Chapter 3: Bad Luck
Vardy and Mahrez habitually went to the club restaurant to eat with their teammates before arriving at the stadium.
The Leicester City locker room has always been very united, so their main players are used to having breakfast together, and today is no exception.
Everyone at the table had almost finished eating, so they started chatting. Naturally, their topic turned to the new teammates who were going to train with them today.
"What's his name? Eggsy? Why Egg?" Mahrez's English has a thick accent, so every time he says Eggsy's name, it always sounds very weird. "I mean, you know that means egg, right?"
Just when Dahuoer was having all kinds of strange thoughts about Eggsy's name, Musa pushed open the door of the restaurant, looked around, saw his teammates, and rushed over.
"Morgan is practicing breakthroughs with the new guy on the court!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the players in the cafeteria jumped up and rushed to the court.
Leicester City's training ground is a large lawn and forest. Although there is a two-story detached house on the other side of the field, this does not hinder the players' training.
Because they also have several training pitches that are about the same size as the Royal Power Stadium, hidden in the forest surrounding the pilgrimage site, so this is their main training ground.
When Vardy and Mahrez arrived, there were actually quite a few people watching outside the barbed wire fence of the training ground.
They all knew that Captain Morgan had always had the best defensive skills in the team. Even though Leicester City performed so poorly in the first half of this season, no one blamed the defensive players.
Led by Morgan, Leicester City's 442 formation was able to turn the tide on defense every time and withstand various attacks.
If it weren't for Morgan's defense, Leicester City would have been relegated long ago, instead of being the third from the bottom in the league...
Although being third from the bottom in the league is indeed embarrassing, this is already considered the tallest among dwarfs and it is really not something you can justify.
But even so, Vardy, Mahrez and others still saw a scene that surprised them.
A guy with black hair and black eyes on the field was dribbling the ball towards captain Morgan's defense.
This may sound very vague to you, but Vardy really can't think of any adjective. Now it is already very difficult for him to just keep track of the movements of this strange player.
When he is dribbling with the ball, the leg that kicks the ball is still changing back and forth left and right. This degree of change of the ball is very similar to Ronaldo's bicycle kicking, but his frequency may be faster, so the speed of dribbling the ball is also amazingly fast.
When Morgan took a defensive stance, he deliberately lowered his center of gravity. He knew that facing such a fast-attacking player, the first thing he had to do was to adjust his center of gravity. Otherwise, if he failed to block the ball, the opponent would lose his balance and fall due to the impact.
But at the moment when Morgan lowered his body center, the new player actually accelerated? !
Mahrez on the sidelines even widened his eyes, because he had no idea how this guy accelerated the second time? Did he hit the turbo engine from behind?
If it was just the speed, it might not be enough to make all the players watching on the sidelines exclaim, because when this rookie player came into contact with Morgan, he actually made a fake move, then suddenly turned around and blocked Morgan's defensive action with his back.
"He's so fast and yet he can still fake a move?" Mahrez doubted his life!
But Morgan on the field also had his own way of dealing with Eggsy's back defense. He even stretched out his legs to try to disrupt the attack through the gap between Eggsy's legs.
But when Morgan just stretched out his leg, Eggsy had already completed his turn and accelerated, leaving Morgan empty-handed.
By the time the sturdy captain reacted, Eggsy had already broken through him and rushed straight towards the goal!
"This guy? Is he really an amateur?"
Vardy was full of doubts at this time, and Mahrez on the side was also doubting himself and could not answer this question at all.
However, what no one expected was that the new teammate's breakthrough was indeed perfect, but his shooting skills were really not that good.
He had already rushed into the penalty area, he aimed at the ball and shot it out, but the ball didn't even hit the goal frame and flew straight out.
“…”
Vardy was speechless, and Mahrez was interested in answering his question this time: "Well, at least the shooting is amateurish."
On the other hand, Eggsy was now standing with his hands on his hips, looking at the ball that he had kicked so far away, and was a little speechless for a moment.
Morgan trotted over and stood in a row with him, looking at the ball flying far away and said jokingly: "It seems that you still have a lot to learn about shooting."
However, Morgan still patted him on the shoulder and said very seriously: "You are already very good. You can master the movements I taught you in such a short time. I have nothing else to teach you."
Eggsy let out a long breath, thought for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "Captain, if my shooting accuracy is not very good, what position do you think I can play?"
This is also the problem that has been bothering Eggsy since yesterday. To be honest, he is still a complete novice in football. Apart from knowing that he has no ability as a goalkeeper, he really doesn't know much about other positions in football.
This is the cognitive shortcoming of talented players. In fact, it is not just Eggsy. Many talented players have to specifically supplement this aspect of "cultural lessons" when they officially join the football club.
However, Captain Morgan still considered Eggsy's question seriously. He asked, "Didn't Mr. Ranieri make any arrangements for you?"
Eggsy exhaled and looked into the distance with melancholy: "Master told me to think about it myself, but I really don't know what position I can be qualified for."
After hearing Eggsy's reply, Morgan gave an answer that left him a little speechless.
"I think Mr. Ranieri is right to let you make your own choice. You can also take your time and think about it carefully, or go and watch the game yourself?"
Just now, Vardy and Mahrez were standing outside the stadium and were spotted by Morgan. They thought they were caught being lazy and peeking at the captain and the new player, so they hurried into the stadium to warm up.
Even when they were preparing to warm up, the two were not very honest. Seeing what Morgan and Eggsy were talking about, curiosity prompted them to quietly move closer to eavesdrop, but they were caught by Morgan as soon as they approached.
"Vardy, Mahrez, you guys aren't training yet?"
Vardy and Mahrez looked back at this moment. Just as they were about to say that they were going to warm up, they were suddenly stunned when they saw Eggsy...
Isn’t this the cleaner who came to our locker room yesterday?
He is the new player?!
When I think about how they spoke ill of others in front of them yesterday, Vardy and Mahrez can probably dig out Buckingham Palace with their toes.
For a moment, the embarrassment on the court spread to the entire field like a river. All the players who had seen Eggsy in the locker room yesterday shut their mouths in embarrassment at the same time. Kanter even wanted to blow his head off and make him regret his impulsiveness yesterday.
Apparently, this first training session together turned nearly half of Leicester City's main players into 'duds'.
You know, they are always chattering during training, especially Vardy and Mahrez, who always chatter endlessly.
But today...it's as quiet as a chicken.
When Mr. Ranieri came, he obviously noticed that the atmosphere in the locker room today was a little bit wrong. Whether it was Eggsy or the old players, everyone was in an awkward silence.
This made him think a little more, and then he suspected with horror: "Isn't it because he is young... that he was bullied?"
Once this idea came up, Ranieri felt it was more and more possible. However, as the head coach, he could not intervene directly. He just waved to Eggsy at the end of the training match and took out a ticket from his pocket and gave it to him.
"It's Real Madrid vs Manchester United tonight. You can take the express train straight to Manchester in the afternoon and come back in the evening."
Ranieri handed the ball ticket to Eggsy and earnestly told him: "Take a good look, maybe you will find a position that suits you."
Eggsy looked at the ticket in his hand and thanked Ranieri gratefully. He even packed some food in the cafeteria at noon and ran away in a hurry, not knowing that Mr. Ranieri had called all the other players to the locker room for a "love education".
Of course, Eggsy had no idea how Vardy and Mahrez met their end, because he got lost in Manchester United's home stadium, Old Trafford, that afternoon.
This made Eggsy think of some documents about Taotie that he had read yesterday. It was said that this mythical beast would become unlucky when it had no honor and gold.
Now this bad luck may have really come true in the fact that he actually got lost in the stadium.
In fact, the reason why Eggsy got lost cannot be entirely blamed on his bad luck. You can imagine that Old Trafford is an old stadium built in 1910. It has been continuously renovated and expanded until May 26, 2006, when Old Trafford was renovated again.
Many times its internal structure has been modified again and again, with serious overlap between the old and the new. If there is no special guide, it is common to get lost in the entrance passage.
But Eggsy was particularly unlucky today. He didn't pay attention to the guide's instructions and ended up walking into a dead end, going around in circles.
Eggsy also took out his cell phone at this time, but found that the signal was very weak. This time he was really helpless.
Eggsy could only sit in this long corridor, waiting to see if anyone passed by, and he actually did see someone.
A man with semi-long brown hair, wearing a white sportswear and a big hooked nose.
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