Over the next few days, the team's training atmosphere improved slightly. However, in the opinion of the sharp-eyed Pat Rice, not enough, far from enough.

He didn't know what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourds of these familiar guys, and he didn't know what was really going on in the locker room, and he was a little worried about whether someone had caused this situation on purpose.

As an assistant coach and the professor's right-hand man, he decided to talk to someone.

Adams is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate.

"Tell me, why does everyone look like they don't care about the newcomers?"

At the end of the session, the players looked for their cars and left. Pat Rice took a few quick steps to intercept the captain's way, and as soon as he came up, he went straight to the point.

Such a tone made Adams frown.

"It's not as serious as you think, don't you know, it's better to keep a little distance than to make people laugh in your heart."

"Did you misunderstand him because of Anelka?" Pat Rice also frowned, and an ominous premonition rose in his heart.

It's not just a misunderstanding, it's just rejection!

"What's the matter, that thorn will leave sooner or later, and half of his words can be believed." Adams, apparently not wanting to continue the discussion on the matter, quickened his pace as he spoke.

"Then why did this impress him so badly?" Pat Rice did not give up and likewise picked up the pace.

"I just don't think it's appropriate, everyone." Adams was silent for a moment, then threw out the answer.

Pat Rice was also silent, and his previous rapid steps quickly stopped, and he stood straight and watched the other man leave.

What is used to refute such a reason?

It seems that we can only talk to the French!

In the manager's office, Arsene Wenger seems to be in a good mood.

The success of the Charity Shield is not commendable, and it can make the professor happy. It's the scepticism that has always been in the board of directors that will be much lessened.

"What do you think of his performance?"

After a simple greeting, Pat Rice went straight as always.

"It's not bad, it's in a key position at a critical time, and this performance is commendable." Wenger's smile remained unchanged, and he nodded slightly, as if he was still savoring.

"What about offense? How do you plan to do so? Pat Rice was even more worried. It's not easy to show it on the face.

"There's no hurry, there's no tough battle in front of you. Also, Anelka is trying to prove his worth, don't worry. Arsene Wenger smiled and pointed to a report on the table, "A 12% increase in the price of home tickets this season could bring us an additional £1.5 million a year!" ”

"1.5 million? Not bad indeed. What about the fans, what are the results of the sample survey? Pat Rice asked casually.

"Gorgeous scenes plus championship trophies, what do fans have to say." Wenger pouted. Disdain for this issue.

Pat Rice nodded and turned the subject back.

"You mean to use him as a substitute first?"

"Luxury?" Arsene Wenger leaned back and shook the back of his chair.

"Sort of." Pat Rice spread his hands and laughed.

For the always shrewd Frenchman to make such a choice, it seems that the glory of last season did not blindfold him.

On August 11, the first round of the Premier League started, and Arsenal went to challenge Aston Villa away.

The home team, which reached the quarter-finals of the UEFA Cup last season, was not weak, winning the European Champions Cup in '82. The history of seven top-flight titles is enough to support them. Facing the Premier League double that dominated last season, they lined up the strongest squad in the squad so far.

Of course. The starting lineup is just an attitude, tactical play, execution ability, and on-the-spot play, which is the most direct reflection of a team's mood.

3:15 p.m., Villa Park Stadium.

Birmingham at the beginning of August is the hottest time of summer. On a windless course, the sun is raging. The originally verdant lawn was a little wilted from the sun, and it was crowded next to each other, listlessly huddled together.

You Mo sat on the bench that was a little unfamiliar, quietly watching the field.

11 people who are familiar. The 11 strange people, with their hands behind their backs, held their heads high.

The loud singing in the stands circled around his ears, but in the end not a word got into his ears.

The melodious whistle made noise about the quiet stadium, but it could not quiet the noisy stands.

Watching the Premier League on the spot, it's actually not bad.

Thinking of this, You Mo smiled and scratched his head.

The defending champion's opening show will be broadcast live in more than 190 countries around the world and is expected to be watched by more than 10 million people. These statistics prosper the Premier League, stimulate clubs, and pride the psychology of every Premier League player.

Even if you have no desires, fight for these gazes!

For the league itself, the spirit and open attitude of the middle and lower teams is undoubtedly a good medicine to stimulate the ball market. Not so much for the players themselves.

Ornamental things are sometimes very gorgeous and artistic, and sometimes they are very utilitarian and philistine. The difference lies only in the mastery of the heat.

The Arsenal team on the field is actually on the brink of danger.

They're getting farther and farther down the technical flow path to the point where the guys behind them can't read their jersey numbers clearly. In this case, it would be unwise to imitate them, but it would work to imitate Manchester United.

As a result, the opponent became coarse in their eyes.

Those rough fouls and high-altitude bombing, as well as the headache-inducing iron bucket formation, became the biggest obstacle to their perfect performance. The more you cross, the more you declare your pride to the world, the more you can't, the more you condemn your opponents in regressing the development of football.

Who knows, in the competitive world, only victory and defeat are eternal, and all other factors are just means.

Outcome? Pretty?

The team, which has already proven themselves in the Premier League, are heading straight for the latter.

They want to pass on their beliefs and artificially change standards through their great success.

In their eyes, victory is no longer the only goal, they already have a higher pursuit and faith. Driven by this mentality, the whole team has become the most religious in art football. The most fanatical believers.

Arsene Wenger sensed this in advance and became adamant about the transfer of Youmo, eventually putting one of the most expensive guys on the team's bench.

No one can give a final answer.

Wenger can't, Jumo can't, Arsenal can't go up and down.

Perhaps, time can.

on the field. The players on both sides are not happy to come and go, although the score has not been rewritten, the open-ended attack is very enjoyable for the fans to watch.

As in the previous game, the Gunners especially welcomed that attitude towards the game. If it weren't for the away game, you need to stabilize first, and the opening few chances may have rewritten the score.

Aston Villa have been in the middle of the league all year round, and almost everyone in such a team has no shortage of game experience. Fifteen minutes into the opening game, they gradually retreated. Gave up a large part of the midfield to the opponent and began to play defensive counterattacks.

However, compared to Manchester United, Villa's individual ability is a big step behind, and as long as the Arsenal defense does not go wrong, it will be difficult to expect their rare counterattack to achieve positive results. In this situation, the unwilling Villa soldiers did not return to the defense completely. The guards are not resolute enough.

Punishment came quickly.

In the 29th minute of the game, after a series of dazzling combinations on the side. Overmars broke down the left and curled a beautiful overhead curling ball from the baseline to find Anelka at the edge of the box. The Frenchman is not really good at heading, but this time the landing is so precise that he only needs to get stuck in position, his head meets it, and the strong spin of the ball can make the opposition goalkeeper helpless.

In the end, he lived up to the gift from his teammates. In the midst of the sighs, he slapped his fist in the chest and roared at the camera.

Although he won the double last season, the Frenchman is actually quite depressed.

Not being selected for the national team is the biggest heart attack.

He was still a little lucky, wanting to see the French team without himself. Jacques, French, will not regret it.

As a result, he could only watch as his rivals won one match after another, eventually lifting the Hercules Cup in the envy of the world. The 23-man team has thus made its name imprinted in the history of French football. And his name, since the start of the World Cup, no one has mentioned it anymore.

Such a stark contrast made his heart extremely unhappy.

On top of that, not being able to make a high-profile entry into the Bernabeu at the end of the season was something he was frustrated for a whole summer.

Just 20 million pounds, Real Madrid just doesn't want to play!

This kind of thing is too embarrassing for the arrogant French!

The transfer fee is a direct reflection of the value of the player, and similarly, the salary will be measured in proportion to the transfer fee. Fame and fortune are leaving him, which has to be said to be a frustrating thing.

The only consolation is probably the manager's trust.

Arsene Wenger is known around the world for his patience and tolerance of young people, and as the team's most famous bad boy, he has been able to gain the trust of the manager despite repeatedly breaking the dressing room rules, even putting a high-priced guy on the bench for his sake.

This kind of thing made him extremely proud.

Look, who's the master of Highbury!

After today's goal, he deliberately looked back and looked at the bench from afar. It's a pity that the distance is too far away, and it is not clear whether the guy's expression is the same as the fans in the stands.

In the first round of the league, it was away again, and it was smooth sailing to be able to play as soon as he came, and the whole team was as excited as he was. Before half-time, Arsenal played a delicate combination in front, and after several successive passes in the middle, Bergkamp made a scalpel-like through ball to give Anecal, who had successfully countered offside, an easy one-on-one chance.

The Frenchman, who was already at the bottom of the goal, was more relaxed, facing the attacking goalkeeper on the line of the penalty area, his body first swayed to the right, then leaned to the left, and rubbed his right foot into a wonderful big arc.

The ball that went into the net made Arsene Wenger in the dugout clench his fists and walk briskly to the sidelines, smiling.

You Mo was also excited as he sat on the bench, but the fist he finally clenched ended up falling lightly on his leg.

"Hey, how does it feel?"

Arsenal's substitutes left their seats, shouted and shouted, and then turned to come back. The guy sitting on the bench who didn't move was a bit of a dazzle in this situation, and Grimandi asked in a strange voice before everyone could sit down.

"What do you think?" You Mo turned his head and asked with a smile.

"Huh? Well, I'm afraid it doesn't feel good, right? Grimandi obviously didn't expect such an answer to be thrown at him, and his head short-circuited for a while.

"Why?"

"Why?"

After repeating the other person's question in a daze, Grimandi felt that he was about to become a joke.

How to answer?!

No matter how easy the boss is, he is also the most authoritative one in the team. No matter how blind the club is, the transfer fee of 10 million British in real money and the weekly salary of 25,000 British pounds will not deceive people. The guy in front of him is no longer unbearable in his eyes, and his low-key and calm attitude is there.

If he replied: "Because you are not satisfied with the position of the bench and want to take the place of Anelka". That is tantamount to him taking the initiative to provoke a war, and he is using a provocation with obvious intentions to show the team's xenophobic intentions!

This is under the noses of the coaches, give him a thousand dares, and he will not dare to do this!

"But you obviously didn't get up to celebrate, which means that what you said doesn't represent your true emotions!" Seeing that the good brother was so embarrassed by the strange gaze, Wiltord stepped forward and whispered.

"What about you, do you want to play?" You Mo turned his head and glanced at the top of the guy's sparse head.

"Of course, there's no one who doesn't want to play!" Wiltord didn't think twice.

"yes, I want to, too." Yumo heard the whistle at the end of halftime and got up.

'In my opinion, a team-mate scoring a goal and the team winning, is something that everyone should be happy about, whether they play or not!' Wiltord held his head high, feeling right.

"You're right." Yu Mo stood still and turned his head.

"Huh? So you, why don't you celebrate with the guys? Wiltord stammered, and it was easy to get the matter straight.

"I'm not familiar, wouldn't pretending to be happy make people more uncomfortable?" Yumo took the ball from Ljungberg and trotted into the field.

Wiltord and Grimandi looked at each other, frozen in place.

Every team needs to compete, every manager understands the importance of competition, every guy on the bench has a strong desire to replace the guy on the pitch, these are normal things. However, in this land, in a country that pays attention to gentlemanly manners, it has become a conventional thing to deliberately use some false enthusiasm to cover up the mood.

It seems that as long as it is violated, it becomes ironclad evidence of the team's disunity.

No one thinks about what this unwillful act has damaged!

A country that flaunts gentlemanly demeanor everywhere, a team full of hypocritical enthusiasm, and a bunch of guys whose acting skills surpass their skills

"This guy is really sharp-toothed, be careful next time." Wiltord slapped Anelka in the air, turned his head, and said to Grimandi.

"What do you mean?" Anelka's face was puzzled, and his hand was on Wiltord's shoulder.

"Well, don't say it."

"What's not to say, brother will avenge you!"

"Come down, come down." (To be continued......)