The strongest blade in football

Chapter 41 Dressing Room

Half an hour before training started, the locker room was empty except for Jovanovic.

With earphones in his ears, chewing gum, he was sitting in his place and clipping his nails.

Preto ignored him, but took Wang Nuo to familiarize himself with the layout of the locker room.

The locker room here is more grand than the youth training base. There are spotlights with the lamps facing upwards around the ceiling, shining brightly everywhere.

There is 24-hour hot water in the shower, an ice bath, a sauna, and a massage room with five beds.

Preto helped Wang Nuo find an empty space and asked him to put his backpack there temporarily.

Wang Nuo noticed a name tag above this position: Christian Benteke.

Preto explained, "He is a fellow of the striker Mabokani. He only transferred from Genk in the summer and was loaned out by the team. You can use his cabinet first."

Wang Nuo opened the cabinet door and found that there were still some things inside.

Summer/winter jersey, base layer long-sleeve bodysuit, gloves, it turned out to be a full training set and it was brand new.

"His things are still inside, are you sure there is nothing wrong?" Wang Nuo asked.

"Don't worry, Benteke was loaned out for a year and will not be coming back for the time being. It's a coincidence that he is also a striker, and he left without kicking a game."

Preto took out the jersey, shook it off, took a look, and said, "This is the equipment that was given to him at the time, and he never wore it once."

Preto made a gesture on Wang Nuo, "He is taller and thinner, but he is not much different from your figure. It just so happens that you can take this set, except for the set that the team will give you later."

Wang Nuo did not refuse. He put down his backpack and followed Preto up to the top floor from the building next to him.

Preto leaned on the railing, the fog dissipated a little, and he could overlook the entire training ground more clearly. He introduced the layout and facilities of the club's training ground in detail.

After 10 minutes, when they returned to the locker room, most of them were present.

Preto brought Wang Nuo to the long table in the middle of the locker room, and he clapped his hands to attract everyone's attention.

"Guys, let me introduce you. The great guy next to me is your new teammate. He is from the under-19 youth team. He is an excellent winger."

Preto raised his chin towards Wang Nuo, which meant that you also said a few words to get to know everyone.

"My name is Wang Nuo, Chinese, and I am very happy to play football with you."

Wang Nuo bowed enthusiastically and showed what he thought was the kindest smile. He looked around the whole room, and he knew almost everyone in the locker room.

The puffy head sitting on the far side is Witsel, the best rookie of the 07-08 season.

The burly guy with a beard next to him is Camargo, an attacking midfielder who was selected for the Belgian national team.

The guy next to the dark chocolate is the Senegal international and defender Mohamed Sarr.

Of course, Wang Nuo also saw the fellow of Benteke mentioned by the assistant coach Preto just now, Mabokani from the Congo, the team's main striker.

His net worth is said to be more than 500 million euros.

Wang Nuo withdrew his gaze and thought to himself, any one of these people can basically beat the U19 echelon.

After he introduced himself, his smile lasted for a few seconds, and finally, Yovanovic, who was at the farthest end, took the lead in applauding.

Then the others also squeezed out a polite smile and clapped their hands.

Wang Nuo found that Yovanovitch seemed to have some natural affection for him, but he couldn't figure out why.

In the end, Prieto handed Wang Nuo to the midfielder Witsel, who was taking off his pants and showing half of his buttocks, and explained: "You are about the same age, please take care of Wang Nuo and let him integrate into the team as soon as possible."

"No problem, leave it to me." Witsel lifted his pants and nodded.

Preto told Wang Nuo that he could contact Wang Nuo at any time if he had any questions, and then left.

Normal order was restored in the locker room, everyone was busy with their own business, and no one paid any attention to Wang Nuo.

Witsel was entrusted by others, so he had no choice but to have a brief chat with Wang Nuo.

Witsel asked Wang Nuo if Chinese people are very rich now, and wondered why luxury stores were crowded with Chinese tourists.

"Aren't you affected by the financial crisis? The Chinese are in droves, and it seems like they want to buy a street every time."

Wang Nuo laughed, "If you have a chance, you can go to China and see."

Witsel seemed to be somewhat interested in the mysterious oriental country, but he still shook his head, "That will have to wait until I earn enough money."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and started a pleasant chat with others.

Wang Nuo was a little bored in the next few minutes. It was difficult for him to participate in other people's topics on the first day. The content of everyone's discussion was completely different from the echelon.

And the vast majority of people are not interested in newcomers, Wang Nuo is just a nobody to them.

But Wang Nuo didn't care. He knew that he was in a new group. Yovanovitch's words were not harsh, and the incompetent people were indeed excluded here.

Wang Nuo felt that one more sentence could be added, here the unknown people are also excluded.

No one wants to waste time on him until he proves himself.

Winning respect must rely on strength, and Wang Nuo can't wait to show himself in front of these guys.

After a while, fitness coach Goblet came.

He knocked on the door, which means that the training time is up, and let everyone hurry up and come out of the locker room.

Training is about to begin.

Wang Nuo is also a bachelor, because what he brought in the morning was the training uniform issued by U19 at that time, which was different from the style of the first team, so he simply changed into the equipment left by Benteke.

It was surprisingly suitable.

I don't know when the equipment promised by Preto will be delivered to the hands. Wang Nuo doesn't know the equipment manager of the first team at all.

After a while, everyone stood on the training ground.

Boloni also came, wearing a thick down jacket and a black scarf favored only by older Belgians.

Surrounded by assistant coach Preto, fitness coaches Goblet and Namr, and goalkeeper coach Leikant, he is like a star.

Boloni saw Wang Nuo standing at the end of the line, but he didn't say hello, his eyes swept over everyone.

After several seconds, he still didn't speak.

Wang Nuo had heard it a long time ago that every good coach is a master of psychology and knows how to control people's hearts. Boloni didn't speak, but the noisy team at the beginning became quiet.

Boloni seemed to have magical powers, and Wang Nuo could even feel the air around him start to tremble.

"I don't want to repeat what I said at the Emirates Stadium."

The Romanian finally spoke, his voice was cold.

"I gave everyone a day to reflect. What I hope to see is your brand-new look and eyes eager to win again."

"You've been so lazy lately, your performance sucks!"

"Don't think that your position is safe because the camp is full of wounded soldiers. I can find a hundred good replacements from other places."

After Boloni finished speaking, Wang Nuo suddenly noticed that several teammates turned their heads to look at him.

I am not a substitute, I am myself, Wang Nuo murmured in his heart.

"Today's training, whoever doesn't want to put in 100% should get out as soon as possible. Standard Liege doesn't need stinky shit. Do you understand?"

Boloni's voice was not loud, but he really didn't give everyone a little bit of face.

"I don't want to say more than that, let's start."

Wang Nuo did not expect that the gentle-looking coach Boloni would go mad from the very beginning, which is completely different from Witt Ante's style.

But no matter what, Wang Nuo's first training in the first team began like this.

(End of this chapter)