The weekend is over and the new week begins with recovery training.

The Charity Shield got the league off to a flying start with a win over Manchester United, and the two wins brought a relaxed atmosphere to the team. When he resumed running, some of the guys who had always been alone took the initiative to come up and talk to him.

Frederick Ljungberg.

Perhaps because he was a fellow recruit, the Swedes were sympathetic to what was going on with this guy, and often stood silently opposite Yumo during group training. In this cheerful atmosphere today, he decided to learn more about this guy.

At the 30-minute run, the two ran side by side, at the back of the line.

The Swedes actually want to run at the front, but the guy next to him has no desire to show any desire at all.

"Do you usually like to read newspapers?" As soon as Ljungberg came up, he took the initiative to open the chatterbox, and considering that the other party's English level was inferior, he bit the words very carefully.

You Mo was more interested in the hairstyle of the guy in front of him, and was thinking about whether he should take off a bald head or something, and after listening to the question, he replied casually: "Very little, what about you?" ”

Ljungberg obviously didn't expect the other party's question to be thrown over so quickly, and he was a little slow to react for a while, and then nodded after a moment, "Oh, that's good." Well, I'm okay! ”

You Mo didn't understand what this "okay" meant, so he took a standard to measure, "Okay?" I have a wife who is a sports journalist and she loves to watch it. ”

"Huh? That's not good! In a place like England, tabloids are flying all over the sky, and people who read all kinds of gossip are dizzy, and they will fall for them if they don't pay attention! Ljungberg was a little anxious when he heard this, and he shook his fist twice in the air as he spoke, as if this would threaten the unscrupulous reporters.

"It's not easy for reporters to eat, how fierce the competition is." Yu Mo couldn't hold back a laugh. nodded violently, admiring this guy's righteousness and strictness.

"Oh, it looks like I'm making a fuss. I thought you'd be more concerned, and I wanted to remind you. Ljungberg ignored the other man's expression, grinned, and looked ahead.

"What about you. Do you care? ”

"Still, okay. You know, I don't have any aura on me, and of course I don't have those troubles. ”

"There are so many midfielders in the team, if you are worried about trouble, the main position is far away."

"Hey, what's the matter, why are you still worried about me?"

Before he could get to know the other better, Ljungberg felt like his brain had become a mess.

I was going to comfort others. In the end, it becomes someone else to comfort themselves, this kind of thing doesn't make sense!

"We're both from small places, and when we enter a big place, we will definitely be scrutinized to see if they meet their standards, right?"

Ljungberg nodded sharply, and continued to listen.

"Do people in the city like to watch the country people make jokes?"

The Swedes, like idiots, will do nothing but nod their heads.

"Countrymen often hate city people because of this, and think they are too unkind. Right? ”

As soon as You Mo said this, several unkind glances swept over him.

Vieira. Petit, Anelka, Grimandi, Wiltord, and the French Gang all frowned, exchanging glances back and forth.

"So so. People in the city and people in the countryside are just in different environments and different mentalities. But if the people in the city are always full of a sense of superiority, and the people in the countryside are shrouded in inferiority complex, then there will be a big trouble. ”

Looking at the strange eyes around me, I listened to what seemed to make sense in my ears. The Swedes realized they might be in trouble.

In the past week or so, no one took the initiative to approach the newcomers, but no one took the initiative to throw their faces at the newcomers. At least on the surface, the team is still a mixed bag.

The head coach of the team is the Frenchman, and Vieira, Petit and Anelka are the absolute main players in the team, and the other two guys are also important substitutes. Strictly speaking, in the current multinational force, the French gang has surpassed the local players led by captain Adams.

In addition to the double, the French also won the World Cup this year, and under the stimulation of these solid results, the ambition is full of certainty, and arrogance is inevitable.

In this case, the so-called "city people" are easily seated by them and regarded as the other party provoking!

After a burst of French exchange, the team of more than twenty people fell silent at the same time.

Adams was already a bit reticent, and in this situation, his face was even more sinky.

He took the initiative to communicate with the head coach, which is actually a statement.

In this team, the Dutch, the French, and the British are in a three-legged state. Although the recruitment policy has been criticized, the England players have not performed badly. The local gang led by him is not only the cornerstone of the team's defense, but also an indispensable predator in a tough battle. Homegrown striker Ian Wright, who retired just in June this year, was the team's top scorer last season.

A native of England, he would not allow the Englishman name in this club to become dispensable!

The Dutch are not very numerous, and there are only two players in the team who can play the ball. However, in addition to the star Bergkamp, left winger Overmars is also a sharp knife in the team's attack, and is currently worth more than 10 million pounds. Although these two guys are not very easy to get along with, they never take the initiative to provoke right and wrong, and they belong to a typical neutral faction.

The recent performance of the French gang has caused him the most headache.

Needless to say, the reason is clear.

A group of people openly discussed in French how to give the newcomer a taste of bitterness, and as the captain, he naturally couldn't ignore this kind of thing. However, how to grasp the degree of the degree is an extremely tricky matter.

If it is light, not only will it not play its due role, but it will reduce its own prestige, and even all the English people will not be able to raise their heads. This is the territory of the English, and if the French are allowed to act recklessly, the club's 100-year history will not be enough to hide the shame!

It's heavy, these guys' arrogant temperament will definitely not be acceptable, and it's not a trivial matter to really make trouble. Even if Wenger values him, he will give him the maximum amount of power in the locker room. But a boss is a boss, a French is a Frenchman, and discipline is always weaker than emotion.

He heard Yu Mo's words very clearly, and there was no hint of mockery in them. There is not the slightest taste of self-contempt. As a club transfer record-setter, it's no surprise to have that confidence. If he is maliciously treated because of such a few words, he thinks that the atmosphere of this team is really bad!

How to fix it?

Tell this guy what they're talking about?

Adams shook his head.

To do so would be to break with the French gang, and it would be reckless to do so until the direction of the matter is clear.

Talking to Petit?

This seems a bit of a possibility.

After the morning session.

"Hey, man. Are you going to come for real? Adams called out to Petit and approached unhurriedly, expressionless.

"You're worried too soon." The Frenchman turned his head, and when he saw his object clearly, he snorted softly through his nose.

"This is England, don't get too emotional." Adams was not surprised by such an answer, and his tone did not waver in the slightest.

"Young people need to suffer a little to have a long memory, and I don't want to be pointed at in front of me and remain indifferent!"

"It is our English business to make him suffer, and you French had better stop in moderation!"

"English? All right. Then it doesn't hurt us to wait. ”

"If you have any requirements, speak them up and listen to them."

"Apologize, little meaning."

"Why?"

"No, it's just that he doesn't like it."

"Because of the before the World Cup? Help Anelka get out of the way? ”

"The French are not so stingy. We just thought this guy was being blown up so amazingly and wanted to see what was different about him. ”

"Well, you'd better do it in moderation."

"Don't worry, it won't make you too embarrassed."

The conversation ended, and the two waved goodbye.

The expressions are not relaxed.

Adams doesn't need to say much. Petit's frown also pointed to the root of the problem.

The locker room of this team, who has the final say!

The French didn't care about this kind of thing before. Now I feel that the stakes are high.

After all, this is the territory of the English, and they are only guests of the French, and no matter how strong they are, they will not fall out with the host because of a trivial matter. Adams's statement was not strong, and there was no emotional tendencies in his words. But the more this happened, the more Petit felt that it needed to be taken seriously.

It's going too far. If you offend the English together, it will be worth the loss!

The French have always been known for their freedom and looseness, and even when small groups are formed in the team, relations with each other are merely a matter of interest. He is the leader of the five players in the team, and it is entirely because of his status in the national team and club. There is no good personal relationship.

To be honest, it was his compatriots who showed their inferior skills in the beach soccer incident that happened in Dinard, and it was the French who lost all their faces. If he really wants to take revenge on this ground, he himself feels shameless.

Today's incident made him aware of the potential competition between the French gang and the British gang, and his next move must be more careful and thoughtful

The afternoon was the same as usual, but the quality of the training did not suit Arsene Wenger.

After many interruptions, the usually gentle and elegant professor was also rarely angry.

'Whether it's shooting or passing, all I need is to give it my all and have no reservations!'

"Football isn't about playing tricks, and unwanted thoughts can waste great attacking opportunities!"

"Both games seem to have been won too easily, and it seems that some excitement is needed to get you more motivated!"

"Well, Mo will be in the starting position for the weekend's game, and I'll see what kind of game you guys play!"

Hearing this, everyone was a little dumbfounded.

The afternoon training was a half-court group confrontation, and the French gang didn't know whether they had prepared or impromptu intentions, and regarded the training as a footwork show, as long as the ball was at their feet, they would more or less do some work. Especially against the group that Yumo is in, they are not as interested in the goal as they are in this guy. In the end, the tactical choices made are often based on play, supplemented by performance, and there is no serious training attitude anyway.

When the first few interruptions, the brothers still thought it was no big deal, and the old professor made too much fuss.

After the last interruption, several people collectively hugged their heads and cried bitterly.

It's nothing to let this guy play the main force, they have long been ready to compete with him. However, the head coach let him play the main team in this state, which is clearly embarrassing them!

Passing the ball to him, everything is according to the usual situation, this choice they are unwilling to say, and unfortunately it has become a great opportunity for the other party.

Not passing it to him, or deliberately passing some difficult balls to him, is not a small risk. Although the head coach has a good temper, his eyes are poisonous, and in this way, he challenges the authority of the boss of the boss, and he really doesn't know how to die!

Leave him alone, deliberately avoid the offensive zone he is in. This method seems to be feasible, but the real operation is good, and the effect will be exposed if the effect is not good!

The opponent at the weekend is still not strong, and it is still home, if this guy is allowed to celebrate his goal in front of 50,000 people, then what is the face of the French gang who have already let out a big talk?

Thinking of this, Petit looked up and glanced at the captain, Adams, who never seemed to have an extra facial expression.

Could it be that he told the head coach a secret?

The more the Frenchman thought about it, the more reliable he became, and as soon as the training was over, he immediately called Vieira and walked briskly to the parking lot.

The guy with a height of 191 actually likes to laugh, and if his skin is not too dark, he really thinks such a guy is a good partner.

After talking about the conversation with Adams this morning, Petit shut up and turned his head to observe the other party's reaction.

The descendants of the Senegalese did not disappoint him, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he went a little off the rails.

"You negotiated with the captain?"

A 22-year-old guy still has this bit of emotional intelligence?

Petit finished complaining in her heart, nodded and said, "Almost, it's a little interesting." I mean, the BOSS's approach also has that meaning. ”

"You're saying the boss favors newcomers?" Vieira was a little unimpressed, shaking his head as he spoke, "Who doesn't know what happened earlier!" ”

"You guy, think about it carefully, the boss's attitude today makes it difficult for us, is there a British guy making trouble in it!" Petit put her arms around the big black man's shoulders and walked forward on tiptoe.

"Does that mean he's joined the British Gang?" Vieira apparently didn't like such a big man hugging her, so she shook it vigorously.

"Hey, don't say it, it's really possible!" Petit froze for a moment, hurried two steps to catch up with the guy who threw himself away and moved forward alone, and said in a low voice: "I can't imagine that this kid doesn't seem to have any heart on the surface, but in fact he has a lot of thoughts, let's be careful, don't fall for him!" ”

"Yes, you go and talk to Anelka, the game still has to be played seriously, the boss's eyes are good!" Vier stretched out his hand and pulled the car door, and when he sat inside, he touched the back of his head in order to look up to see the other person's reaction.

With this kind of guy, Petit really wants to knock him on the head with the sole of his shoe.

"Have you figured out the situation, Mo is the starter, and Anelka will still be on the field?"

"That's right, the private conflict will be resolved in private, let's just play well."

"Well, as if what you said makes some sense, so let's do it."

"Haha, it's so rare, you actually listen to me!"

"Fuck off, it's good that I'm not pissed off by you!" (To be continued......)