Chapter 162: Lifting

More than one fan could tell Chelsea had come to an end this season.

The "luxury battleship", which was once smashed for 100 million pounds, will end its journey this season.

The team's first appearance in the last four of the Champions League has greatly exceeded the expectations at the beginning of the season. Now that they lost 2-0 to Porto in the first leg of the semi-finals, many players have already moved the idea of "so be it, it's not bad".

In the league, they are five points behind first-place Arsenal. Due to Arsenal's eye-catching performance this season, the point gap between the first echelon has widened. Although the Red Devils still have a chance to overtake the Blues, Chelsea can secure second place in the league with just three points from their next four games.

What's more, one of these four games is a duel between two teams, the league runner-up is almost secure, and the champion can only "resign himself to fate".

Chelsea's "results" seem to have come to fruition, and even many fans are "looking away" and reassuring themselves that this team will be better next season.

With the exception of a few radical fans who are clamoring for a 'win', no one at Chelsea from top to bottom is focused on the game.

After returning from Porto, life seems to be "on track" again. Apart from Raiola's occasional reference to Chelsea's latest offer for him, Tang Wu doesn't even feel like it's the usual days.

It's like the calm before the storm.

These days, Tang Wu Tang Wu did the most besides training, and the most he did was to stay with Hao Junmin. While teaching him the common language of the court, he introduced the "big guys" in the team to him one by one.

Other stars focus on not returning home at night, but Tang Wu has a new goal to promote the younger generations.

Soon, Chelsea's stars also knew that the teenager from the East was called "Hao".

"Hiding here and eating steak again!" Before Hao Junmin could react, his head was pushed down from behind.

One, two, three, after being pressed three times in a row, Hao Junmin raised his head, and at this time there were already people sitting in front of him.

At another large table, many local players gathered in this direction cast envious glances.

"Why, didn't you eat with your teammates?" Tang Wu, who was beside him, asked with a smile.

"They were chatting there, and I didn't understand it, so I just sat here and could be quieter." Hao Junmin smiled shyly.

The trial players train with the reserve team, and they have a team next to their field. After the training, everyone ate in a cafeteria, and they didn't look up to see each other.

Hao Junmin's "independence and solitude" is very smart, so that he can wait until Tang Wu invites Terry and others to "open a small stove" for him.

As for whether the result of this will be isolated by his teammates, this is not within Tang Wu's consideration.

After all, Hao Junmin can't even speak English, and it's normal to be ostracized; And the first lesson Tang Wu taught Hao Junmin was confidence: "In front of you, the remaining more than 100 people are all eliminated materials!" Tang Wu said.

"How do you remember yesterday when you were taught defensive position selection?" Tang Wu cut off a piece of steak with a knife with his left hand, and with his right hand, he clamped it with chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uh... Let's make a living, Mr. Richards didn't praise me today, but he didn't say anything about me either. Hao Junmin scratched his head.

"So how do you choose who to pass the ball to? Let's repeat it. Tang Wu didn't raise his eyes and continued to ask.

"Predict before passing, and don't count if you say it yourself." Hao Junmin replied immediately.

"Give me an example."

"If the ball is at my feet, A's position is better, and it is easier for me to pass to him; But B is in a running position and is very likely to run out of space to create chances. Under this premise, I want to pass on to B, not A. Because the goal of passing is not the passer to dominate, but the receiver to dominate. ”

"Well, yes, I'll let Frank test you later, hurry up and eat!"

"Well, thank you, Brother Tang!" Hao Junmin's face was excited, and he directly forked a large piece of steak, stuffed it in his mouth and chewed it.

"Don, what did he say?" Terry and Frank Lampard had learned a little spoken English, but the conversation between Tang Wu and Hao Junmin was too complicated for them to understand.

"He said he wanted to get to know the bald head if he had a chance." Tang Wu glanced up at Belon in the distance and pointed with chopsticks.

Although Veron is Chelsea's biggest parallel product this season, recovering from injuries for most of the time, his reputation is so good that he no longer needs to prove himself with a season of Premier League.

In the team, the best relationship with Veron, apart from Crespo, is Frank Lampard. Although the positions of the two overlapped somewhat, in the case of Peron's long-term injury and retirement, the two gradually became sympathetic.

"Well said! But—" Lampard pinched his index finger and thumb together and rubbed it in front of Tang Wu.

"I don't want to lose again!" Tang Wu protested, "Don't forget who the opponent is in the next game, haven't you two been squeezed dry yet?" ”

"Karina has made an appointment with me, we need a new assistant in the evening!" Frank Lampard said innocently.

"That's right, you should really give it a try, Karina is going to drive you crazy!" Terry seemed to remember something, his eyes lit up.

"Fack, your relationship is so messy, it makes me sick!" Tang Wu made a vomiting motion, "Okay, you guys and Karina said, please put the money of the 'teaching assistant' in my account." ”

"And me, Don, Rebecca, and I need a 'teaching assistant' too!" Terry reminded.

As soon as Terry finished speaking, Lampard stood up and patted Hao Junmin on the shoulder.

Under Hao Junmin's puzzled gaze, Tang Wu gave him a look. Halfway through the steak, Hao Junmin immediately picked up the plate and followed, and followed Lampard to Beron and sat down, smiling silly.

"John, what do you think of me, fellow?" Seeing the two of them walking away, Tang Wu asked.

"Hao, he's a little weaker, and he's not very fast," Terry recalled.

"Stop, stop, I'm not asking you to talk about his shortcomings!" Tang Wu interrupted Terry, "Let's talk about his merits. ”

"Pros?" Terry thought for a moment, "Hao, he's very hardworking and very attentive. You won't be nervous on the field, you dare to fight..."

"What else?" Tang Wu snorted, "John, don't you think it's a paradox to say that he is not physically strong, and he dares to fight?" ”

"No, Don, it's not a paradox!" "If he's not physically strong enough, don't play here with this style of play. If he continues, it won't be long before he says goodbye to the football field. ”

"So what do you think I'm spending so much money on every day?" Tang Wu gave Terry a roll of his eyes.

"Alright! Hao has a good feeling on his feet, and he has a wide enough field of vision while not having stage fright. If he had been smarter, he could have gotten the ball to the attacker's feet before avoiding a physical altercation. "Terry can only have a showdown.

"That's OK!" Tang Wu snapped his fingers, "If he can get an assist in the trial match, I'll ask the two of you to have a complete night in 'lipstick'." ”

"Oh, Don, your reward has attracted me! This is the most exciting thing I've been doing lately! Terry said happily.

"Get out! Don't pretend! Can this be more attractive than the boss's £200,000? ”

In order to motivate the team, owner Abu has long announced to each player that if they can win the Champions League, each player will be rewarded with 200,000 pounds.

The £75,000 in the semi-finals has already provoked a number of players to win the title, but of course, this is limited to those substitutes who usually spend time on the bench and in the stands.

This amount of money is just a relatively high "tip" for these big brands with millions of annual salaries.

"Hey, Don, come here!" Frank Lampard shouted.

"Why, didn't you say that your Chinese level is already very high?" Tang Wu walked over with a plate and said disdainfully.

Tang Wu is not only Hao Junmin's "theoretical instructor", but also makes a cameo appearance as his translator.

"Don, you know, Veron has a strong accent," Lampard explained, blushing and heartbeat.

At this moment, Graemy suddenly ran out of the exercise room next to the cafeteria and shouted at Hao Junmin: "hao, hao, hao!" ”

"What's going on?" Tang Wu also put down his chopsticks and looked up and asked.

"Hao, come and take a look, see if this ball counts as my win!" Without saying a word, Gremie dragged Hao Junmin out of his seat.

Tang Wu followed curiously, until Graemy pulled Hao Junmin in front of a ping-pong board.

"Hao, the ball I played just now rolled a few centimeters on this net before it landed on his side, do you think this counts as my score?"

Hao Junmin looked at Tang Wu embarrassedly, waiting for Tang Wu's translation.

Tang Wu shrugged his shoulders and conveyed Grammie's words to the other party.

Hao Junmin thought for a while and said, "If it's not a serve, then this ball is counted as a tennis ball." ”

"Look, I'll just say I scored this goal!" Hearing Tang Wu's translation, Graemi, like a winning rooster, raised his "crown" towards Joe Cole.

"So authoritative? When did you become their table tennis referee? Tang Wu said curiously.

Jiang Junmin winked at Tang Wu and said innocently, "Just when they knew I was Chinese." ”

"Well, hopefully one day the Englishmen will ask you to be their football referee too!"