() After resting for a day and a night and reversing the jet lag, Tang Wu finished dressing and drove to the Harrington training base.

When he stepped into this stadium again, Tang Wu found that there were many more people he didn't know, and there were fewer people he knew.

"Hey, Don? It's really you! Frank Lampard's eyes were sharp, and he kicked the ball at Tang Wu's feet.

Tang Wu picked the ball in his hand with his toes, after all, the goalkeeper can use his hands.

"Frank, long time no see!"

"Don, congratulations, Asian Cup champion!" Frank Lampard walked over enthusiastically to catch up with Tang Wu.

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

"Don, you're really a bull, you can save three penalties in a row!" Terry made a save and exaggerated, "I haven't seen a goalkeeper who can save three penalties in a row!" ”

"Don't you see it now!" Tang Wu made a stinky expression, "I'm the goalkeeper with the most fingers in the world!" ”

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

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

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

Oh, good fellow, this kid is half a head taller than me!

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

"Hello Peter!" Tang Wu also stretched out his hand and shook it with the other party in a friendly manner.

A smile appeared on Petr's youthful face, and although he was two years older than Tang Wu, he was a newcomer at Chelsea.

It is normal for a newcomer to take the initiative to greet all his seniors. As for whether this new Ding will surpass his predecessors or even squeeze out his predecessors in the future, that is a matter for later.

"You know?" Terry looked surprised, and then he stood up from Tang Wu and patted Cech on the back and said, "Don, do you know that Peter is a very, very, super super good goalkeeper!" ”

Frank Lampard also walked past Cech and reached out to gesture between his forehead and Tang Wu's, "Don, look, he's so tall!" ”

Makellele, who was on the side, also echoed beside him: "Don, don't look at him, although he is tall, he is very flexible!" Oh my God, I even think he has more potential than Igor! ”

Tang Wu blinked and looked at Makelele, he clearly remembered what Makelele had said about himself: "To you, you should really study like Igor..."

Looking at the three Blues generals gathered around Cech and happily praising his new teammates, Tang Wu only felt a little stuffy in his chest.

What kind of ** soup did this guy pour you guys? Isn't it just a one-month intensive training? Is he really that good?

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

"Don't Don, we still have a teammate to spar here, and it's not too late to find a coach!" Seeing that Tang Wu was leaving, Lampard hurriedly reached out to tug Tang Wu's arm.

Who knew that Tang Wu reacted greatly, and shook his arm violently, shaking Lampard away, "You go to practice yours, don't bother me!" ”

A few people didn't expect Tang Wu to suddenly get so angry, and they stayed where they were one by one, watching Tang Wu's back gradually move away.

"Who knows what's wrong with this guy? Have you eaten gunpowder? Frank Lampard looked innocent.

"Maybe it's not the jet lag yet!" Makelle Tie Tang Wu explained. "In the past, Peron often lost his temper because he didn't sleep well."

"In that case, let's go find Robben, that kid's footwork is not bad!" Terry turned his head and took Cech's arm, "Peter, you too, we need a goalkeeper..."

Mourinho is still the same old man, no matter who comes, he will ignore it. At this time, he sat in front of the office window, working on the documents in his hand.

This is where Lajili used to sit, and Tang Wu still clearly remembers that just a few months ago, there was the kind old Italian man sitting in front of the window.

Every time he saw Tang Wu coming to him, he would take off his glasses, look at himself kindly, and ask himself what was wrong.

But now, everything has changed.

"Oh, I see, you can go back first." The Portuguese didn't even glance at Tang Wu, but just responded casually.

Seeing that Mourinho did not follow, Tang Wu was also happy to be quiet, turned around and walked towards the training ground.

Just as he was about to walk out of the door, he heard Mourinho's shouts behind him.

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

"What?" Tang Wu said curiously.

"Oh, that!" The Portuguese casually pointed to a stack of pamphlets in the corner of the table, "Go get one yourself, I don't think you need a second." ”

What is that?

Tang Wu didn't ask in this way, but walked straight forward and took a leaflet-like booklet in his hand.

Turning the title page, there are a few large characters printed on it: The Ten Commandments of the Murinho Bible.

"It was a joke from the players, but I liked the name so much that I named it." Mourinho still didn't look up, "You'd better memorize it when you go back, otherwise if you make a mistake, don't blame me for not warning you in advance!" ”

"Okay coach, I see."

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

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

The manual is divided into 7 chapters, the first of which is: Do not be late.

“... Anyone who is 15 minutes late is fined £250, doubled for the next 15 minutes, and so on. ”

“... Players must know that they are moral role models for children and ordinary people, and that they must always act in a morally and socially correct way. ”

As Tang Wu walked, he silently read these things that had never been seen in the era of Lajianli.

"Well, 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!" ”

"Are you too embarrassed to laugh at me?" Looking at the energetic young black guy, Tang Wu joked: "Look at this, 'The player must return to his residence before midnight; Even on rest days, players are not allowed to go home later than 2 a.m. In other words, you don't want to go to 'lipstick' happy in the future! ”

"So what!" Glenn Johnson's reaction was somewhat unexpected for Tang Wu, "The coach is doing this for our good. Aren't you against clubbing, too? Don't you support coaches doing that? ”

"I... Of course I support it! "Tang Wu didn't expect to be countered to the army. I have a girlfriend, and if I really want to, I'll help him solve it. But Glenn Johnson is different, he needs a lot of women to pass away his excess energy.

"That's it! Mr. Jose is such a great coach! Glenn Johnson sighed. Not only that, but Mr. José also prepared a nutritious meal for us! Let's be nutritionally balanced! ”

Well? Also restricted diet?

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

"Don't look for it, it's number 6 on page 3." Glenn Johnson recoiled, "Smoking and drinking are strictly prohibited in the locker room. The medical team will decide on the menu and no one will be allowed to complain. Players have the right to request a pre-match food that is appropriate to their culture and habits, subject to approval from the medical team. It is the responsibility of the players to maintain a lifestyle that contributes their best physical performance on the field, which requires them to eat a healthy diet, not drink too much, do not use drugs, and ensure adequate sleep. ”

"!" Listening to Glenn Johnson recite it word for word, Tang Wu's eyes straightened.

What's going on?

What happened during my absence?

Could it be that Mourinho used his Portuguese spell to trick the players?

Why is it that even a dissolute and rebellious young black boy like Glenn Johnson has been trained to be obedient?

Glenn Johnson didn't care about Tang Wu's "shock", but reached out and turned the pamphlet to the next page, pointed to a provision on it, and said: "I think this article is more suitable for you, you better keep this one in mind." ”

Tang Wu followed Johnson's finger and saw the rule: "... Neither foreign players nor homegrown players are allowed to leave London or England without the approval of the medical team and the manager. Any player who wants to leave the club needs to be approved by both the medical team and the manager, even if it is to go out for medical treatment. Disciplinary proceedings will be initiated for those who leave the team without permission (see Appendix for disciplinary procedures). ”

"In other words, I can't just skip the head coach and go back to China?" Tang Wu flipped to the appendix as quickly as possible, and the lightest punishment above was: a three-game suspension.

Mr. Abu also agrees with this, which he believes will increase the cohesion of the club.

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

"I advise you to memorize all the rules in this booklet!" Johnson was still a little uneasy, and leaned over to Tang Wu to remind.

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

"Oh? What animal? Glenn Johnson curious.

"Bear!" Tang Wu said the answer directly, "A bear who grew up in the circus since childhood!" ”

"Oh? You're saying I'm approachable, aren't you? Glenn Johnson smiled.

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

"Say whatever you want!" Glenn Johnson didn't even care.

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

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