Chapter 88: War Clouds (1)

There were only a dozen people on the first-team training ground today. Although head coach Dave Jones was very angry about this, he had to arrange for the remaining players to move freely. After all, he was the one who treated the players yesterday. Could he blame himself?

Originally, he wanted to conduct tactical training today, to strengthen the team's coordination through new tactics, and then conduct some local tactical drills in the next few days. Maybe he could create miracles again at Highbury Stadium next week! However, in this case, he can only start again tomorrow.

Since the team has won consecutive games in the Premier League, Dave Jones has paid more attention to the team's tactical training. No coach would be willing to rely on luck to play in the Premier League. The team simply did not have the conditions before.

Previously, the dismal results in the league made Dave in a very bad mood, so he had no time to calmly think about the team's future tactical planning.

But it's different now. Wolverhampton's relegation situation is very good, and it can even be said to be worry-free. The third from the bottom in the league is 10 points behind the team, which is almost impossible for a relegation team to catch up. So now Dave Jones is not afraid of losing. He is more planning for next season.

He knew that his "three strikers" strategy was not mature, and the main role played by this outstanding black-haired boy. However, Wang Li might not be in Wolverhampton next season. Where could he find such an outstanding striker? It was impossible for Wolverhampton to spend tens of millions of pounds to buy a star player for his strategy.

So, from now on, he has to be prepared!

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Meanwhile, Wang Li and Peter, who were familiar with the first-team players, were bragging and chatting on the sidelines of the training ground. They would never spend such free time on the training ground. Rather than being free to do anything, they were actually allowed to rest as they pleased, except that they could not leave the club.

"Alan, I didn't expect your private life to be so decadent!" Miller, who was sitting next to him, was holding a newspaper in his hand, reading the contents carefully, and said with emotion.

Wang Li, who was lying on the grass with his eyes slightly squinted and bathed in the gaze, sat up immediately after hearing this, then snatched the newspaper from Miller's hand, and the big words "Wolverhampton Tabloid" came into his sight.

"Tonight, I belong to Allen Wang!"

"On this romantic Christmas night, Alan is with me!"

"Alan, you ruthlessly abandoned me!"

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Wang Li looked at the contents of the newspaper with a frown on his face. Fifty percent of the content of the newspaper was about him, and most of them were fabricated stories.

Miller smiled and leaned forward to block the line of sight between Wang Li and the newspaper. "Alan, don't take it too seriously. Tabloids rely on headlines like this to attract readers. In fact, everyone knows that the things they report are basically all false. They are just for fun."

Wang Li grinned and nodded. He finally felt the power of the English media, and also felt the English people's "gossip" spirit...

At Arsenal Club, in the head coach's office, Wenger was staring at the tactical board with a frown on his face.

Before, he didn't take this game seriously at all. Arsenal has always aimed to win the championship, while the opponent aims to avoid relegation. The two teams are not comparable at all. But Wolverhampton tied Manchester United away from home, so he couldn't help but take it seriously. He didn't want to repeat Ferguson's mistakes. In the current Premier League championship situation, Arsenal and Manchester United are on par with each other, and now there is only a 1-point difference. No matter what, this game must be won!

In the game, this kid named Alan Wang was really outstanding. After watching the videos of Wolverhampton's recent games, he even felt that this kid was no worse than Henry!

"That's impossible, his ability is only about the same as Fabregas!" Wenger quickly drove this shocking thought out of his mind, picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and regained his composure. Wenger has developed a habit of drinking tea since he started coaching the Japanese national team. He consulted a lot of information and learned that this soothing drink originated from ancient China, which is really mysterious. It is said that this 17-year-old black-haired boy is half Chinese.

However, he thought of the level of the Chinese football team and laughed out loud, "Alan Wang's Chinese ancestry may hinder his football career. The football level of those football deserts has never been very good." He thought secretly.

Wenger, in a cheerful mood, continued to look at the tactical board, his brows relaxed, and he smiled slightly, "It's just his outstanding personal ability. I really care too much about it. With Arsenal's strength, are they still afraid of a 17-year-old so-called rising star?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Wenger put down the teacup in his hand and ordered, "Come in!".

Fabregas walked in from outside, with a hesitant look on his face and uncertain steps. He walked to Wenger's desk, lowered his head and opened his mouth but could not say anything.

Wenger looked at his disciple with a smile. Fabregas was the young man he was most optimistic about now. In his heart, he was at least better than Reyes who was brought in for 17.5 million pounds this season. Although he didn't know what happened to him, the young Spanish player never caused trouble. He had almost no bad habits of a professional player, which satisfied him very much.

"Is there anything wrong?" Wenger asked with concern.

Fabregas seemed to have something difficult to say. He hesitated for a long time before slowly saying, "Boss, I want to play in the next game. I will try my best."

After hearing this, Wenger was stunned for a moment, then he realized that it seemed that this young man was also influenced by the media. To him, Alan Wang was really a good opponent.

"But he's still no match for that kid!" Wenger stared at Fabregas's expression and thought to himself.

After watching the Wolverhampton match video, he knew that Wang Li's personal ability and game experience were far superior to Fabregas. Although he was more optimistic about the young man's potential, there was indeed a gap in their current strength, and he would not deny it. He would never deceive himself with lies, because that would not make him a world-class coach.

"I'll think about it, you continue with your training." After careful consideration, Wenger still gave Fabregas an uncertain answer, but since these words came out of his mouth, he was 80% sure.

"Thank you, boss!" Fabregas was very happy after hearing Wenger's words, so he immediately ran out happily.

At the Hall Tavern in London, he and Wang Li had made an appointment to fight it out on the field! For this agreement, he had to play in the match that day. This was related to the promise between men. For a man who kept his word, a promise was often worth a thousand gold. If possible, he would never break the promise, even if he had to bow to the head coach!

Moreover, he has always wanted to truly see Wang Li's strength. These talented young people all have a competitive heart!

"No matter what, I will be the winner!" Until now, Fabregas still remembers that determined face. From childhood to adulthood, it was the first time that a peer was so arrogant in front of him. He was determined to prove on the court that he would be the ultimate winner!