, they are probably free!"

In response, Lucky nodded and left.

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

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

Mourinho is also very straightforward in his evaluation of himself.

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

Mourinho's specific skills are unknown, but they shouldn't be much better.

After all, under such a mature professional system in Europe, not being able to play professional football means everything in itself.

Heeren, FrieslandCampina, Netherlands.

This is a beautiful small city. The city is built on the mountain, giving people a sense of upwards.

Especially after setting foot on the winding path, climbing all the way up, and looking down from the top, the small town surrounded by mountains and rivers is particularly beautiful.

Inside the train station in Helen City.

As an old train arrived, a man in a windbreaker waved to the front and said, "Here!"

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

After getting closer, the man lifted his hat, revealed a cheerful face, and said with a smile: "Mikel Arteta!"

It was Arteta, Arsenal’s assistant coach.

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

"Hello, Mr. Lewis."

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

The car was a bit old and cramped, and the road was a bit bumpy.

Louis smiled as he drove; "Sorry, you can only rent cars like this here. You know, the infrastructure here is not that perfect!"

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Arteta smiled and said: "European scouts should also improve their treatment. 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, Lewis pointed to the locker in front of the passenger seat and said, "There are the documents you need there."

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

The first thing that caught his eye was a fair face and a string of names.

Martin Odegaard.

"He joined Real Madrid in 2015, but has not been called up again since then, and is most likely in a state of abandonment. He joined FC Heerenveen in the Eredivisie in January this year and has scored one goal so far this season."

After briefly introducing the situation, Louis turned 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's been studied thoroughly."

Arteta shrugged: "But we saw his potential."

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

"Spoiled child?" Arteta wondered.

Louis: "There is a Heerenveen game tomorrow. You will understand everything by then!"

The next day, the 18th round of the Dutch Eredivisie League was the last game before the winter break.

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

The fans in the audience vented their anger for losing on their No. 10.

That is, Odegaard, who is known as the ‘Norwegian Genius’.

"loser!!!"

"waste!!!!!"

"You're wasting our rent money!"

"Get out of here!"

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

He seemed to think that this way he wouldn't look weak.

"Look! What I said is right! He is just a spoiled child!"

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

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

At the same time, the atmosphere in Heerenveen's dressing room was deathly silent.

After losing and not playing well, everyone's expressions were very ugly.

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

His teammates didn't even look at him. Odegaard walked straight to his locker and began to change clothes silently.

"Some people always think they are geniuses, but in fact they are just shit!"

Thorsby cursed under his breath.

These words made Odegaard on the side suddenly burst into anger.

"Asshole! If you want to say anything, just come at me!"

Just as Odegaard was about to rush in front of the opponent, captain Fellman stopped him.

At this time, Odegaard was thin and thin, and was far from a match for captain Fellman, who was tightly trapped by the latter.

"calm!"

Fellman shouted.

Odegaard is still struggling.

"calm!!--"

Fellman raised his voice again and threw Odegaard against the locker. With a huge "winter" sound, Odegaard finally stopped struggling in pain, while Fellman stared at Odegaard. Virtue.

"I think Thorsby is right, we don't need a player who doesn't belong to the team."

Odegaard said angrily; "That's because you can't keep up with my pace."

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

Fairman turned and left, and the other Heerenveen players also walked out.

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

Odegaard lowered his head and was silent for a long time, then suddenly punched the locker with his fist and loudly vented: "Shit!"

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

The latter could only take a taxi and leave alone.

Sitting on the bus home, Odegaard lowered the brim of his hat, buried his head in his clothes, and shed tears unsatisfactorily.

After all, this is just a 20-year-old teenager who is far from growing up.

Faced with the anger of his teammates and dissatisfaction with the current situation, the depression that continued in his heart made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Anger, grievance, dissatisfaction, hatred, etc.

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

Playing football is actually not fun!

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