Anelka was shirtless, wearing only a pair of pants, and was wiping his bare head with a towel, as if he had just finished showering, no wonder he had not been found just now.

Anelka in 1999 was only 20 years old, two years younger than Henry. He was a fast shooter and one of the brightest stars in the Arsenal squad at the time.

The vast majority of French people at the time believed that Anelka's future was brighter and more killer than Henry's. Unfortunately, he also has the same extremely bizarre personality as most people think of as a black star.

He has been introverted and does not like to talk since he was a child, but after becoming famous, his psychology has swelled, inspiring the innate madness and flamboyance of black players hidden deep in him, these two contradictory personalities and his low emotional intelligence are destined to never be a smooth career.

Vieira seemed a little unkind to Anelka, and his eyes were not friendly.

Instead, Henry stood up happily and shouted, "Hey, Nikola (Anelka's name), where have you been?" Henry was still young, and Highbury's dressing room made him feel quite reserved, and it was a pleasure to see an acquaintance.

"Oh, it's you." The corners of Anelka's mouth twitched, as if he was a little indifferent to Henry's arrival.

"Yes, I'm here in London on business, so I'll stop by and say hello." Henry said.

"Oh, that's right." Anelka replied with a sneer.

Sea-Man on the side couldn't help it, "poof-" laughed again, and accidentally spat out a mouthful of water on a passing young player, who pretended not to notice and walked away quickly with his head down. Seaman didn't take it seriously, wiped his chin and asked Henry, "Do you know each other, why is he so cold to you?" ”

Henry was relatively simple, and didn't think about Seaman's words for a while, and replied casually: "Of course we know, we know each other in the national team." ”

Seaman "hehe" smiled: "National team, then no wonder he is so cold, did you rob him of his starting position?" ”

"Nothing." Thierry Henry smiled again: "To be honest, everyone is new to the national team, everyone can start, and everyone can be a substitute. ”

"Not necessarily." Seaman put on an old posture: "With my years of experience, if the two are in different clubs, then the starting role of the national team will have to be competed. If it's at the same club, then there's no need to fight, it's definitely the starting point of the club. ”

Henry's eyes widened, and he was speechless for a moment, and Anelka didn't know how to answer, but sneered unconsciously.

Luo Weixi was standing in the center of the triangle formed by Henry, He-Man and Anelka at this time, and he felt that Sea-Man always spoke a little provocative to the juniors, but Henry and Anelka did not even have the strength to fight back. Maybe that's the difference between the English and the French, Rovich thought.

However, he immediately rejected his idea, and he saw Vieira, who was also French, stand up, took off his outer pants and smashed them at Seaman, and scolded with a smile: "You old immortal crow's mouth, what is the matter with you as the starter of the French team." ”

Seaman was not angry, he hid behind Adams, and said with a smile: "Don't throw your pants around, Mr. Chief, I'm just giving a junior a vaccination." ”

Adams and Bergkamp are no longer pretending to be cool, they laugh crookedly, this one roars: "Take off your pants and throw him off!" The one yelled: "Don't lose it, just put it on his head, and I'll help you press him tightly." ”

The young players are even more happy to stop the work at hand to watch the excitement, for them, the dressing room bigwigs are playing is the most suitable time for them to integrate, only when they integrate into the dressing room, it is possible to stay in this club in the future.

Luo Weixi also understood that it was not Seaman who was cheap, but that the dressing room culture in England was like this: the big guy molested the younger brother, and the younger brother was submissive.

He has been in the locker room three times, and the culture in each dressing room is different: the South Korean team's dressing room is all about absolute obedience and unity to superiors; The dressing room of the French team is focused on only one leader, and the head coach has to revolve around this leader; The dressing room of the English team is dominated by a small group of three or five.

Judging by the Arsenal dressing room, the group should be composed of Seaman, Adams, Bergkamp and Patrick Vieira.

When it comes to small groups in the England dressing room, there's one team that is perhaps more famous: Chelsea. John Terry, Frank Lampard, Petr Cech and Didier Drogba's team committees must have been heard by anyone watching football. Perhaps there is only one exception in England: Manchester United in the Ferguson era. As for the reason, it's simple: because Alex Ferguson is Manchester United, he is the dressing room culture.

Luo Weixi suddenly had a question: England's dressing room culture is like this, how did a pure boy like Henry fit into these bigwigs in the future, until he became the king of Highbury?

The noisy locker room suddenly fell silent, as if to hint at something to come.

The silence was a little unsettling, and Luo Weixi rolled his eyes and swept over the faces of the big guys, and he found that the big guys seemed to be looking at one place: the entrance to the locker room. He immediately followed the bigwigs to the door of the locker room, and then found Anelka standing alone.

Clearly, Anelka was ready to leave—he didn't want to joke with the bigwigs, and he didn't even plan to say goodbye to Henry. Rovich suddenly understood a little bit why Anelka had no one to help him after being slapped in the face by Vieira's dick, because he couldn't fit into the circle.

"Nikolai, where are you going?" Vieira shouted.

Anelka still looked indifferent, saying: "I took a shower, and I didn't have to hold a press conference, of course I went home." ”

Vieira's face was a little ugly.

Vieira was a black man, he had a lot of grievances, and he had almost all the characteristics of a black person: flamboyant, arrogant, passionate, face-loving, and prank-loving...... He felt that since Henry had come to London, he should be hospitable as the host.

He asked Anelka a little unhappily: "Why don't you talk to Thierry?" It's rare for him to come to London once, and he'll go to dinner with him later? After speaking, he raised his hand into the air: "I'll be east in a while, and we'll go to dinner together." He patted Luo Weixi on the shoulder again: "Doctor, you go with you too." ”

There was a cheer in the dressing room, He-Man immediately poured out the water from his glass, Adams put down his bananas, and Bergkamp simply threw the biscuits into the trash......

Luo Weixi felt that Vieira, although a bit cheap, was actually a very cute person.

Only Anelka still looked indifferent, and he waved his hand disappreciably: "You guys go, I won't go, Henry has you with you, it doesn't matter if I go or not." ”

With his knowledge of Vieira, Rovich is sure that he will not stop there after hearing Anelka's words.

Sure enough, Vieira's face immediately changed, and he bit his thick lip as if he was going to swallow Anelka at any moment. Henry also sensed that something was wrong, and hurriedly walked over to play a round: "Forget if Nikolai has something, anyway, there will be time in the future......"

"You sit down for me." Vieira interrupted Henry's words and pointed at Anelka: "Nikolai, come here, I have something to talk to you about now." ”

Henry knew that Vieira was going to go berserk, and he didn't want to make a bad impression in the dressing room before the transfer, so he walked over and put his arm on Anelka's shoulder and said, "Let's go with us if it's okay......"

"I'll say it again, Thierry, sit down for me!" Vieira's tone was unmistakable: "What I'm going to talk to Nicola about the team is about the team, and it has nothing to do with eating or not. ”

Henry is actually only a year younger than Vieira, but he is really like a little brother in front of Vieira, who has seen the world and has been a dressing room boss. He didn't dare to say much, so he had to step aside and sit down.

Vieira beckoned to Anelka: "Come here, let's not talk about dinner, let's talk about today's game." ”

Seaman, Adams, and Bergkamp have not spoken out, which means that they support Vieira's decision. In the dressing room, without the support of the bigwigs, it is tantamount to looking for death, and everyone knows that Anelka is in trouble.

Anelka also knew that he was in trouble, and his natural pride made him refuse to bow his head, and he said a little stubbornly: "Just talk, I didn't do anything wrong." As he spoke, he walked up to Henry's side and sat down with his legs wide open.

Everything is like a designed script, the contradiction between the two is about to erupt, and Luo Weixi knows that the incident of dumping the second child will be staged soon.

He suddenly became a little worried: I'm not here to see the fun, I'm here to stop Vieira from picking up the second child, but how can I stop him? Did he push the murder weapon directly back into his pants at the same time as he threw the dick out, or did he grasp it when he threw it out and shouted like a hero: "Hang it?" ”

Just then, there was a sudden commotion outside the locker room, as if something was happening in the passageway. A young player standing by the door looked at him for a moment and said, "The security caught a thief, and he's still an Oriental." The thief was a little too bold to come here on match day to steal. ”

After a while, the security guards escorted the thief past the door of the locker room, and a security guard walked in and asked, "We caught a thief, do you check if you have lost anything?" ”

"No, no." Vieira said impatiently.

The security guard answered and was about to leave, but Luo Weixi found that the thief's outfit was a little familiar.

He pushed through the crowd and squeezed to the door of the locker room, and almost stupefied when he saw the thief: the security guards caught a person who could not have been here at all, and the thief they caught was actually his father Lin Darong!