Chapter 193 is too tasteless! [Continuous burst of the fourth update, begging for monthly subscription! ]
It's another sunny morning.
Mike Craig arrived at the gym at Carrington training base on time as usual.
In this training base, almost every employee has his own office, and Mike Craig's office is this advanced gym because he is Manchester United's fitness coach.
He was originally the owner of a gym. He trained his two sons to become professional weightlifters and won unanimous praise from the outside world. In order to allow his other two sons to successfully join Manchester United's youth training camp, he chose to come to the Red Devils as a physical fitness coach.
But unfortunately, neither of his two sons seemed to have a good talent for playing football.
As usual, Mike Craig stopped at the window outside the gym.
Through the window, he saw a young player with his upper body naked, sitting on a bicycle. He was pedaling hard and was sweating all over, but his expression was extremely focused and devoted.
Cristiano Ronaldo!
An eighteen-year-old Portuguese boy.
Mike Craig still remembers clearly that it was Ronnie's first day at Manchester United.
Accompanied by club employees, he took a quick walk around the Carrington training base and went straight to the gym.
At that time, the fitness coach was sitting comfortably in the comfortable lounge chair, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window, looking lazy, and Ronnie appeared in front of him in the sunlight.
The Portuguese teenager looked at him with his talking eyes and said in an extremely firm tone: "I want to be the best player in the world, you must help me!"
Mike Craig's first reaction was to laugh.
He joined Manchester United in the year 2000. In this team that gathered the best stars and rookies in the world, there were countless people who said similar things to him, but now they are all gone.
In addition to the gym training required by the coaching staff, which player does not avoid the gym? "Let's get moving!" Mike Craig stood up and said mischievously.
But what he didn't expect was that the Portuguese teenagers completed all the training programs he arranged meticulously and without any compromise. They even felt like they were not satisfied and strongly demanded that the training intensity be increased.
"This is child's play compared to the training I received in Portugal!"
Afterwards, Mike Craig gradually increased the intensity of Ronnie's training, and the Portuguese teenager went from being at ease to struggling, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.
Later, Mike Craig couldn't help asking him why he practiced so hard. Ronnie smiled and showed his white teeth, "Desperate? That's because you haven't seen Su Dong."
"Su Dong? The one who joined Valencia?"
"He is my best friend and also my strongest opponent. He works really hard during training. I didn't come to Manchester United to have fun. I want to be a starter. I want to be the strongest player in the world and beat Su Dong!"
As he said this, Ronnie raised his head like a proud and aggressive rooster.
…
As an 18-year-old young player, Ronnie came to the powerful Manchester United. Although he had the title of Beckham's successor, he was just a rookie after all. Whether in the warm-up match or in the beginning of the Premier League, Ferguson would not let him take the lead and be the main player.
After Beckham left, Manchester United changed their previous style of play, letting Solskjaer appear on the right and Rooney became a substitute.
When playing against Bolton, Ronnie met his former brother-in-law Jardel, but compared with the Brazilian center who started and played the whole game, he only played for 29 minutes and did not contribute anything. He just showed people his dazzling dribbling skills, but in the Premier League, this seemed very flashy.
Premier League fans who advocate speed and confrontation don't like this kind of fancy dribbling. They like simple, direct and rough! But after playing against Bolton, Ronnie received news from Spain.
His best friend Su Dong scored twice and created a penalty in the Citrus Cup against Real Madrid.
Although it was just a warm-up match, it involved Real Madrid and attracted worldwide attention, and Su Dong was also reported by media around the world.
Ronnie stared at the newspaper for a long time without saying anything, and went straight to the gym.
In the next match against Newcastle, Ronnie came on as a substitute again, but this time his playing time was even shorter, only fourteen minutes, and he still made no contribution.
But within two days, he received news again.
In the first leg of the third round of the Champions League qualifiers, in Valencia's home game against Slavia Prague, Sudon scored twice and performed very well, helping Valencia to beat the Czech team 4-0.
After the game, Su Dong was selected as the best player of the game.
This time, Ronnie walked straight into Ferguson's office and took the initiative to ask for more playing time.
But Ferguson responded with one sentence, "Not yet!"
Therefore, the Portuguese teenager could only vent all his anxiety on the equipment in the gym.
Both joined the four major leagues. Ronnie's starting point was higher than Su Dong's. He joined the top club Manchester United, while Su Dong went to the downtrodden Valencia. But in the end, their situations were completely different.
When Su Dong scored against Real Madrid and led Valencia to basically advance to the Champions League group stage, he could only play a supporting role.
How could the proud Ronnie feel? He still called Su Dong to congratulate him and asked for a meal, but he spent more time in the gym.
Arrive at Carrington earlier and leave later.
…
Mike Craig walked into the gym.
Ronnie had just finished his cycling training and came down panting to wipe his sweat.
"Mike, you're five minutes late." Ronnie reminded, pointing to the clock on the wall.
Craig turned his head to look at the clock and smiled at the Portuguese boy. He certainly wouldn't say that he had been standing outside the door for a while.
"You should learn your English well before talking to me."
"I now take three English tutoring classes a week, and simple communication is no problem for me."
Mike Craig laughed and said, "Your spoken English has a strong smell of Atlantic monsoon."
"You British people only speak English." Ronnie retorted.
"Come on, this is Britain, of course we speak English here, your non-standard spoken English will make people laugh."
"Whoever wants to laugh can laugh. I only have one goal, which is to become the best player in the world. I don't care what others think of me. It has nothing to do with me."
Mike Craig shrugged helplessly.
After talking like this a few times, he felt bored.
"Your buddy didn't score this time," said Craig.
Ronnie still looked unhappy, "But he made an assist."
Just last night, Valencia challenged Slavia Prague away and the two sides tied 1-1.
Su Dong did not score this time, but assisted Aimar to score a goal.
4-0 at home, 1-1 away, Valencia advanced to the Champions League group stage with a total score of 5-1.
"Is that kid really only eighteen years old?" Craig was a little unconvinced.
He is tall and strong, and very intimidating on the court. Even the two central defenders of Slavia Prague couldn't stop him, let alone a one-on-one.
"September 13th is his birthday, and he will be 19 years old after that." Ronnie remembered it clearly.
"You said he used to be very thin?"
"Yes, more than two years ago."
"So how did he practice?"
"I told you, he has a personal training team of four people."
"Oh, so you hired a chef, plus me, John and the others, your team will have four people."
Ronnie couldn't help laughing and kicked in the direction of Craig, but he was too far away and couldn't hit anyone.
"The old man promised me that if we were to meet Valencia in the group stage, he would let me play the whole game," Ronnie said expectantly.
There is only one old man he is talking about, and that is Ferguson.
Mike Craig looked at the innocent boy with pitiful eyes. He was hesitating whether to break his unrealistic fantasy.
In the end, he decided to break it because of his bad taste.
It always feels weird for a young man to have fantasies about an old man in his sixties or seventies.
"In fact, as long as Valencia enters the group stage, they will be a top-tier team."
"Huh?" Ronnie didn't understand for a moment.
"The Champions League points are traced back five years. Valencia got enough points in 2000 and 2001. So now, after they enter the group stage, they are the first-tier team, just like us."
Ronnie's face changed and he immediately understood.
According to the Champions League draw, the eight teams in the first tier will be divided into eight different groups and will only meet teams from the other three tiers. At least in the group stage, it is impossible to meet teams from the first tier.
But that damn old man clearly didn’t say that!
Ronnie was very smart. Especially when he saw Craig's hilarious expression, he knew that he had been fooled by that damn old fox.
"Damn it, he's already in his sixties or seventies, and he even fooled his own players!" Ronnie cursed angrily.
"This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last." Craig looked as if he knew it all.
The more Ronnie thought about it, the angrier he became, and the key point was that he had no place to seek justice.
No wonder when he asked to play against Valencia, Ferguson agreed without even a second thought, and was so straightforward.
Fortunately, Ronnie was very touched at that time, thinking that Ferguson understood his feelings. It turned out that the damn old man had already calculated the account clearly and would not fulfill it until the end of February next year at the earliest.
Maybe, we won't even meet Valencia this season! This damn old man, it's ok to fool his opponent, but he even fooled his own people! "Too tasteless!" Ronnie cursed again.
…
At this moment, in an office not far away, an old man with a red nose sneezed loudly for no reason.
"Damn it, who is cursing me behind my back?"
But after frowning and counting on his fingers for a long time, he found that he couldn't count.
He has too many opponents.
"It must be that old bastard Wenger. Only he would do such a tasteless thing!"
"When it comes to cursing, who's afraid of who?"
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