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Chapter 338 Thomason's Red Vest

Chapter 338 Thomason's Red Vest

The sun was setting, and the sky had gradually darkened. The training field had long been empty, and the hustle and bustle of the day had come to this time, leaving only silence.There are lights overflowing from the surrounding buildings, and the faint light spreads on the lawn, making it even more hazy.There are slight voices and shouts from time to time, adding to the loneliness.

When Pellegrini walked out of the office building, he saw a few figures faintly swaying in the field on the huge grass.

This made him stunned for a moment, the training had already ended, and the players should have left long ago.There are a few players in the team who are very diligent and often stay after training for extra training. He is aware of this, but until now...he looked up at the watch on his wrist, it was already It was almost eight o'clock.

"It's really hard work."

Pellegrini shook his head. Without careful identification, he knew who was staying on the field. After hesitating for a moment, he walked to the sidelines.

A football flew to the sidelines. It was obvious that there was a mistake in passing or shooting. It bounced to the front. Pellegrini stretched out his foot gently, and stepped on the ball awkwardly.

"gentlemen?"

It was Fan Bizhuang who ran over to pick up the ball. He was a little surprised to see the head coach suddenly appearing in front of him smiling awkwardly.It was so late, he thought that the coaches had already left, but he did not expect that the head coach was still here.

Pellegrini waved his hand, kicked the ball back to him, patted the straw sandals on his trouser legs, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "I haven't played football in person for a long time, and some feet are raw."

Pellegrini is also a professional player, but he has not achieved much in his career, and he is almost a soy sauce party.In the daily training on weekdays, because Mr. Ruben and other assistant coaches lead the team, Pellegrini seldom goes off the field to give demonstrations to the players in person, and occasionally wears sportswear to go on the field, and also runs with his disciples. Some simple basic teachings.

The Chilean engineer can be regarded as a representative of the academic school, and his body is more elegant. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is handsome. He is really not very good at doing things by himself.

Before Fan Bizhuang nodded to respond, Pellegrini had already skipped the topic. He looked into the distance, and Riquelme nodded towards this side, and raised the ball on his own. Skillful and flexible back and forth juggling the ball.To his surprise, he also saw Diego Lopez in front of the goal. Brother Squidward with a beard was rubbing his gloved hands at a loss. Obviously, he also saw the biggest player of the team. BOSS.

"You can tell Lopez that I will not punish him." Pellegrini said with a smile.

Although extra training reflects a player's hard work and will, coaches also like hardworking people, but strictly speaking, extra training is not advocated by coaches. The competition in professional leagues is already fierce, and it affects both body and mind It is a big burden. The team's daily training is planned, and the players' bodies are fully in the best condition while ensuring that the players will not be too tired and cause accidental injuries.

It is always bad to go too far. Pellegrini and other coaches have already stated in the team that they require players not to violate the rules and give themselves extra training. Training well on weekdays is enough.

This is the source of Diego Lopez's embarrassment. Although this article is not included in the team's penalty regulations, it is also against the order of the head coach. It is normal for him to be worried.

Fan Bizhuang curled his lips, then nodded.He is really not worried about this at all. Anyway, he and Riquelme are training extra almost every day, and the team has not seen any targeted punishment for them.

But after thinking about it, everyone has their own situation. Some players work hard, but they are not as thick-skinned as Fan Bizhuang. But if you want them to put in more effort to practice, it is probably more difficult than killing them.

So those who can work hard to persevere are, after all, a minority.Fan Bizhuang is one, and so is Riquelme. As for Diego Lopez, judging by the current situation, he must have joined the team of these two.

"I have nothing to do with you, but I didn't expect that you would also motivate Lopez."

Fan Bizhuang chuckled, and replied: "Isn't this a goalkeeper? You can't let me or Roman go as a guest goalkeeper every time. We are not professional, otherwise the effect of extra training will not be good."

Pellegrini nodded and shook the watch on his wrist: "It's already late, isn't it over yet?"

"Let's practice for a while, our energy and physical fitness are fine, sir."

"Don't stay too late, I don't want to see three listless guys tomorrow morning, you know, if this happens, I will prohibit your extra training." Pellegrini ordered, He raised his foot to leave, but turned around when the foot landed, "Is it because of the next round of competition?"

Fan Bizhuang nodded bluntly: "I want to win, sir."

No more words this time, Pellegrini nodded and left the training ground.

But the moment he turned around, he murmured softly in his heart: "I want to win too!"

"Fan, don't dawdle, come back to practice quickly, I'm ready, ha, your free kick can't get around my fingers!"

Pellegrini's figure gradually drifted away and slowly disappeared into the night. Diego Lopez was already waving and shouting from a distance. Fan Bizhuang nodded thoughtfully, then hugged the football, ran back.

"Stop talking big, Lopez. Let's...do it again!"

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On the second day, the players came to the training ground one after another, and the base was full of hustle and bustle. Everyone was chatting and preparing for the upcoming routine training.

Unexpectedly, today's training content is a little different from usual. Generally speaking, the team conducts basic and physical training in the morning, and in the afternoon, it explains some techniques and tactics and the process of getting familiar with these tactics. Time for an intra-team match.

Today, Pellegrini came to the sidelines early. After Mr. Ruben led the players to run a few laps and the activity started, the Chilean engineer stopped the big guys.

Then other assistants stepped forward and distributed vests to the players.

Red represents the main force, green represents the substitute, and the members of the first team are divided into two teams.

"This is……"

"No way, there will be a confrontation match early in the morning? I haven't eaten breakfast for a long time. I'm worried that I'll throw up after strenuous exercise!"

"Go away, spit it out, don't come to disgusting people!"

"Don't make trouble, what's the situation today, there are very few contests in the morning?"

"Who knows, what the master ordered, we just do what we do, why bother so much."

The players discussed in confusion, but they still took the vests of their respective colors as required and put them on.

Thomason took the green vest from the assistant coach, and when he was about to turn around and put it on, he heard the head coach calling his name.

"Dahl."

Thomasson's full name is Ron Dahl Thomasson, but his teammates prefer to call him Dahl affectionately. In the Danish language, Dahl means brave and upright.Thomason is also very satisfied with this.

"Is something wrong, sir?"

Thomason froze for a moment, his eyes lit up when he saw what the head coach was holding in his hand, and he had a premonition in his heart, but he still spoke suspiciously.

He is very clear about why he was signed to Villarreal. As a 33-year-old veteran, it is impossible to say that there is no desire in his heart, but he can also clearly recognize his position. He was introduced in the hope that his experience can help the team at critical moments.

In other words, he is a rotation player.

Just seeing that bright red vest, his heart still couldn't help but be filled with anticipation.

"This is yours, Dahl. Put it on." Pellegrini handed over the red vest, and then took the green vest from the dazed Thomason, "Today's You are on the main team in the match."

What this means is self-evident. Generally speaking, the main team in the group match is basically the starting lineup for the next round of the league. Although this is not absolute, it is undoubtedly the most promising team to start.

"I can ask this..." Thomason raised the vest in his hand, with both surprise and astonishment on his expression, "Why?"

"Because you are a reliable veteran, the next game, the team needs you."

There is no specific reason, just vague words, but this is enough. After so many years in the leagues of various countries, I have already seen what I should see, and I have experienced enough. For a veteran in his last years, this feeling of being needed is greater than anything else.

"I see."

Thomason nodded, smiled, and tightened his fist in the vest.

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"Ha, Dahl, not bad, I actually got a red vest today."

"Dude, you have to treat me. Becoming the team's starter in the next round of the game. Why can't I have such a happy event? No, you have to treat me to a big meal tonight to comfort me Wounded hearts!"

"Don't talk nonsense. Kach, do you mean Turkish barbecue? To be honest, I almost vomited from eating that... Dahl, let's go to Chinese food, ha, there is a new restaurant in town Chinese restaurant, the taste is very good!"

"Hey, hey, I said everyone got the point wrong, okay? We're here to congratulate Dahl on becoming a member of the main team, not to eat and drink...Of course, don't forget to let me know if you want to treat me!"

Seeing Thomason putting on the red vest and walking towards the main team, the players all gathered around him to congratulate him. Fan Bizhuang was also in the crowd. He nodded and smiled at Thomason, and then turned his eyes to the distant The head coach at the office held his chin thoughtfully.

He and Roman and others practiced so late in order to prepare for the next round against Barcelona, ​​and Mr. Manuel, why did he leave the base so late?

I didn't think so much before, but now that I think about it, sir, he must be making some preparations.It seems that not only he wants to win, sir, he also wants to win!

(End of this chapter)