The sun had set, the sky had gradually darkened, the training ground had long been empty, and the hustle and bustle of the day had reached this point, and only silence remained. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThere are lights spilling out of the buildings around the building, and the faint light spreads on the lawn, making it even more vast. From time to time, there was a slight sound of talking and shouting, adding to the loneliness.

When Pellegrini walked out of the office building, he saw several figures swaying in the field on the huge turf.

This made him stunned for a moment, the training had long since ended, and the players should have left long ago. There are a couple of players in the squad who are very hardworking and often stay after training for more practice, which he knows, but he has been practicing until this point...... He looked up at the watch on his wrist, and it was almost eight o'clock.

"It's really hard work."

Pellegrini shook his head, he didn't have to look closely to identify it, he knew who was left in the field, hesitated, and walked to the sidelines.

A soccer ball flew to the sidelines, apparently a mispass or shot, and bounced to the front, where Pellegrini gently stretched out his foot and stomped the ball under his feet slightly clumsily.

"Sir?"

It was Fan Bizhuang who ran over to pick up the ball, and he was a little surprised to see the head coach suddenly appear in front of him, smiling awkwardly. It was so late, he thought that the coaches had already left, but he didn't expect that the head coach was still here.

Pellegrini waved his hand, kicked the ball back to him, patted the straw sandals on his trouser legs, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "It's been a long time since I played in person, and some feet are raw." ”

Manuel Pellegrini is also a professional footballer, but he hasn't achieved much in his career, and he is almost like a soy sauce party. In the daily training on weekdays, because of the assistant coaches such as Mr. Ruben to lead the team, Pellegrini rarely goes off the field to demonstrate to the players in person, and occasionally wears sportswear on the field, and also runs with his disciples to do some simple basic teachings.

The Chilean engineer is a representative of the academic school, and he shows more elegance, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is handsome, and he is really not very good at what he does.

Without waiting for Van Bizhuang to nod in response, Pellegrini had already skipped the topic, he looked into the distance, Riquelme nodded in this direction, picked up the ball on his own, and bounced it back and forth with his feet skillfully and nimblely. To his surprise, he also saw Diego in front of the goal. López's figure, Squidward with a bearded face, was rubbing his gloved hands helplessly, apparently he also saw the team's biggest boss.

"You can tell López that I'm not going to punish him in any way." Pellegrini smiled and said.

Although the extra training reflects the hard work and will of a player, the coaches also like to work hard, but strictly speaking, the extra training is not advocated by the coaches, the competition in the professional league is already very fierce, which is a great burden on the body and spirit, and the team's daily training is planned, in order to ensure that the players will not be too tired and cause accidental injuries, fully let the players' bodies be in the best condition.

It's always bad to go too far, and Pellegrini and other coaches have long stated in the team that they ask players not to train themselves in violation of regulations, and it is enough to train well on weekdays.

Diego. This is where López's embarrassment comes from, although this is not in the team's punishment regulations, but it is also against the head coach's orders, and it is normal for him to be worried.

Fan Bizhuang pursed his lips, then nodded. He really wasn't worried about this at all, anyway, he and Riquelme practiced almost every day, and they didn't see any specific punishments from the team.

But think about it, everyone has their own different situation, some players are very hard-working, but they don't have the cheekiness of Fan Bizhuang, some people are thick-skinned enough, such as Nihat, Haviventa and others, but if you want them to put more effort into practice, it is probably more difficult than killing them.

So the people who can work hard to persevere, after all, are a minority. Fan Bizhuang is one, Riquelme is also one, as for Diego. López, looking at the current situation, must have joined the team of these two.

"I can't do anything about you, but I didn't expect you to bring López into action."

Fan Bizhuang smiled and replied: "Isn't this a goalkeeper, you can't let me or Roman go to the guest goalkeeper every time, we are not professional, otherwise the effect of additional training will not be good." ”

Pellegrini nodded and shook the watch on his wrist: "It's late, isn't it over?" ”

"Let's practice a little longer, we have no problem with our energy and fitness, sir."

"Don't stay too late, I don't want to see three deranged guys tomorrow morning, you know, if such a situation happens, I will forbid your practice." Pellegrini instructed and raised his feet to leave, but turned around again when his feet landed, "Is it because of the next round?" ”

Fan Bizhuang nodded bluntly: "I want to win, sir." ”

Without further words this time, Pellegrini nodded and left the training ground.

It's just that the moment he turned around, he whispered in his heart: "I want to win too!" ”

"Fan, don't grind, hurry up and practice again, I'm ready, ha, your free kick can't get around my ten fingers!"

Pellegrini's figure faded away, slowly disappearing into the night. López was already waving and shouting from afar, Fan Bizhuang nodded thoughtfully, and then ran back with the football in his arms.

"Don't talk big, López. We...... Again! ”

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The next day, the players came to the training ground one after another, and the base was full of hustle and bustle, everyone chatted and prepared for the upcoming routine training.

Surprisingly, today's training content is a bit different from usual, generally speaking, the team will do basic and physical training in the morning, explain some techniques and tactics and the process of familiarizing themselves with these tactics in the afternoon, and occasionally have intra-team matches in the afternoon.

Today, Manuel Pellegrini came to the sidelines early, and after Mr. Ruben took the players for a few laps and started moving, the Chilean engineer asked the big guy to stop.

Then other assistant coaches stepped forward and handed out vests to the players.

Red for the main team, green for the substitutes, and the members of the first team were divided into two teams.

"It's ......"

"No, there's going to be a match early in the morning? I haven't had breakfast for long, and I'm worried that I'll throw up after a strenuous workout! ”

"I'm going to vomit and get out of the way, don't be disgusting!"

"Don't make a fuss, what's the situation today, there are few matches in the morning?"

"Who knows, what the gentleman commands, we just do what we do, why do we care so much."

The players were puzzled and discussed, but they still took over the vests of their respective colors and put them on their bodies as required.

Tomasson took the green vest from the assistant coach and was about to turn to put it on, when he heard the head coach calling his name.

"Dahl."

Thomason's full name is Rong. Dahl. Tomasson, however, his teammates prefer to affectionately refer to him as Dahl, which means brave and upright in the Danish language. Thomas is also very satisfied with this.

"Is there anything wrong, sir?"

Tomasson was stunned for a moment, and when he saw what the head coach was holding, his eyes lit up, and he had a certain premonition in his heart, but he still spoke out suspiciously.

He knows very well why he was brought in to Villarreal, as a 33-year-old veteran, it is impossible to say that there is no desire in his heart, but he can also clearly understand his position, and the team brought him in the hope that his experience can help the team at key moments.

In other words, he's a rotation player.

Just seeing the bright red vest, his heart couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

"It's yours, Dahl. Wear it. Pellegrini handed over the red vest in his hand, and then took the initiative to take the green vest from the hand of Tomasson, who was a little dizzy, "You are on the main team in today's match. ”

What this means, it goes without saying, generally speaking, the main side of the group match, is basically the starting lineup for the next round of the league, although it is not absolute, but it is undoubtedly the most promising to start.

"May I ask this ......," Thomas said, raising his waistcoat with a mixture of surprise and surprise in his expression, "is that why?" ”

"Because you're a trusted veteran, and the next game, the team needs you."

There's no specific reason, just vagueness, but that's enough, after so many years in the leagues, you've seen what you should have seen, you've experienced enough, and for a veteran who is gradually entering the end of his career, this feeling of being needed is more than anything else.

"I see."

Tormasson nodded, smiled, and clenched the fist of the vest, which also tightened.

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"Ha, Dahl, yes, I got a red vest today."

"Man, you've got to have a treat, why can't I be the starter in the next round? No, you'll have to treat me to a good meal tonight to comfort my wounded heart! ”

"Don't talk nonsense. Kach, do you mean Turkish kebab in your feast? To be honest, I was about to vomit after eating that thing...... Dahl, let's go eat Chinese food, ha, there is a new Chinese restaurant in the town, and it tastes very good! ”

"Hey, hey, I said you got the point wrong, right? We're here to congratulate Dahl on becoming a member of the main team, not to eat and drink...... Of course, don't forget to let me know if you want to have a treat! ”

Seeing that Tomasson put on the red vest and walked in the direction of the main team, the players all gathered around to congratulate him, Fan Bizhuang was also in the crowd, he nodded and smiled at Tomasson, and then looked at the head coach in the distance, holding his chin thoughtfully.

He trained so late with Roman and others in preparation for the next round against Barcelona, but Mr. Manuel, why did he leave the base so late?

I didn't think about it so much before, but now that I think about it, Mr. is also making some preparations. It seems that it is not only he who wants to win, but also sir, who also wants to win!