"Move fast!"

A thunderous roar woke Hydward from his brief slumber, and the gray morning light poured into the room through the window. He looked up from his desk and looked downstairs at the training ground, fully armed. Dressed in the traditional dark blue training uniforms of Portsmouth, dozens of lads are engaged in routine drills, whether pulling ups, running laps or dribbling. Ward saw that Navas was doing saving training under the command of the new goalkeeper coach Van der Sar, and the calm cat was holding a tennis racket at the moment, throwing the tennis racket and swinging it hard towards Navas, Navas flew to save and held it in the palm of his hand at the moment when the tennis ball was about to cross the goal line, sweat splashed, turf flying, and Pickford and Dave, who were watching on the sidelines, talked in a low voice, and were amazed.

They have never seen such a small ball training with a racket, and the calm and focused Van der Sar on the court is a "not calm" person after becoming a coach.

"Very good, but even faster!" Van der Sar picked up two more tennis balls.

"My dad used to teach me, but any compliment ahead is fart," Navas scrambled to his feet.

"Good", this time he smashed both balls at the same time.

A ball was held in the palm of his hand, and a ball knocked Navas to the ground, "Don't look at the ball, look at me." Van der Sar taught.

He walked over to Navas's position, pushed his disciple away, "Look", and after saying that, he waved to Pickford, "Boy, swing the racket, attack me!" ”

The lad looked helpless and clumsy, his first shot was floppy and angled, and Van der Sar barely moved to hold the ball in the palm of his hand.

"Bang!" The ball hit Pickford's face goal, calm with the cat's feet, "I'm teaching you to be the best goalkeeper in the Premier League and even in Europe, hard, boy!" Otherwise, next time it's your soft egg. ”

The young man's nose was sore, and tears almost fell, and he endured the discomfort and used the strength to suck out two balls. Van der Sar's eyes narrowed, he shifted his pace slightly, moved his body slightly to the right, and controlled the ball with two hands, one left and one right. Then he threw the ball to Keylor Navas, "I'm not a good coach, Heidward shouldn't have brought me over from Ajax, I'm going to keep proving that in the days to come." ”

"Keep training and watch the pace!"

He returned to his place, looking up at the sky, the morning was hazy, cloudy and heavy, and a light rain could fall at any moment. "What a terrible choice!" He muttered to himself.

………………

Ward and the players have breakfast together, the time has come to the end of July, the Premier League teams have been assembled, began the preparation of the new season, there is Chelsea earlier, they gathered in late July to participate in the International Champions Cup, and other giants such as Manchester United, Manchester City, Arsenal, Liverpool and other giants have an indispensable business plan every year, or China or Japan, Portsmouth, which lacks funds, also has overseas trips, combined with the background of Arsenal, Bayern, Manchester City, Juventus, Inter Milan and other giants going to China this summer, Pompeo's Legion will have three hot overseas warm-up matches, Guangzhou and Shenzhen against Arsenal on July 29, Jiangsu Nanjing Chinese Super League team Jiangsu Shuntian on July 31, and Beijing Workers Stadium on August 3, Bundesliga team Bayern Munich.

As we approached departure, there was not much excitement or joy among the players, and Mendy was still angry, pulling down his eyes and staring at the food without moving. Margery devoured everything, "Before leaving, Brent said he organized an intra-team training game," he said, "Coach, I want to play in the blue team and teach Louis a hard lesson about the sky." ”

"It can't be too long, and remember to leave time for the shower, I hope you get everything ready by noon, and we're going to leave in the afternoon, you know?"

"Good," Margery said.

Mendy looked up from his food, "Margery can go play wild ball, why don't I join them too!" ”

"Unless you're completely well, you won't even be able to go to China, stay here and wait for us to come back."

Benjamin stood up and knocked down the chair behind him, "It's not fair, it's also an injury!" ”

He straightened the fallen chair, looked at the few people in the dining room, and turned to leave.

Heidward looked at the team's players, the personnel were not neat at all, the goalkeeper position, Portsmouth took back the loan Pickford, bought Navas, Dave became the three, as for Enyea Marril's asking price is too high, although the Nigerian is very good, but the team is not ready to buy it out until the beginning of July, and the Ligue 1 team is also happy to take it back.

On the back line, the players Ward wants to buy have had some scandals in the past two days, such as "Eredivisie star Alderwedeld is about to join a Premier League promoted team" or "Lukaku has no future at Chelsea, loan is a foregone conclusion, etc." However, it was only a scandal, Sensibile said that he was in some trouble, and all the offers from the clubs in England and the Netherlands were in vain, and his main focus was on the renewal of the player's contract.

This overseas training camp is destined to lack a few players, because at this moment there are only Ali and Pierce who are still sitting in front of Ward. As for the others, whether it is the front trident Mane, Icardi, Mahrez, Vardy and Drinkwater, none of them appeared in this training camp.

"We're not all together yet," Pierce sat down next to Ward, "I'm afraid we'll have to wait." ”

Ward's tone was calm and resolute, "There's no need, we have to go first, and the others will join us in China." ”

By the time the players had eaten the most, Sensibile was dressed in his usual gray-black suit, with some dust on his shoes, "Good morning, everyone," he smiled generally, and then turned to Ward, "The few things you asked me to do have come to fruition, and we will know in the next few days in China." ”

"good," he nodded to greet Van der Sar when he saw him come in, "are these boys still satisfied?" Sir"

Calm Cat smiled politely at Ward, then glanced at Sensibilai, "Is it his masterpiece?" ”

"Apparently yes, he's my right-hand man."

Facing the praise of the Italian, he smiled slightly, then lowered his head and took a bite of the food without saying a word, made a gesture of please, and took the initiative to pick up the plate and make way for Van der Sar.

"Ward, we've not known each other for long, but I want to say ......" Van der Sar said halfway through, glancing at Sensibile and then shaking his head without saying a word.

There was a hint of an eerie atmosphere, "In England, Sensibile seems to have been very famous lately. Calm Cat glanced at the director of Portsmouth, but still made up for the half sentence he didn't say.

"Blessing of Thorward."

"Yes?!?" Van der Sar's eyes burned.

After a long time, Sensibile took out a file bag and put it on the table and pushed it in front of Ward: "This is the plane ticket and the hotel, have a good trip." ”

His eyes flickered, wise and determined.