Countdown to pre-season, the last day.

Tick, tick, tick, the second and hour hands seemed to be turning faster and faster, and that sense of urgency became clear. Yesterday, Lu Ke completed the signing and officially became a member of the 49 people in San Francisco; Tomorrow, the pre-season will officially kick off, which also means that the curtain of the new season is not far away.

Everything happened so fast that the "Le Monde" hadn't even had time to publish Lin Shuyuan's interview, and Lu Ke hadn't even savored the rhythm of life in a professional team, and the new season was already close at hand.

The preseason is imminent, for Lu Ke, the hourglass of time is becoming more and more urgent, Lu Ke still has a lot of things to complete, not to mention the rest, just the tactical manual, this is the most important thing, but Lu Ke got the tactical manual for only one night, not to mention understanding and using it, and even the task of reading it roughly has not been completed.

No one will help Lu Ke, and no one can squeeze out time to help Lu Ke. Even Logan, Marcus, Aldon and others are the same, they are powerless; Lu Ke can only be angry and strong, this is the only way.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sky had just dawned, and Lu Ke had already gotten up and started a new day.

Before half past five, we drove to the training base and took the lead in simple warm-up exercises and basic training.

At six o'clock, after a brief breakfast, I spent an hour continuing to browse through the tactical manual and put last night's homework on last night.

At seven o'clock, Lu Ke threw himself into training again, first half an hour of yoga, and then passing training and foot training.

At about 8:05 and 8:10, the rookies of the team began to arrive at the training base one after another, only to find that someone had arrived earlier than them and started a day of training, sweating profusely; After a short while, most of the senior players had already arrived on the scene, giggling and easily ready to go into training.

For those old fritters in the arena, even in the regular season, there is not much tension on the day before the game day, and it is more about relaxation; What's more, what about just inconsequential pre-seasons?

In their eyes, Lu Ke is more like a laughing stock: either the stupid bird flies first, or it is a show, which is not worth mentioning at all.

In the eyes of coming and going, Lu Ke completed his daily training in an orderly manner, looked at his watch, and the hour hand was already pointing to 8:25. Lu Ke finished the first wave of training in the morning, returned to the locker room, prepared to take a shower, then change clothes, and then join the team's daily training.

Entering the locker room, the noisy discussion and talk about life are endless, and the whole space is full of life. On the table on the left-hand side, a large number of brand-new helmets are neatly placed, shiny, dark gold background, bright red stripes, contrasting, but perfectly harmonious, easily attracting everyone's attention.

The San Francisco 49ers' home jersey is a red shirt and gold sweatpants, which is atmospheric and luxurious, and is undoubtedly one of the best designed and matched jerseys in the entire league. Whenever there is a home game, Candelabra Park turns into a vast sea of red and gold, which is a spectacular sight.

At this time, the senior players gathered around the table, chattering and discussing, and Lu Ke did not step forward to join in the fun. Although he was very curious about these helmets, he had not seen them when he came to the dressing room in the morning, and they had obviously just been placed; But now time is running out, and if he doesn't want to be late for formal training, he has to pick it up.

So, Lu Ke suppressed his curiosity, walked into the bathing room quickly, took a simple combat bath, and then came out to change into a new set of dry jerseys, but then, Lu Ke couldn't find his helmet.

When he arrived at the locker room this morning, Lu Ke saw a helmet in his closet. It was the first time since college that he saw his name on his helmet and jersey. "14, LU", although it is not the dream of No. 11, but it is still a milestone progress, freshness and pride, so that Lu Ke can't put down the jersey and helmet.

However, in the previous solo training, there was no confrontation part, so Lu Ke did not wear a helmet, and just trained in sportswear. But now, the helmet is gone.

"Logan, did you see my helmet?" Lu Ke looked left and right, and asked in a loud voice.

Logan was tying his shoelaces and looked up, his face full of doubts, "What?" When you train in the morning, don't you wear a helmet? For Lu Ke's diligence and hard work, he has long been accustomed to it, and he doesn't feel strange at all.

Lu Ke shrugged, "No, I left the helmet in place." Then, Lu Ke began to circle around the locker room, looking for his helmet around, and when he saw the free helmet, he asked the other players, "Is that your helmet?" "However, there is no helmet of Fourteen.

After two laps, Lu Ke still didn't find his helmet, and the players had already begun to leave the locker room one after another, and the training time at nine o'clock had entered the countdown.

"Bambi, do you need help?" Marcus walked over and patted Lu Ke on the shoulder.

"No, you guys go out first, I'll come right over." Lu Ke gestured to Marcus and Logan, and saw Aldon cast an inquiring gaze at the far end of his gaze, Lu Ke made an "OK" gesture to signal him to rest assured, and then looked for his helmet again.

After turning around, the senior players gradually left, and Lu Ke came to the table where the helmet was placed, and there was a black player next to him who was busy.

Yesterday we trained together, Lu Ke knows him, he is running back Kendall Hunter, who is also a first-year freshman. "Hey, Kendall, what the hell are these helmets all about?"

Lu Ke wondered if his helmet was mixed up here, and the equipment administrator misplaced it; Or maybe you can borrow a helmet from here for this morning's workout?

Kendall looked up, "These helmets are souvenirs, you know, for charity." ”

Every year, each team will carry out charity activities, they will prepare a variety of souvenirs, including jerseys, helmets, rugby balls and other items, or scarves, photos and other items, after the players sign them, donate them to charitable organizations to carry out public welfare activities.

Not just professional teams, college leagues have similar activities.

"You haven't signed yet, have you? Hurry up and sign it. Kendall suddenly remembered that since Lu Ke had raised a question, he must not have signed it yet, and then picked up the carbon pen next to him and handed it over.

Lu Ke recalled the grand occasion of the veteran players surrounding here just now, and the reason was explained - of course they were not excited about the new helmet, "Do first-year students want to sign autographs too?" ”

"Of course, every member of the team has to sign it." Kendall chuckled, "They said it had to be signed this morning, and it would be shipped away at noon." Kendall also gestured to his own helmet, having just finished autographing.

So, Lu Ke took the carbon pen, found the No. 14 helmet, and then quickly signed his name in the blank space and put the helmet down again, "Have you seen the extra helmet?" I can't find my helmet anymore. ”

"Did you look for it on the pitch? Could it be that the other players didn't pay attention to the numbers and took the wrong number? Kendall suggested a possibility.

Lu Ke looked around and nodded helplessly, this is a possibility; What's more, training time is coming, he has to rush out to report first, sighing lightly, Lu Ke and Kendall left the locker room together and ran to the court.

On the court, the coaches had arrived one after another, gathering in twos and threes, talking in low voices.

Logan saw Lu Ke's figure and asked with his mouth, "Where's your helmet?" ”

Lu Ke spread his hands and smiled wryly. He knew that it was possible that it was really the player who had the wrong helmet; But more likely, it should be a prank. However, he was helpless at this time, so he could only shake his head, enter the team first, and stand with his teammates in the offensive group.

"Assemble!" Jim Hubble took the folder, walked to the front, shouted loudly, all the players began to line up in an orderly manner, and then Jim began the mobilization training and explained the training plan for the day.

Lu Ke used his vision to look left and right, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, looking for his helmet, but the bubble of hope was quickly punctured, "Lu Ke? Outside the group, a shout came over, interrupting Jim's lecture.

In an instant, the eyes of everyone in the audience were projected, and the person who came was the equipment administrator, holding a helmet in his hand, "Lu Ke? This is your helmet. ”

On the brand-new, bright helmet, the signature of the black carbon pen is so conspicuous: Lu Ke. Almost everyone can see it.

Brushing and brushing, all eyes were focused on Lu Ke, sharp and spicy, playful and mocking. At this moment, Lu Ke couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to get into, and then Parres's teasing voice came, "Lu Ke, it seems that you have found the most loyal fan in the world - yourself." ”

With a "boom", everyone burst into laughter.

Lu Ke opened his mouth and tried to argue, but Jim cut off this possibility, "Lu Ke, come and get your helmet." Don't be like a clown, grandstanding. ”

Lu Ke clenched his fists in both hands, he knew that no matter what he said at this time, it would be self-inflicted. So, the best option is to keep your mouth shut and end this farce quickly.

Logan and Marcus cast worried glances, Lu Ke shook his head, signaling that he was fine, and then walked out of the queue quickly, took the helmet from the equipment administrator, and explained earnestly, "Souvenirs are different from regular equipment, pay attention to them next time." Also, your souvenir hasn't been signed yet, so remember to come to the locker room and sign it later. ”

Shame, real shame.

Lu Ke gritted his gums fiercely, "Okay, I know." He took his helmet, but the signature on it was so glaring, reminding him of his embarrassment and embarrassment all the time.

I secretly told myself in my heart: The small actions off the pitch don't matter, what really determines the outcome is the performance on the pitch after all, and the one who laughs last is the one who laughs the best. It is not yet known who killed the deer.

Today's pen, he wrote it down.