Ten laps, but just over 4,000 meters, for Neville, it's just a drizzle.

This time, even if it is still an amazing number, at least it will not seem too shocking, and it will be controlled within a fairly "scientific" range.

After the run, Neville gasped for air, his hands on his knees, bent over, sweat down his cheeks to his chin, and fell to the ground, in short, a picture of me working hard.

It's the truth.

Neville thought the 4,000 meters were hard because he couldn't give it his all, and every step he had to estimate if it was beyond the reasonable range, which made him feel like he was shackled on both feet.

Well, he did wear "shackles", a magic item that could suppress his magic and power, otherwise with the control he wouldn't have been able to keep up with at the end of the semester......

Unthinkable.

However, after wearing that thing, the exercise experience is very poor!

He likes sports, he likes to run, he likes the sense of speed that he has, and what he is doing now is almost the opposite.

There were many things that Neville didn't understand, such as what Lyle said about being caught by Muggles and slicing them for study.

He was just depressed.

At the same time, he was vaguely aware of the delicate and complex relationship between wizards and Muggles.

Young people always have a lot of cranky thoughts, and Neville, he's finally reached this stage, but he's not the kind of person who likes to reveal his inner thoughts, at most he just mentions it to Lyle.

He looked up, and Lyle was right next to him, holding an unopened bottle of iced Coke in his hand.

"Whew, it's really hot. Lyle unscrewed the cap as he spoke.

Neville licked his lips, after this exercise, his water loss was very large, if he could drink a bottle, no, a big sip of ice......

"Gooo~"

Half of the bottle poured into Lyle's stomach, and after a slight pause, he cleaned up the last bit without wasting anything under Neville's expectant gaze.

The smile on Neville's face faded......

"Ah, that's cool!"

Someone who was shameless stretched happily, then patted Neville on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't look at me like that, you will be a football player in the future, and you must pay attention to scientific combination in terms of diet." ”

"Uh......"

It's okay not to talk about it, but when it comes to eating, Neville feels that he has a stomach full of bitter water that must be poured out.

Needless to say, the standard of food at Hogwarts is needless to say, and Neville doesn't expect to be able to eat and drink as much as he can everywhere he goes, but the cafeteria in this place he is in now is much worse than at home.

Aside from the different tastes of Muggles and wizards, and the differences in eating habits across England, Neville struggled with not having enough to eat, and the three meals a day here were only a quarter of what he enjoyed at Hogwarts.

Neville had only been here for a few days, and he was already hungry enough to go to the kitchen to steal food, Harry used to do this kind of thing when he was at Hogwarts, and Neville was still very disciplined at that time, and he didn't participate in it once, and now he can be forced to this extent......

There's nothing to blame for that, there's something wrong with the kids, they're just hungry.

When he came, he prepared a magic backpack with thirty cubic reserves, which was the wisest decision Neville felt had. Relying on the reserve grain inside, he finally didn't do anything illegal and undisciplined, but because he didn't know when he would have the opportunity to replenish the inventory, he still had to plan well and use it sparingly, and it was impossible to eat and drink.

Rest time is always limited, and by the time Neville gets back to work, the next training session will begin.

Match.

This kind of training should be ordinary and ordinary, but today because of the arrival of head coach Alex Ferguson, it has been given a more important meaning.

Even if you know that Ferguson is most likely to come to see the newcomer who has only been here for three days, there are still people who want to use this confrontation to stand out, make a good impression in front of the manager, and maybe even enter the first team.

People always have to have dreams.

The list was set a long time ago, and after it was announced, many people felt that they had not washed it, because the difference in strength between the two teams was very large, almost the youth team that won the championship last year VS the youth team substitute and below the player.

And Neville, on the weak side, is in a position of-

Central defender.

Dressed in a crisp suit, shin guards and everything, Neville stood in front of the goalkeeper on the soft turf, at the back of the football half.

Neville, who is serious and serious, always has a calm and resolute face, which makes people feel very secure and down-to-earth.

Among those people is Ferguson, of course, who now feels that Neville is becoming more and more pleasing to the eye.

The middle-aged man named Lyle had talked to him just now, and he already knew a lot about Neville, probably because the descendants of an ancient family wanted to play football, but he didn't have any background before, and he was a complete layman, so he came here to train Balabala first......

It is said that Ferguson has nothing to do with this kind of relationship that is forced into the club's top management by greeting him, but this person's physical fitness really impressed Ferguson, after all, many times skills can be practiced, while others can only rely on talent.

If it is cultivated well, it will be equivalent to picking up a main central defender for nothing, and Ferguson will also have a rare YY.

It's just that a minute after the game started, it could be seen from his expression-

He began to regret it.

"Bang!"

"Ahh

With a muffled sound, a scream of pain and a whistle, the game was temporarily interrupted, and the team doctor ran quickly to the field with the medical kit, checked the injured full-back, and made a substitution gesture.

"Uh, I really didn't mean to......"

Neville scratched his head in embarrassment, nervously awaiting the referee's penalty. The rules of the football game, he is still very clear, he has already learned, causing people to leave the field due to injury, depending on the severity of the circumstances, the punishment is different, I hope it will not be a red card directly punished.

The referee looked at Neville with a blank face, trying to suppress the urge to burst into laughter, until his expression was almost untenable, he took a deep breath and motioned for the game to continue.

"Next time, pay attention, it's your teammates. The referee admonished with feigned seriousness.

"Uh, I see. ”

Neville was even more embarrassed, and everyone on the field, except for the unlucky guy who had only been playing for a minute and was about to lie down in the infirmary, many were laughing heartily.

There were also people who couldn't laugh, such as the new full-back, who had to play with Neville for 89 minutes.

Another example is Alex Ferguson.

"That's a good!" he gave Neville a "very high" rating: "I got rid of a full-back in the first minute! The football game should be revised, three substitutions are not enough! No! Twenty-three players are not enough for him to consume! Also, didn't you teach him what it means to be a central defender?"

"He's just too nervous. Harrison explained: "Trust him, give him more opportunities, and he'll surprise you......

The voice did not fall.

"Bang!"

There was another muffled sound, this time without screaming, but the referee's whistle sounded quickly, and then the team doctor trotted into the stadium again with a medical kit.

"Uh, I ......"

Neville really didn't know what to say this time, this was the second time he jumped, and then a player flew sideways, and besides, it wasn't intentional, and no one believed it.

However, he did not mean to.

Otherwise, even the rescue process can be directly omitted.

Ferguson on the sidelines looked at Neville who received a yellow card, and then thought about what Harrison said to him half a minute ago, even though he knew that Neville was almost a layman, he couldn't help but sarcastically say: "This is the surprise you said? Two minutes of yellow card? I can play better than him on the pitch now!"

"At least not his teammates who fell this time. Harrison replied earnestly.