The strongest blade in football

Chapter 16 A More Professional Way
"Guys, I don't know what to say, just now you..."

As soon as Wang Nuo opened his mouth, he unexpectedly found that his throat was a little tight and his nose started to sore. He was afraid that if he said one more word, tears would come down.

This made Wang Nuo panic, unexpected.

Wang Nuo has not cried for several years, including when her parents divorced.

He watched the whole process calmly, waved goodbye to his mother, and hugged his father.

He always thought that he had already grown up, and he had grown into a man who bleeds but does not shed tears.

Wang Nuo didn't expect that he was so useless at all. This emotion came too suddenly and spread without preparation.

Wang Nuo frowned, trying to hide the tears swirling in his eyes, and bit his upper lip hard with his teeth, trying to restrain the urge to cry with pain.

He wants to fully express his thoughts and thanks, instead of swallowing half of what he says now.

"I'm sorry everyone, I have hurt everyone, you were all because of me just now..."

Wang Nuo was about to continue talking.

At this moment, several teammates including Iser, Lebia and Langte stood up one after another.

They walked up to Wang Nuo, surrounded Wang Nuo in the center, and Iser put his arms around Wang Nuo's shoulders.

"Don't think so! Man! We just did what we were supposed to do! That bastard went too far!"

Several people agreed and patted Wang Nuo to express their relief.

"I don't like them for a long time, fuck/his dog/mother/raised Cologne team!"

I don't know who started it first, and cursed fiercely.

The swear word was like a spark in the dry grass, igniting the mood in the locker room.

"Yes, a bunch of rude idiots!"

Cargill also held back his anger during the conflict just now, and continued to curse angrily.

Others in the locker room were infected, and they began to echo and curse loudly, venting their unhappiness on the court.

All kinds of "greetings" shot out from the mouths of the teammates.

Wang Nuo was hugged in the middle, and he could feel that his teammates were on stimulants, and the crowd was furious.

Even a few teammates who usually have less contact with each other joined in.

"Got to give them some color! Don't you!"

They vented loudly, waving their arms and throwing jerseys everywhere.

Wang Nuo was surrounded by everyone, which made him feel that everyone was fighting against each other.

"Guys, I have played football for so many years and stayed in many teams, but I have never been cared about by my teammates like this today. Thank you for standing up for me! Guys!"

After the teammates heard it, they all patted Wang Nuo on the head with their hands. This kind of intimate gesture expressed their approval in their hearts. Wang Nuo felt that he was almost submerged in the palm of his hand.

"We are a team. Anyone who dares to provoke any of us will never be lightly forgiven. We are not only teammates, but also brothers!"

Iser shouted loudly, coupled with the blood on his face, he carried a sturdy breath.

"That's right! We are not only teammates, we are also comrades-in-arms!" Someone immediately echoed.

"we are brothers!"

The uneasiness and regret that still shrouded the hearts of the players just now were quickly covered up by a strange sense of collective belonging.

The young boys put their arms around each other's shoulders and formed a circle. Without anyone's encouragement, everyone sang the team's anthem loudly at the same time.

The momentum was even stronger than before the start of the game.

"Liege, oh - Liege, oh oh oh - Liege, Liege, oh - Liege, oh oh oh - Liege."

"We have gone through all the twists and turns, we have lost our way countless times, but our faith supports us to persevere, we fight bloody battles, we are fearless—"

"Liege, the great, the great, the invincible Liege!"

Vetteant was standing outside the locker room talking on the phone with the club's executives, and the team's executive vice president Kevin was on the other end of the phone.

This kind of warm-up match is basically in charge of by Vette Ante, but if something goes wrong, it must be reported in detail.

At this moment, he suddenly heard the loud and neat team song from the locker room behind him.

Even Kevin on the phone heard, "What's that sound? Are you singing?"

Vetteant also couldn't figure out the situation, so he had to deal with it for a few words, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

These bastards!
Vetteant pushed open the door of the locker room, and saw that the disciples were in a completely different state from what he expected.

Instead of sitting dejectedly waiting for the club to punish them, they put their arms around their shoulders and sang cheerfully in the locker room, as if they had just won a game.

"Wow, is everyone having a party? Am I in the wrong room?"

With the arrival of Vetteante, the singing in the locker room stopped abruptly, and the players who were intoxicated in the sense of collective belonging were pulled back to reality in an instant.

They quickly and quietly returned to their seats.

Even the injured Wang Nuo jumped on one leg and sat back.

Vetteant walked slowly in front of everyone, without saying a word, his eyes swept over everyone.

However, no one was willing to look into his eyes, and everyone dodged to avoid Wittant's gaze, or simply buried their heads deeply.

"You haven't answered my question yet. Is there a party here? Am I in the wrong room?"

Witt asked again.

No one answered, everyone is not a fool, and no one wants to be singled out.

Just now before Vetten left the locker room, he was not what he is now. He even broke the door when he left.

"It seems that I didn't go to the wrong room. This should be the locker room of the Standard Liege U19 team."

"But which team is Standard Liege U19?"

Vetteant looked confused. He walked from one end of the locker room to the other and back from the other end, as if remembering it for a long time.

"Oh, come to think of it, that's the team that likes to make trouble on the court."

"That awful team of savage savages without sanity!"

"Are you one of those rough-and-tumble teams? Huh?"

Vetteant's tone turned cold suddenly, and he asked.

No one answered the coach's questions, and the expressions on everyone's faces were not very good-looking.

"The team took you from Belgium to Germany, sitting in a luxury bus, staying in a comfortable hotel, eating healthy and delicious meals, Cologne, Frankfurt, and even a day of free time... The budget for this trip is three Wanou!"

"So the club did all this, for what? To make you cause trouble on the pitch and get in the newspapers?"

Witt Ante shook his head, unbuttoned his shirt, his chest heaved, and he looked really angry.

"Wang Nuo was fouled maliciously, that guy deserves a beating for his actions!"

Issel suddenly stood up, which surprised everyone.

Langt tried desperately to pull Iser's sleeve, but Iser was unmoved.

He looked firmly into Witteant's eyes, not afraid at all, "And their players even provoked our Belgian teammates before the game!"

"Very well, that's why you blatantly took revenge on the court?" Witt Ante's voice was colder than before.

"I was wrong, I apologize for what I did." Issel said seriously, "but I don't regret it."

Even in the World Cup, Zizou used a head hammer to teach Materazzi a lesson because he insulted his sister.

And no one would think that it was Zizou's problem, but the clown became Materazzi.

Although Issel is not a North African immigrant, as a Frenchman, he even played in the Marseille echelon, so Zizou has been his idol since he was a child.

To some extent, his head hammer today is a tribute to idols.

"Very good." Vetten nodded expressionlessly, "Then do you accept punishment for your irrationality?"

"I accept." Issel replied without hesitation.

"And you." Witt Ante looked at all the people who had made a move on the field, "Do you accept it too?"

Players such as Ronte and Lebia responded in the same way, "We accept the punishment, and we apologize for today's behavior, but as Issel said, we have no regrets."

"Mr. Vettante," Wang Nuo also stood up, "If you want to punish, please punish me too!"

"They're all for me, and if they get punished by the team and I don't have anything, I feel pain and upset."

Vetteant fell silent, and he looked at all the players one by one with a strange look.

After a long time, Witteant suddenly laughed, looking very happy.

"Very good, your performance is very good, I am very satisfied with your answers, this is our standard Liege player!"

"Remember, you are a team and a group. Whoever messes with you must make him pay the price."

Vetteant changed his cold attitude just now, and waved his fists fiercely in front of him, as if trying to knock down some non-existent opponent.

"But do! Remember, you will be professional players in the future, and you must use a more professional way next time!"

"Beat them on the pitch, with goals! Not fists!"

(End of this chapter)