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Marcello stood at the door of the locker room with a black thread and heard Zhang Shu's terrible screams coming from the shower cubicle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Most people always think that after exercising, they sweat all over their bodies, and taking a hot bath will reduce the fatigue of the body. In fact, this is a misconception.

Modern sports medicine research has shown that after strenuous exercise, capillaries dilate or even rupture, and blood is concentrated in the extremities. At the same time, blood circulation accelerates, resulting in an increase in body temperature, damage to muscle fibers, an increase in CK value, and a tendency for joints to swell. Ice water is the most effective means of cooling.

Clubs in Europe and the United States will prepare a pool for the players in the locker room if possible, and put in crushed ice and cold water after the game for them to soak for a while. The purpose is to promote vasoconstriction and reduce metabolism, so that the swelling of blood vessels can be slowed down, so that blood can return to the heart in time to reparticipate in blood circulation. It is also beneficial to reduce lactic acid accumulation and reduce muscle soreness during exercise.

That's why we can always watch on TV that when there is no timely ice bath in an away game, the team doctor will give them a bag of ice cubes to put on their muscles and knee joints.

The Brescia youth team didn't have that good conditions, so they had to use cold showers instead of ice baths. It's just that Zhang Shu, who has been accustomed to taking hot baths since he was a child, can't adapt to this kind of stimulating recovery method for the time being.

"Alright, it's time to come out." Marcello looked at his watch and shouted inside. Ice water should not be used to cool down the body for too long, otherwise the player is prone to colds, and after the muscle temperature drops, dry the body quickly and take measures to keep warm.

"Finally... It's finally over ... Zhang Shu rushed out of the bathroom with an expression on his face that had survived the catastrophe.

"I'll go out first, you can change your clothes and come out by yourself." Marcello said with a smile. He is the assistant coach of the team, but he can't stay in the locker room and wait for Zhang Shu all the time, if it weren't for Zhang Shu's great resistance to the cold bath at the beginning, there would be no need for him to supervise this kid at all.

Zhang Shu nodded to the coach and wiped his body with a bath towel.

Then they heard an exclamation from outside the locker room.

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Turio opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was the terrified faces of his teammates.

"Let it go, let it go, don't gather around here! Get the air flowing! The team doctor rushed up and blasted the crowd away. Don't move, Turio, can you hear me? If you can hear it, you can blink three times. ”

Turio nodded blankly. What just happened? I remember when I ended up with the ball?

He turned his head and looked at Sharan Ritana's goal. The soccer ball lay quietly in the net, like a black and white elf.

I really scored a goal! It's not a nanny-style assist, it's not a leak, it's a goal I put together!

"Don't move! Didn't I tell you not to move! The team doctor anxiously pressed Turio, who wanted to get up to celebrate, "It seems that there is no problem with your cervical spine, now you try to move your hand." Slow down, slow ... ”

Without waiting for the team doctor to finish speaking, Turio easily broke free of the hand that held him, and one rolled over and got up from the lawn, raised his hands high, and ran towards the stands.

"Uhh The team doctor turned around, shrugged helplessly at Saville, and ran back to the sideline with his medical kit.

"It looks like he's fine, he's conscious, and he shouldn't have been hit on the head too much."

Saville nodded, looking at Turio, who had already run to the edge of the stands, and Mrs. Gallo was wiping tears from her eyes as she carried him up and down carefully. Turioco frightened her just now, a strong man of 1.90 meters, slammed his head and feet on the ground, and almost failed to make any self-protection movements. This scene is too shocking.

"It's really a great physical fitness." Looking at Turio, who was unscathed, Mazzoni in the stands opened the notebook in his hand again.

"Yes, Turio's body has always been the best in the youth team." Igor nodded in agreement. "It's just a pity that he doesn't have the talent to shoot."

"Igor, the body is also a kind of talent." Mazzoni turned a new page and wrote down Turio's number in his notebook. "It's you who didn't give him a chance to use his terrible talent."

'Let him report to the Under-19s after this game.'

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In the end, Brescia Youth defeated Sharan Litana 7-0.

As soon as the whistle blew at the end of the game, reporters rushed up to surround Zhang Shu, who was sitting on the bench.

"Can you be interviewed by us now?" One by one, the recorder and microphone couldn't wait to reach Zhang Shu's mouth, and they almost didn't poke into his mouth.

"Come on, tell us a little bit about yourself."

Zhang Shu carefully pushed away a voice recorder antenna that almost stuck into his nostrils. "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Shu, Chinese, sixteen years old, the position is forward, came to Bu two months ago..." "I haven't had a girlfriend yet!" Stepping off the field, Viviano suddenly squeezed into the camera frame from behind, shouting at the camera.

"Hey!" Zhang Shu, who was exposed, immediately turned around and covered Viviano's mouth with one hand. While holding Viviano down, he did not forget to turn his head and continue to answer the reporter's questions.

"I'm very happy to be in Brescia, I've met a lot of great team-mates here, they...

"The girl he likes is twelve. Hmm... Not... "Viviano is about the same height as Turio, and it is difficult to completely suppress him with Zhang Shu's strength. Taking advantage of Zhang Shu's inattention, Viviano twisted his neck to avoid Zhang Shu's hand pressing on his mouth and continued to explode Zhang Shu's material. Zhang Shu wasted a lot of strength before covering his mouth again.

"Yes, I like girls born in December... Increasing the power in his hands, Zhang Shu tried to cover up Viviano's slander against him.

Relying on his size advantage, Viviano finally broke free from Zhang Shu's clamp. He got up and ran to the locker room, turning back and shouting at the reporters. "He was scared to cry the last time he was in the car!"

"I... I... I'll kill you!! Don't run!! Annoyed, Zhang Shu angrily chased after Viviano, leaving a group of reporters to look at each other on the ground.

"This... Can I use that clip just now? The reporter on Brescia's official website looked back speechlessly and asked his photojournalist.

"It's shaking so much, and... The photojournalist with the camera called up the replay and looked at it, and handed it to his partner next to him, and the camera screen was accompanied by shaky images, Zhang Shu and Viviano were entangled in each other's various floor joint techniques, which looked full of emotion.

"Forget it, let's go interview with Coach Mazzoni."

The reporters nodded their heads and looked back at the audience.

The stands were empty, and there were still Mazzoni and Igor.

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Saville left Mazzoni's office beaming with joy. Zhang Shu was promoted to the first team, and Turio skipped to the U19 youth team, although these two people are technically cultivated by Igor, but it is also an honor for him to be promoted under Saville.

Because he went to meet the manager first, Saville returned to the dressing room later than usual. At this time, most of the team members should have already taken a shower and changed their clothes, waiting for themselves to give them a final lecture. The two boys must have been overjoyed to hear the good news, and he thought as he walked briskly to the dressing room.

When I came to the door of the locker room, I heard a burst of laughter from inside.

"Alright, the next thing I'm going to imitate is Coach Saville!" Zhang Shu's voice came from the hidden gate.

Instinctively, Saville stopped his hand as he was about to push the door.

"Viviano! How did you get it today! Zhang Shu stood in the middle of the locker room and stared at Viviano with an angry expression. The other players formed a circle with a smile on their faces.

"Hug... I'm sorry... Instructor... I... Viviano cooperated with a look of shame, as if he had really experienced a painful match.

"Your performance today was simply fantastic!" Zhang Shu's expression suddenly became kind, and he imitated Saville's tone and continued what he had just said.

"Really... Are you sure? Viviano's expression was similarly cloudy and clear, and he smiled in surprise.

"Of course it's true! You're so good that the opposing strikers are applauding you! Zhang Shu's expression turned to anger again.

"Yes, I'm sorry Coach!" Viviano's face immediately turned depressed again.

"They can only clash with applause to disguise their frustration that they can't break through your defenses!"

"Thank you, Coach!"

"But I don't want you to be on my team anymore!"

"Coach, I'm sorry!"

"Because you're so good! I think you should move to the next echelon! ”

"Thank you, Coach!"

"That's the Under-13s!"

"Coach, I'm sorry!"

"Your level is ready to go to the Under-13 team as a goalkeeper coach!"

Viviano didn't answer, he pretended to be too mentally stimulated, and fainted in his seat with his eyes rolling.

"Hahahahahaha~~~" The players around watched their constant performances, laughing to death, Bacchini sat on the ground with his stomach in his arms and kept rolling, Thomas kept pounding his wardrobe, laughing breathlessly.

I have to say that Zhang Shu learned Savile's face-changing technique vividly, and Viviano can also be called the best praise.

Slowly, the laughter subsided, and finally the whole locker room fell silent.

"Huh? Why don't you laugh? Am I not learning like this? You! You! You! And you! Dequeue! Go out and run 10 laps! Zhang Shu, who had his back to the locker room door, didn't know what was going on, and he did what Savile did in his first training session, pointing to his teammates who had stopped laughing first.

The only answer to him was silence.

It was the honest Turio who broke the silence in the locker room first, "Hello Coach Saville." He shouted behind Zhang Shu, like a friend in the school who reported to a troublemaker who didn't know the teacher was standing behind him.

Savile walked in, his gloomy face like it was about to drip water. Zhang Shu had already slipped back to his seat with his neck curled, huddled behind Turio's wide body, as if to say, "You can't see me, you can't see me."

'Today, there are players who will leave our team. But he was not banished, but promoted. Savile spoke.

Viviano instinctively wanted to laugh, and Saville was really the same as Zhang Shu's performance, and every sentence was a twist. But looking at the coach's gloomy face, he tried to bite his lower lip to keep himself from laughing.

"Turio, start reporting to U19 tomorrow."

Turio's eyes widened in surprise, and the other players also looked strange. If someone can be promoted to a higher echelon, everyone in the team knows that that person must be Zhang Shu. As a result, I didn't expect it to be Turio, who has been doing dirty work and tiring work.

Could it really be the revenge caused by Zhang Shu's joke on the coach just now?

"Zhang, do you think you can go to the U19?" Savile's sharp gaze stopped on Zhang Shu's face.

Zhang Shu had already stood up from his seat and looked at him without fear.

"You can't go to the U19s, and I hope you never get a chance to go to the U19s."

"Why!" Zhang Shu was anxious, for Saville, he was not as close as Cosimo Marcello, and the friendship he established before was more because Saville was Igor's friend.

An angry Zhang Shu stared at Savile's face. Then he saw Savile's signature face-changing technique.

'Because you've got to report to the first team tomorrow, I don't want you to be relegated to the Under-19s. You little bastard. Feeling that he had finished his revenge, Savile laughed happily.