I Want to Be the King of Football

It was another sunny morning.

Mike Clegg came to the gym at the Carrington Training Base on time as usual.

In this training base, almost every employee has his own office, and Mike Craig’s office is this state-of-the-art gym because he is Manchester United’s fitness coach.

He was originally the owner of a gym. He trained his two sons to become professional weightlifters and won unanimous praise from the outside world. In order for the other two sons to successfully join Manchester United’s youth training camp, he chose to come to the Red Devils for physical fitness. coach.

But it is a pity that neither of his sons seems to have a good talent for playing football.

As usual, Mike Clegg stopped by the window outside the gym.

Passing through the window, he saw a young player sitting in front of a bicycle with his shirtless shirtless inside, pedaling hard with his feet, already sweating profusely, but his expression was extremely focused and devoted.

Cristiano Ronaldo!

An eighteen-year-old Portuguese boy.

Mike Clegg still clearly remembers that it was the first day Ronnie joined Manchester United.

Accompanied by club employees, he hastily walked around the Carrington training base and went straight to the gym.

At that time, the physical fitness coach was sitting comfortably in the comfortable lounge chair, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window, and he was lazily, and Ronnie appeared in front of him against the sunlight.

The Portuguese teenager looked at him with his talking eyes and said in a very firm tone: "I want to be the strongest player in the world, you must help me!"

Mike Clegg's first reaction was to laugh.

He joined Manchester United from two thousand years. In this team that has gathered the world's best stars and rookies, people who have said similar things to him, I don't know how many people have, but now they are all gone.

Except for the gym training mandatory by the coaching staff, which player is not afraid to avoid the gym?

"Let's take action!" Mike Clegg stood up and said mischievously.

What he didn't expect was that the Portuguese teenagers were meticulous in all the training projects he arranged afterwards, and they did it without any discount. There was even a feeling of not being fed enough, and strongly demanded that the training intensity be increased.

"Compared with the training I received in Portugal, it belongs to pediatrics!"

Afterwards, Mike Clegg gradually increased and continued to increase Ronnie's training, and the Portuguese boy also changed from being easy to support, but he just gritted his teeth.

Then again, Mike Clegg couldn't help asking him, why did he practice so hard?

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Ronnie grinned with white teeth, "Desperately? That's because you haven't seen Su Dong."

"Su Dong? The one who joined Valencia?"

"He is my best friend and my strongest opponent. He is hardworking when he trains. I am not here to play at Manchester United. I want to play the main force. I want to become the strongest player in the world. Don’t let it go!"

When he said this, Ronnie raised his head like a proud and aggressive rooster.

...

As an 18-year-old player, Ronnie came to the giants Manchester United. Although he is the successor to Beckham, he is only a rookie in the end, whether it is in the warm-up match or the beginning of the Premier League. It is impossible for Ferguson to let him take the lead alone and take the lead.

After Beckham left, Manchester United changed the previous play, allowing Solskjaer to appear on the right and Ronnie became a substitute.

While playing Bolton, Ronnie met his former brother-in-law Jardel, but compared to the Brazilian center who started and played the entire game, he only played for 29 minutes without any contribution, just let people see A look at his dazzling dribbling footwork, but in the Premier League, it seems very fancy.

Premier League fans who admire speed and confrontation do not like this kind of fancy dribbling. They like simplicity, directness, and roughness!

But after playing Bolton, Ronnie received news from Spain.

His best friend Su Dong scored twice in the Citrus Cup against Real Madrid and created a penalty.

Although it was just a warm-up match, it was about Real Madrid and attracted the attention of the whole world. So Dong was also reported by the media all over the world.

Ronnie stared at the newspaper for a long time, did not speak, and went straight to the gym.

In the second game against Newcastle, Ronnie came off the bench again, this time for less time, only 14 minutes, and still made no contribution.

But within two days, he received the news again.

In the first leg of the third round of the UEFA Champions League qualifiers, in Valencia's home game against Slavia Prague, Su Dong scored twice and performed quite well, helping Valencia beat the Czech team four-to-zero.

After the game, Su Dong was elected as the best player of the game.

This time, Ronnie walked straight into Ferguson's office and asked for more playing time.

But after Ferguson's reply to him, he said, "It's not the time yet!"

As a result, the Portuguese teenager can only vent his eagerness on the gym equipment.

They all joined the four major leagues. Ronnie started from a higher starting point than Su Dong. He joined the top giants Manchester United, while Su Dong went to Valencia, but in the end, the situation of the two was completely different.

When Su Dong broke through Real Madrid's goal and led Valencia to basically qualify for the Champions League group stage, he could only play soy sauce.

Why does this make Ronnie feel so arrogant?

He still called Su Dong to congratulate him and asked for a meal, but he stayed longer in the gym.

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Come to Carrington earlier and leave later.

...

Mike Craig walked into the gym.

Ronnie just finished cycling training and came down to wipe his sweat out of breath.

"Mike, you are five minutes late." Ronnie reminded him, pointing to the clock on the wall.

Clegg turned his head and glanced at the clock, and smiled at the Portuguese boy. He certainly wouldn't say that he had been standing outside the door for a while.

"You should learn your English first, then talk to me."

"I now have three English tutoring classes a week, and simple communication is no problem."

Mike Craig laughed and said, "Your spoken English has a strong smell of the Atlantic monsoon."

"You British people only speak English." Ronnie was also tit-for-tat.

"Please, this is Britain, of course English is spoken here, your non-standard spoken language will be laughed at."

"Whoever laughs, I only have one goal, and that is to become the strongest player in the world. I don't care what others think of me, it has nothing to do with me."

Mike Craig shrugged, helpless.

After playing with this kind of tongue a few times, he himself felt boring.

"Your best friend didn't score a goal this time." Clegg said.

Ronnie's face is still very ugly, "but he assisted."

Just last night, Valencia challenged Slavia Prague away, and the two sides drew a tie.

Su Dong did not score this time, but assisted Aimar to score a goal.

Four to zero at home and one to one away, Valencia advanced to the Champions League group stage with a total score of five to one.

"That kid is really only eighteen years old?" Craig was a little disbelief.

He is burly and very sturdy and has a deterrent effect on the court. Slavia Prague and even two central defenders can't hold him back, let alone one-on-one.

"September 13th is his birthday, and he will be nineteen years old afterwards." Ronnie remembered it clearly.

"You said he was thin before?"

"Yes, more than two years ago."

"Then how does he practice?"

"As I said, he has a personal coaching team with four people."

"Oh, so you hired a chef, plus me and John, and your team has four people."

Ronnie couldn't hold back for a while, smiled directly, and flew a kick in the direction of Clegg, but it was too far to kick anyone.

"The old man promised me that if the group stage draws and meets Valencia, he will let me play the whole game." Ronnie said expectantly.

There is only one old man in his mouth, and that is Ferguson.

Mike Clegg looked at this innocent teenager with a pitiful look. He was hesitant to break his unrealistic fantasy?

In the end, he decided to break it because of the bad taste.

A good young man has illusions about a sixty or seventy-year-old man, which always feels weird.

"In fact, Valencia will be the first team as long as it enters the group stage."

"Huh?" Ronnie didn't understand for a while.

"The Champions League points go back five years. Valencia has scored European points in 2000 and 2001. So now, after they enter the group stage, they are the first team~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Follow us same."

Ronnie's face changed, and he immediately understood.

According to the qualifications of the Champions League draw, the eight teams in the first tier will be divided into eight different groups and will only meet the teams in the other third tiers. At least in the group stage, it is impossible to meet the first tier team. .

But that **** old man obviously didn't say that!

Ronnie is very smart, especially when he sees Craig's uncontrollable expression, he still doesn't understand that he has been tricked by that **** old fox.

"What a damn, I'm a 60 or 70-year-old man, even his own players are fooled!" Ronnie swore angrily.

"This is not the first time, and it won't be the last." Craig had an expression on my chest that I knew earlier.

Ronnie got more and more angry, but the point was that he didn't have a place to reason.

It's no wonder that when he made the request to play Valencia, Ferguson almost agreed without even thinking about it. It was very refreshing.

Fortunately, Ronnie was still very moved at the time, thinking that Ferguson was considerate of his feelings. It turned out that this **** old man had already figured out the account, and he won't be able to cash it out until the end of February next year at the earliest.

Maybe, I haven't met Valencia this season!

This **** old man, even if he flicks his opponent, he even fudges himself!

"Too tasteless!" Ronnie scolded again angrily.

...

At this moment, in an office not far away, an old man with a red nose sneezed hard for no reason.

"Damn, who is scolding me behind?"

But frowning and counting with his fingers for a long time, he found that he couldn't count.

He has too many opponents.

"It must be Wenger's old bastard, he is the only one who can do such a dishonest thing!"

"Speaking of swearing, who is afraid of whom?"

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