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Chapter 863

Chapter 863

After defeating Crystal Palace, Arsenal is still advancing in the standings.

Their state is still extremely hot, but the same is true for Manchester City, which still maintains an unbeaten record. Manchester City has no losses, and Arsenal can only wait patiently.

Although Arsenal have created a legendary record of unbeaten championships, they do not believe that Manchester City can replicate this record. For this reason, all Arsenal can do is patiently wait for the opponent's failure.

At the same time, the Arsenal team is also conducting some coordination training.

Mourinho's recent tactics have a lot of brains, and he can always come up with new things.

Sometimes, the Arsenal players don't know exactly what they are practicing, anyway, it feels very 'new' to them

The head coach asked, and they naturally had to obey.

Around 3 pm, the day's training ends.

The Arsenal players started to leave the pitch in batches, while Lucky looked left and right. After searching for two consecutive laps, he didn't see Arteta.

Arteta, as an assistant coach, should have accompanied the training on the training ground, but at this time, he did not see each other.

Lucky can only go to Mourinho.

"He was on a business trip!"

Mourinho's answer was succinct.

Le Kai asked in surprise; "Business trip?"

It is really rare for assistant coaches to travel on business, and they are not accompanied by the head coach.

In this regard, Mourinho nodded; "He went to the Netherlands, and I assigned him some tasks."

Reminiscent of the upcoming winter window, Le Kai nodded slightly.

It is estimated that it is because of the transfer problem.

"What's the matter with you?" Mourinho asked.

Le Kai scratched his cheek: "I want him to take me to practice."

Hearing this, Mourinho raised his eyebrows and said, "How about I accompany you?"

Lucy was stunned for a moment.

Mourinho smiled and waved his hands and said, "Just kidding, go find other assistant coaches, they are probably free!"

In response, Le Kai nodded and left.

As for the previous sentence, he pretended not to hear it.

Although Mourinho was born as a player, he did not play in the professional league.

Mourinho's evaluation of himself is also very straightforward.

'If I were the head coach, I wouldn't choose myself as a player! '

It is unknown how Mourinho's specific skills are, but it should not be much better.

After all, under such a mature professional system in Europe, failing to play professional football means everything in itself.

Helen, FrieslandCampina, Netherlands.

This is a beautiful small city. The city is built on the hillside, giving people a sense of upwards.

Especially after stepping on the winding path, climbing all the way up, and when you come to the top to overlook, the small town surrounded by mountains and rivers is particularly beautiful.

Inside the train station in Helen City.

Accompanied by the arrival of an old train, a man in a windbreaker waved forward: "Here!"

In front of him was a man pulling a suitcase and wearing a long Nike down jacket. His entire face was covered by a hood, making it impossible to see his face clearly.

After getting close, the man lifted his hat, showed a bright face, and said with a smile; "Mikel Arteta!"

It is Arsenal's assistant coach Arteta.

And the man in the windbreaker smiled and held out his hand, "Scout Mike Lewis, you can call me Louis."

"Hello, Mr. Lewis."

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, the two walked out of the train station at the invitation of Louis, and got into a small Beetle sedan.

The car is a bit old and narrow, and the road is a bit bumpy.

Louis smiled while driving; "I'm sorry, only such cars can be rented here. You know, the infrastructure here is not so perfect!"

Arteta laughed; "It's time for scouts in Europe to improve their salaries. I heard that scouts in Africa already have cars."

Louis shrugged; "European scouts rely on their legs, this is the consensus!"

Both of them laughed out loud.

Soon, Louis pointed to the locker in front of the co-pilot and said, "There are the documents you need."

Arteta opened the storage box, took out the documents inside, and glanced briefly.

The first thing that catches the eye is a fair face and a string of names.

Martin Odegaard.

"He joined Real Madrid in 2015, but he hasn't been called up again since then. He is probably already in an abandoned state. He joined FC Heerenveen in the Eredivisie in January this year and has scored one goal so far this season."

After a brief introduction, Luis turned his head to look at Arteta and said: "I don't quite understand the club's choice. This player's performance is not worthy of our attention!"

Arteta said: "He played very well last season."

Louis: "But he's been thoroughly studied."

Arteta shrugged: "But we saw potential in him."

"Okay!" Louis shook his head; "I don't know what your so-called potential is, but I can tell you responsibly that it is a spoiled child."

"A spoiled child?" Arteta wondered.

Louis: "There will be a Heerenveen match tomorrow, and then you will understand everything!"

The next day, the 18th round of the Dutch First Division, this is the last game before the winter break.

In this game, Heerenveen lost to Alkmaar 1:3 at home and lost the game.

The fans in the audience vented their anger at the loss on their number 10.

That is the body of Odegaard, who is known as the 'Norwegian genius'.

"loser!!!"

"waste!!!!!"

"You're wasting our rent!"

"Get out!"

Facing the angry Heerenveen fans, the fair-faced Erdegaard still raised his chin and glared at the opponent, like a child who refused to admit defeat.

He seemed to think that this way he would not appear weak.

"Look! I'm right! He's a spoiled child!"

In the noisy environment, Luiz had to yell, and he looked at Arteta and said: "Look at how many opportunities he wasted, he played too alone!"

Arteta did not respond, but looked towards the court with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Heerenveen's locker room was dead silent.

In the case of losing and playing unhappily, everyone's expressions are very ugly.

After Odegaard walked into the locker room, the atmosphere became even worse.

The teammates didn't even look at him directly, and Erdegaard went straight to his locker and began to change clothes silently.

"Some people always think they are geniuses, but they are actually shit!"

Tosby cursed under his breath.

This sentence made Erdegaard on the side suddenly violent.

"Asshole! Whatever you want to say, come directly to me!"

As soon as Odegaard was about to rush to the opponent, the captain Felman stopped him.

At this time, Odegaard was thin and thin, far from being the opponent of Captain Felman, who was tightly trapped by the latter.

"calm!"

Ferman gave a low snort.

Erdegaard is still struggling.

"calm!!--"

Ferman raised his voice again, and slammed Odegaard into the locker. With a huge "boom", Odegaard finally stopped struggling, while Ferman stared at Odegaard firmly. De Gaodao.

"I think Tosby has a point, we don't need a player who isn't part of the team."

Odegaard said angrily, "That's because you can't keep up with me."

After all, he thought the captain would be furious, but Fehrman looked at him coldly and said, "Okay, then you go to the team that can keep up with your rhythm, there is no place for you here!"

Fairman turned and left, while the other Heerenveen players walked out one after another.

Soon, Erdegaard was the only one left in the locker room.

Odegao bowed his head in silence for a long time, then suddenly hit his fist hard on the locker, and vented loudly; "Shit!"

Outside the stadium, the bus had already left, and the bus didn't even take Erdegaard away.

The latter had to take a taxi and leave alone.

Sitting on the bus home, Odegaard lowered the brim of his hat, buried his head in his clothes, and tears flowed down his face.

At the end of the day, this is just a 20-year-old teenager, far from grown up.

Facing the anger of his teammates and the dissatisfaction with the status quo, the depression in his heart continued to make him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Anger, grievance, dissatisfaction, hatred, etc.

At this time, Erdegaard didn't even know why he was still playing football.

Playing football is actually not fun!

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