There was no place for the boats on the outskirts of Portsmouth, and the players still wanted to see the city from the sea, and Margery stood by the railing, listening to the roar of the engines and the waves, remembering when he was a child watching the village shrink in the distance, and now, he thought about it rising from the sea level in front of him.

So the Holman sailed past the crates as he wished, the flagpole shaking, and the captain offered drinks to everyone on board, lamenting the strong winds in the English Channel and the recent stormy behavior of Portsmouth. Margarrey pulled up his hood to block out the splashing waves and look home.

The shore is full of solid rocks and villages, roads and bridges, and the cape that Margery used to play on as a child pierces the sea like a sharp sword, and the waves beat day and night, and the sea stones are still stubbornly built into it. The team's good performance made Hydward give an order, and the whole team went to sea, which led to the opening scene.

"How? Is home still the same as it was remembered? Brent leaned against the railing, letting the sea breeze blow his handsome face.

"It's smaller." "Probably because of the distance." "The Holman was a small yacht carrying fine wine and food, and the captain was a local big-bellied businessman, and he never stopped smiling at the sight of the Portsmouth crew. As one of the team's hardcore athletes, he was honoured to be able to take his players to the sea to see the beauty of the English Channel, and the only reward was that he was able to upload a photo online.

"It's often windy." The captain's daughter, a rare beauty, held two glasses of wine, smiled like a flower, and handed Brent a glass, leaving a faint red mark on the rim.

Louis smiled and took it, "It's not just windy, it's also clammy and cold." Honestly, it's a tough place....... but my coach always says that tough places make tough people, and tough people win games. ”

A light smile brushed the girl's lips, "Drink a little more, this year's French grapes are exceptionally good." Brent took a sip and had no desire to continue drinking, and he wanted to find some other "entertainment" during the long journey, so he put his arm around Mr. Captain's daughter, "Let's go to the stern of the boat, or go back to our room." ”

Margaret glanced at his friend with a hint of meaning, and the captain lent the boat to the team, but he didn't give his own daughter to him for use. Brent is a handsome guy, his eyes seem to be able to speak, if he were to be a star, he would have been popular all over Europe, a glass of wine, a few sweet words, let the woman obediently.

Margery hung his trench coat in the crook of his arm and lip-spoke at Brent, who was winking at him, "Take it easy." ”

Of course, Louis won't go to the stern, the coaching staff, the captain, the vice-captain are all there, he won't touch the mold, back to the room, "almost half a year" he told her, "I went from the youth team to the main team in the first line, it only took half a year", in the youth team hard, in fact, it was a dayless day........ the team's new youth director "Tang", nominally very good to himself, in fact, he suppressed him a lot, and now he is in control of his life again, and he no longer needs to be dictated by that old guy. He pulled the girl closer and kissed her ear: "Take off your coat." ”

She blinked, suddenly shy, but did so, her coat soaked in the sea slid down her shoulders to the deck, and she leaned slightly to reveal a wonderful arc. Brent's breathing was much heavier, and she thought women were stupid, but he didn't expect women to be smart: "Come here, baby," he said to her.

She leaned over, "I've never seen you play, but my dad is a die-hard fan." ”

"There will be more opportunities in the future" Brent Fu Nongzhe's hair, which was black and slippery, "Does Arsenal in London know?" We're going there...... Well...... You're my Arsenal ......."

"My Arsenal?" The girl's eyes widened as she watched his skillful and deft movements.

"Yes, my Arsenal!" Brent suddenly exerted.

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"Where's Louis?" Hydward asked, looking at Margery, the last one who came alone.

Margery did not hesitate to sell his good brother: "He? I was discussing life and nature with the captain's baby girl. ”

There was a burst of laughter in the hall, but after the laughter, everyone looked down at their lunch, and there was a bitter anger, the chicken and beef boiled in white water, the turnip greens fed to the rabbits, only the relatively thin John? The Conlingham rice bowl has plenty of grease in it. This kind of food is far from the usual working meals! It can be called pig food.

"Let's switch," Mendy leaned in.

However, John responded by shoving a large piece of meat into his mouth and laughing like a fool.

Benjamin quit, "What's the situation?" ”

The people in the restaurant looked at each other.

After a while, Master Yang, who was standing behind Hydward and supervising everyone's meal, stood up with a stack of report sheets, cleared his throat and said loudly: "The catering department had a meeting with the medical team yesterday, and the team has not suffered more serious injuries at present, which is a good thing, but some minor injuries and illnesses have already shown signs, for the sake of your health, it is unfortunate to tell you in the past two weeks that vegetables will become your staple food." Of course, with the exception of John and Stones, you have a plan to gain weight and we don't recommend you to play if you don't meet your goals. ”

"You have to pay attention to your eating habits," Chef Yang emphasized.

"Heavenly !!"

"We just beat Queens Park Rangers away! 2-0！ Immediately, some players began to protest against Ward.

"Boss, I scored a goal" said Ali, another goal-scorer who was working in the room at the moment.

"Keylor Navas saves another penalty!" Mendy stepped forward, patted Keylor Navas on the shoulder and began to boast.

The corners of Navas's mouth tugged, and he stabbed his arm in Mendy's waist, "What does it matter to you that I saved the penalty, didn't you give the penalty?" ”

Last Sunday's game broke the all-time record on the road, with the in-form side continuing to dominate the top of the table and continue to attract the attention of the whole Premier League, but poor Mendy has seemed to be a weakness in Portsmouth throughout the Premier League since he was targeted by Sunderland boss Martin.

Mendy sat down, but quickly got up again, exclaiming, "We're doing well, we just want a small reward!" ”

Hydward looked at Mendy and then at Lao Yang, and after thinking for a while, he said, "Chinese food or fries?" ”

Mendy grinned unusually happily.

After a quick round of player voting, Hydward instructed the coaching staff to remove all the vegetables and boiled white meat and replace them with the self-help that had actually been prepared, and fifteen minutes later, Chef Yang's face was not good-looking, but Hydward laughed and watched the players happily eat fried fish and all kinds of unhealthy but delicious meatloaf.

Hydward, a nutritious meal that the players didn't want to eat, brought over and ate it sweetly, and the sky outside the window represented the dark blue background of the Portsmouth flag, which hung high in the iron pole and fluttered in the strong wind, like a bird struggling to fly, he had never seen anything like it.

Ward ate quickly, looked at the rest of the lunch box, and left two behind, "Leave a little for Luis," he said.