Seeing that the "doctor" was distracted again, Henry stretched out a finger and gently poked Luo Weixi: "Doctor, are you okay?" ”

"Well, of course it's fine, I'm doing your medical check-up." Rovich put away the stethoscope that was quickly moved to Henry's heel and asked: "By the way, you are still from Juventus, how can you come to Arsenal in the middle of the season for a medical examination?" ”

Henry was a little depressed: "Hey, I'll tell you the truth, I don't have a future at Juventus. I wanted to go back to France, but Juventus wanted me to come here and say that the offer was higher...... In fact, you also know that Arsenal has a lot of talent in the front line, Anelka, Overmars, Bergkamp, how many chances do you think I can fight for? ”

"No, no, no." Luo Weixi kept waving his hands: "It's right to choose here, you have to believe in yourself." Listen, you've got the ability to keep Anelka on the bench, you're going to bring endless honour to Arsenal, and you're destined to be the king of Highbury. ”

Henry's blood boiled at these words, and he looked up at Rovich, looking at him with affectionate eyes, and his eyes were full of his own shadow galloping in Highbury. He suddenly sat up from the recliner, hugged Luo Weixi tightly with open hands, and said emotionally: "Doctor, your words have given me great encouragement, and I believe that I belong to Arsenal." ”

"That's right!" Rovich and Henry hugged each other tightly.

Just then, a flute was heard from the pitch in the distance, and the London derby was over.

Rovich remembered what Humpty Dumpty had told him just now: after the game, take Henry to the dressing room to see how the players reacted to him. The game was over at the right time, and it was also necessary to pretend to give Henry a medical examination, and Luo Weixi took off his stethoscope and said to Henry: "The medical examination is over, and you are as strong as a cow, no, like a rhinoceros." ”

"Got a medical exam so soon?" Henry asked.

"Yes, Arsenal's medical room is definitely the most famous in Europe, and you will experience that for many years to come." Rovich replied proudly.

"I believe in you." Henry is now full of affection for Rovich: "Thank you again for your encouragement, if it's okay I'll go back to the hotel." ”

"Please wait." Luo Weixi pulled Henry: "It's rare to come to England once, and the game is over, why don't I take you to the locker room to say hello to everyone?" There's a lot of your French folks. ”

Without thinking about it, Henry agreed: "That's great! ”

The players' tunnel after the game was noticeably much more lively, with staff coming and going everywhere. Rovich led Henry through the crowd, looking a little dazed, he didn't know where Highbury's dressing room was.

Fortunately, at this time he saw a familiar face - he saw Vieira, who was digging his nostrils as he walked.

Vieira was shirtless, with his jersey slung over his shoulders and a cynical look, his terrifying finger poking at his passing teammates.

Rovich was about to call out to him, but Vieira had already spotted them first, and suddenly shouted happily: "Hey, Thierry, when did you come to London?" As he spoke, he pounced like a hungry wolf and hugged Henry tightly.

Henry was as happy as he met his old acquaintance in a foreign country, and the two hugged each other tightly. Rovich found that with a passionate hug, Vieira left a terrifying striped black mark on Henry's white coat.

Breaking away from Vieira's bear embrace, Henry pointed to Rovich and said, "I came here for a physical examination, and the doctor said that since he came, he would stop by the locker room to say hello to everyone." ”

"No problem, I'll take you!" Vieira said enthusiastically, and waved his hand at Luo Weixi: "I was shoveled on the field just now, and now it is still a little painful, you just come over and help me take a look." ”

Luo Weixi was worried that he couldn't find the locker room, so he hurriedly said yes, and the three of them were led by Vieira and came to the dressing room in Highbury together.

The dressing room in Highbury is not big, and compared to the dressing room seen at the World Cup, it can only be described as shabby.

A large row of benches like the one in the cafeteria is lined up against the corners, and this is the seating of the players. The walls were covered with those very old tiles, with hangers hanging at intervals on the tiles, a tactical board hanging from the entrance, and nothing else, not even a decent locker.

In the middle of the dressing room is a long table full of freshly changed jerseys and socks, and a couple of young players are picking up fallen clothes around the table – a task that young and disempowered have to take on naturally.

The main players, including the seniors, can sit in chairs, chat, or call for the younger players to bring water quickly, while the most experienced players can enjoy the shower first.

Patrick Vieira would have been eligible to shower first, but he didn't like to do so, preferring to hug the young players who showered first with the smell of sweat.

He led Henry into the dressing room with a big grin, and Luo Weixi followed suit.

As soon as you enter Monroe, you will see many Arsenal legends: the one who eats bananas in a pants vest is Adams, the old doorman Seaman who keeps playing with his long hair is Heeman, the one who lies flat on a chair and closes his eyes to recuperate, and the ice prince Bergkamp is chewing on a bag of biscuits.

Obviously, they are all showered, and only they are eligible for the first round of showers.

But among so many people, only Anelka is missing, where is the protagonist of this mission?

Vieira knew the way to the door, and as soon as he entered the door, he threw his shirt on the long table and shouted shirtlessly: "Open your eyes for me, see who I have brought here?" ”

Adams didn't even look at it, but Bergkamp and Overmars looked up and looked at it, then lowered their heads silently. The old door god He-Man was already quite enthusiastic, and he said with a smile: "Yo, this person is a little familiar, who is the one......

Only a few young players exclaimed, "Isn't this Thierry Henry, why did you come to London?" ”

Henry looked a little embarrassed, he smiled and said, "I'm coming to London to do some personal business, and I'll come by the way to say hello, and I'll leave in a while." ”

Vieira looked a little unhappy, but those who didn't react were the team's important ministers, and Vieira couldn't afford to offend easily, so he had to push Luo Weixi and said: "Come here, show me if my ankle hurts." Then he beckoned to Henry: "You sit down for a while, Petit is going to be interviewed, and he will be back in a moment." ”

Petit is French, and Henry is a fellow countryman, and he is also relatively popular, and Vieira hopes that when Petit returns, he can resolve this embarrassing scene.

Henry stubbornly found a place to sit down, and Rovich half-crouched in front of Vieira, pretending to examine his ankles.

"It depends on the situation, it should be a hard injury, just take a rest." Luo Weixi looked at it for a while, and couldn't think of any more medical terms for a while, so he had to use this panacea excuse to try to prevaricate the past.

"Well, that's good." Vieira said, lifted his pants again, pointed to the inner thigh and said, "You can help me look here again, it's a little weak, it looks like a muscle strain." ”

Luo Weixi had no choice but to crouch down and pretend to be concerned and approached Vieira's thigh.

Vieira's muscles are indeed very developed, but what impressed Rovich more was not his muscles, but as soon as he approached his thighs, Rovich smelled an indescribable smell. The smell was so profound that years later, even just seeing Vieira on TV, Rovich would feel an irresistible palpitation for a moment.

What's even more terrifying is that when pretending to massage Vieira's thighs, Luo Weixi found that Vieira's pants were slowly bulging. He suddenly remembered what Anelka had described: a 14-inch strip of pork......

Uncle, don't you react, Luo Weixi prayed silently in his heart, he didn't want to massage and press out a 14-inch pork strip.

"Poof-" Suddenly someone couldn't help but laugh, and the pork strips trembled a little, and Luo Weixi looked back to see that it was Seaman who was laughing. He-Man had just taken a sip of water, and now the whole sip was spraying onto the floor, and he said, "Mr. Chief, why are you reacting again?" ”

"Mr. Long" was Vieira's nickname in the dressing room, and Rovich admitted in his heart that it was still very vivid for him.

Seaman spoke, the locker room was a little more lively, and Adams also interjected: "Mr. Long, you must not react on the court, otherwise it will be easy to be offside." ”

Vieira didn't care about everyone's jokes, he said, "Why do you care so much about my strengths, do you want to appreciate them?" If you want, I'll take it out and show you. ”

As soon as he heard this, Luo Weixi stood up suddenly, and in his estimation, if Vieira took out his strengths, the length of 14 inches was estimated to be just against the tip of his nose, and the situation would be too terrifying to think about.

The locker room burst into laughter, even Henry, who had been silent, grinned, and Vieira laughed so much that he almost couldn't breathe: "What are you afraid of, even if I want to take it out, I will inform you first." ”

Thinking of Vieira's previous pranks, Rovich decided to stay away from the pork, intending to tell Vieira that the pain in his thigh was still due to the bruise, so that he could stay away from the horrible pork strip.

Just as Rovich was about to say these words to Vieira, he noticed that Vieira suddenly stopped smiling, and his eyes were looking straight behind him. When I looked back, I saw that the protagonist of this mission, Anelka, had appeared.