Chapter 20 Bathroom
Leicester City was originally planning to rush back that night, but the rainy season in the UK is always very cold.
The ground was slippery and the wind was blowing, and the temperature was dropping sharply. When everyone came out of the locker room, many players shivered.
Mr. Ranieri watched as the players pulled up their coats, turned up their collars, and huddled together like shivering quails.
Especially the little guy Eggsy, who was placed in the middle and protected by several tall guys outside, but even so, Eggsy still kept shrinking his head due to the cold.
The rain in London was freezing cold, and the players were freezing like quails.
"I'd like a cup of hot coffee..."
"I don't ask for coffee, just a cup of hot water is enough."
"Hot water? Drink? Shouldn't you take a bath and warm yourself up now?"
"Please stop talking, I really want to take a bath in the Turkish bath!"
Mr. Ranieri was speechless when he looked at his players, but the team doctor and physical trainer also advised that it would take late into the night to drive back to Leicester City, and it would be a disaster if the players caught a cold collectively.
The use of drugs by players is quite strict. If any violation is detected after the game, the results of the game will be invalidated.
Therefore, the club has always strictly controlled their medication and diet to avoid such embarrassing situations.
Now, the Leicester City players were caught off guard by the sudden drop in temperature in London. In the eyes of Mr. Ranieri, they all became shivering little animals. Even if the air conditioner in the bus was turned to the maximum, they could not feel much warmth.
"I'll contact the hotel." Mr. Ranieri sighed. His good nature made him quickly book a hotel with a Turkish bath. Then he said to the assistant coach: "Go and tell the driver that we've changed our route."
Upon hearing these words, all the players cheered immediately, especially the South American players who were shivering with cold, who felt that Mr. Ranieri was like God on earth.
So that night, the entire Leicester City team checked into a Turkish-style hotel in south London.
Almost everyone rushed straight into the big bath as soon as their rooms were assigned.
Among these people, Eggsy was the first to run. The kid ran all the way and took off his clothes very quickly.
Eggsy wanted to dive into the steaming pool, but Morgan quickly grabbed the big towel around Eggsy's waist.
"Don't go in, try it first."
Morgan reminded Eggsy, while Mahrez carefully took a basin and put it into Eggsy's arms: "Come here, I'll teach you. You have to wash it first."
After saying that, Mahrez pulled Eggsy to sit on a stool beside him, and then began to scoop water for Eggsy little by little.
You know what, Eggsy's skin is quite white. After being poured with the water, Eggsy was a little uncomfortable and shivered. After being poured with the water a few more times, Eggsy slowly felt comfortable.
He looked at the other teammates and saw that everyone was sitting in the bathroom and starting to water themselves to get used to the environment.
Seeing that he had adapted, Mahrez gave him the pot and asked him to water the plants himself, and then asked him to watch and follow others.
After everyone was warmed up by the water, Eggsy watched them smear foam on their faces and took out their razors.
So Eggsy also learned to use the shaving foam and slapped it on his face, and then he was completely stunned!
“Ahhhhh!!!”
Eggsy is only 16, he has no beard. The stimulating shaving foam in the Turkish bath is too cool for him. There must be mint in it!
The cold and stimulating feeling on his face made Eggsy's hot face suddenly become cold and slightly stinging, and he couldn't help but scream out.
The shout echoed in the foggy bathroom, making all the teammates burst into laughter.
“Hahahahaha~~~”
Then Eggsy covered his red face, glared at his teammates, and had to wash the foam off his face. Then he looked at the empty bathroom and walked over triumphantly.
Because of Mahrez's reminder, Eggsy carefully reached out to touch the water. Then Eggsy slowly, slowly went into the water.
Look, look, I don't have a beard yet, but I can enjoy this comfortable steam bath earlier than you~
Eggsy's entire body except for his neck was immersed in the warm, slightly hot water. He shivered with comfort, which caused his teammates to laugh again.
Now Eggsy was angry, > ^ < He looked up at his teammates who were shaving, his handsome face gradually turned pink from the warm water, but he had to stand with his hands on his hips with a smug look on his face. It was really...
It makes people wonder if this child grew up eating cuteness?
Vardy and Mahrez were laughing so hard that their mouths were cramping, but they were still trying not to laugh out loud under the guidance of captain Morgan's eyes.
Morgan was afraid that the little guy would get angry because of being laughed at again... haha~
Tonight, since almost all the rooms in this hotel were booked by Leicester City, there were not many other guests.
The players took off their clothes and sprinted very quickly, so it was only at this time that the coaching staff arrived.
As soon as Mr. Ranieri came in, he habitually looked for Eggsy there. Anyway, he was most worried about this little guy.
When he entered, he saw Eggsy soaking in the water, blowing his red face in the water. Mr. Ranieri was relieved and started to wash himself.
Then I chatted with my teammates and talked about things, and time passed quickly.
When everyone wanted to get a massage or a back rub, they suddenly realized that Eggsy was missing.
Everyone:?
Then they noticed a white towel floating in the sink. After thinking about it, they thought that Eggsy was the only one in the bathroom wearing a big scarf because he was shy?
Take a look at the corner of this huge pool. On the misty water surface, there seem to be two white round things floating. They seem to be... butts?
“…Oh my god! Eggsy fainted!”
"Stop being in a daze, go call the team doctor!!!"
There was chaos again. When Eggsy was dragged up by his teammates, everyone felt exhausted. Almost all the men present felt how difficult it was to take care of a child.
But someone couldn't help but burst out laughing, and the whole team couldn't stop laughing as they looked at the fainted Eggsy.
Of course, although it was a joke, after the team doctor arrived, everyone still waited for him to finish a comprehensive examination. The team doctor checked him several times, and finally asked a soul-searching question when Eggsy slowly woke up.
"What did you eat before you took a bath?"
“A few Turkish delights and cookies at the door…”
"You consumed too much sugar, which increased your blood sugar and accelerated your blood circulation. Plus, it was too hot and you passed out. It's okay. Drink more water tonight and don't get too tired."
Then the team doctor said something that made Eggsy despair.
"Remember to give the little guy something light tonight. He can't eat the kebabs, roast lamb, milk stew, and naan bread we ordered."
The child was drooling when he heard the names of the dishes mentioned by the team doctor. But when he was told that he could only have porridge tonight, he was so desperate!
Poor Eggsy drank some porridge feeling aggrieved tonight and went to bed early. He could still hear his teammates drinking and feasting from a distance.
"Why am I so unlucky~"
Eggsy was speechless. He felt that he was fine since MacArthur kicked him, but his luck has been bad since MacArthur broke his bone.
And whenever Eggsy thought about how his teammates would laugh at him during breakfast tomorrow, he got a headache!
He simply fell on the bed, stretched out his body out of boredom, his fingers still twirling his hair, still thinking about his current situation.
Judging from yesterday's game, Eggsy felt that he was still far behind, because he had seen the really good midfielders running on the court.
Mr. Modric's speed when dribbling the ball is not actually very fast, but his breakthroughs are very powerful and very effective.
When Eggsy thought about the other party's fast and agile movements, which were so fast that there was not a single unnecessary movement, his eyes were filled with anticipation.
"I have to practice hard. When can I become like Mr. Modric?"
In Eggsy's current logic, a good midfielder is really important, and the definition of a good midfielder is Mr. Modric.
Now, no matter what food he eats, it is just to satisfy his appetite. What can really fill his stomach is the happiness, excitement and joy of the fans, players, assistant coaches and everyone else around him after a goal is scored, as well as the glory he has gained as a player.
He now dreams of helping Leicester City win and lift the trophy, but he also knows that this path is too difficult.
So the kid instinctively thought of his goal, Mr. Modric, and then opened his phone to watch his highlights, and his tactics and moves.
In this way, Eggsy stayed up until the early morning. If he didn't have to do homework and look at tactical research tonight, he would probably have been reluctant to go to bed.
At dawn the next day, he got dressed, took the football from his backpack, and went to the hotel's playground to play football.
The mornings in the UK when summer turns to autumn are always foggy. Eggsy did some stretching in a thick sportswear, and after warming up, he started juggling the ball.
The ball was as agile on his feet as a living animal, moving back and forth from his left foot to his right foot, and his right foot might go directly around the back of his left heel, going back and forth in all kinds of ways.
Then Eggsy started dribbling with his left and right feet, followed by a sprint and various dodgments and feints.
Eggsy spent most of his time living in peace with this loneliness, constantly honing his skills, but thinking about tactical learning issues in his mind.
He kept thinking about what Mr. Modric had said to him and some of the teachings he had given him.
Mr. Ranieri got up early this morning. When he looked out the window, he soon saw Eggsy practicing in the hotel's sports field and felt relieved.
But at this moment, there was a knock on the door of the room. After Mr. Ranieri opened the door, he found that it was the hotel manager, who was holding a glasses case for contact lenses in his hand.
"Sir, one of your team left this in the bathroom last night."
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