Invincible Haaland at the start

Chapter 66 Come on, race!

Arsenal held a grand championship parade.

Before the Champions League final against Barcelona in 2006, Arsenal actually planned the driving route for the post-match parade and celebration in advance, and also erected traffic control signs. Of course, it was a joke in the end.

Fortunately, this tragedy did not repeat itself.

The float started from the Emirates Stadium and paraded along the streets around North London. More than 30 gun fans gathered on both sides of the street to celebrate the first intercontinental top honor in the history of the team.

In such an exciting scene, the players must have something to say.

Vice-captain Mertesacker was particularly passionate, and his loud chorus with the fans pushed the parade to its first climax.

The voice of "I was a gunman all my life until I died" spread throughout the streets and alleys of London, making Tottenham fans want to take to the streets to chop people.

But their humiliation was not over yet.

When the microphone was passed to Little Threat, this guy kept making fun of them.

"Prince Wei" shouted: "What do you think of Tottenham?"

The fans below immediately responded with a loud voice, "Shit!"

Wilsh yelled again, "What do you think about shit?"

Gun fans immediately replied in unison: "Tottenham!"

Wilshere nodded in satisfaction, and then handed the microphone to Lin Yun.

Lin Yun is a big scene player on the court, but he can't let it go here, so he can only shout in a more regular manner: "Tell me, the champion of the Champions League is..."

"Arsenal!"

The fans below responded frantically, but his teammates cast contemptuous glances at him.

No pretense.

Wilshere suddenly snatched the microphone back, then supported Lin Yun's shoulder with one hand, held the microphone with the other hand, and shouted to the audience, "Tell me, who is the best striker in England?"

"Forest!"

"Who's the best striker in Europe?"

"Forest!"

"Who's the best striker in the world?"

"Lin! Lin! Lin!"

"Hahaha!" Wilshere patted Lin Yun's shoulder, "Did you hear me, buddy, this is a celebration!"

Walcott also shook his shoulders excitedly, "Remember, we are the champions, and you are the Champions League Golden Boot! Be crazy! Be arrogant! Now is not the time to be humble!"

Lin Yun turned his head, "Are you sure you want me to be crazy?"

"Of course," Walcott said, "don't you know how crazy you are? 15 goals! The Champions League scoring record in a single season! If it were me, I would be so fucking floating!"

"Okay," Lin Yun nodded, "See you on the runway tomorrow."

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"I feel that my speed has become faster recently, but I don't know if it is an illusion. I need you to verify it for me."

Speaking of this, Walcott got excited, "Brother, I just want to make you crazy, not make you wish."

The others booed immediately.

"Must go! This time I support Lin!"

"One hundred euros, I support Lin too!"

"Fuck, it's popular to buy unpopular ones, right? Then I'll follow a hundred too."

"One hundred euros is still money, I'd better buy them and run to a tie."

"...A tie? This is definitely the worst time Theo has been hacked."

There are tens of thousands of green horses, and Great Britain accounts for half of them.

Walcott can stand out among a group of sprinters in the Premier League and turn his speed into one of his most prominent labels, which is definitely the top level in the world.

Looking at the entire football world, Bell and Robben are the only ones who can challenge Walcott in terms of speed, right?
In the Arsenal team, Lin Yun's speed is recognized as the second fastest, only a line slower than Walcott, but the key is that this guy is still growing, and no one knows if he has really secretly improved. Some.

As a result, several people who were too idle became interested, and made an appointment to help them be referees tomorrow.

But the fact is that no one can get up the next day.

The whole fucking became a drunk cat.

Except for Lin Yun, he still used the pretext of being a minor and hadn't even touched a drop of alcohol.

So Lin Yun could only leave the hotel by himself the next day and came to the training base.

His current mood is like when his mother just bought a small umbrella for him when he was a child, and then he was excitedly looking forward to the rain. As soon as he arrived at the base, he couldn't wait to change his equipment and came to the training ground.

Undoubtedly, Flying Fast is a speed talent, and according to the system, it is one level higher than the fast horse.

Without a reference, Lin Yun could only feel it by himself.

I don't know if it's the psychological effect or the improvement is really so obvious. Anyway, when he started running, he felt that he was indeed much faster.

The feeling as if driving away thunder and chasing the moon with the virtual wind is simply refreshing.

He didn't know that just as he changed into his training uniform, the uncrowned kings of Fleet Street were already planning to send him another wave of trending searches.

But even this group of well-informed British journalists is still a little confused.

Looking at the photo of Lin Yun entering the Kearney training base captured by the paparazzi, they couldn't come to their senses for a long time.

Even if you are just a primary school student, after a semester of hard study, you should reward yourself with a few days off when the holidays come, right?
What about Lin Yun?
On the third day after winning the Champions League, I resumed training by myself.

If he doesn't succeed, who succeeds?
"Send it! Send it right away! I want Quan Ying, no, the whole world to know that his success is not accidental!"

"Let those guys who are almost lazy to become pigs see how the best striker in the world is trained."

"This...isn't it for a show? I always feel that this kid is quite good at acting."

"Convinced! Talent is higher than everyone else, and she works harder than everyone else. She doesn't intend to give others a chance to survive."

Ever since, when the fans turned on the news in a daze, they found themselves swiped by Lin Yun again.

This buddy is now standing on the forefront of the entire football world, and it should be on the hot search, but everyone thought that the news report was about some jokes he made at the celebration party, but what they didn't expect to see was A short inspirational essay.

""Genius comes from self-discipline": On the third day of winning the championship, at 8:30 in the morning, when his teammates were still hugging their medals and hugging beautiful women, Lin had stepped into Cole as usual. To him, winning the Champions League seems to be just a simple test, just a simple disruption of his life rhythm..."

"How to Become a Champion": The young Lin taught everyone a good lesson, but I still want to persuade him that he really doesn't need to work so hard, and I don't know that his training is unscientific. I just know that what he should do now is to enjoy his vacation..."

Not to mention other people, even Lin Ming and Isabella were dumbfounded when they saw the news.

What kind of virtue do you not know about yourself?

self-discipline?There must be, and it is indeed much more worry-free than many brats, but you have to say that self-discipline is to such a degree... Anyway, they don't believe it.

Others could only make guesses and compliments, but they flew over with just one phone call.

"Sweetheart, have you been hit by something? The confession was rejected?"

"..." Lin Yun already knew that something had happened, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "No, I just feel that I haven't done enough!"

"...Then what do you think should be enough?"

Lin Yun quickly entered the scene, "Well, I feel like I can score 20 goals, but you know, I missed too many opportunities..."

"I don't know how Wenger taught you, but I know that what you need to do most now is to take a good rest. We will ask for leave now. Think about where you should go, um, how about Switzerland?"

"You decide," Lin Yun thought for a while, "but I want to see the sea."

"Okay, then choose one of Hawaii and the Maldives, or do you have a better choice?"

"Listen to you," Lin Yun said, "but I won't be able to leave until the day after tomorrow."

The reason why it was pushed back a day was naturally to try the knife with Walcott.

It wasn't until Lin Yun called again to make an appointment for a fight that Walcott was sure that this kid was real, so he gladly accepted the challenge.

The staff at the Kearney training base thought they had made a mistake.

The team is obviously on vacation, what are these guys still doing here?Extra practice?Is it all rolled up to this level now?

With three points of curiosity, three points of suspicion and one point of gossip, everyone followed to the training ground.

The so-called speed on the football field is of course not a simple 20-meter race, but the starting speed, absolute speed, acceleration, speed without the ball, speed with the ball, and running in a straight line within a distance of ten meters, 30 meters, 50 meters, [-] meters, etc. Speed, arc running speed, speed around obstacles, etc.

Of course, it is impossible for Lin Yun and Walcott to come all the way, so they agreed to only run five rounds of 20-meter switchbacks and one round of 50-meter straight runs.

Wilshere was holding his watch, with a whistle in his mouth, and was slurring his password.

"Everyone, one, two, three...beep!"

When the whistle sounded, Lin Yun and Walcott ejected and started the first round of competition.

"come on!"

"Hurry up, he's catching up!"

"Ouch? Did you really catch up?"

In the first round, it was almost a draw.

In the second round, Lin Yun seemed to be half a body behind, but he caught up immediately.

In the third round, the onlookers suddenly stopped cheering.

Because Lin Yun and Walcott are evenly matched...

The fourth round was still tied.

In the fifth round, Lin Yun touched the line first with the length of his hands.

The entire Kearney training ground was silent.

Everyone looked at Walcott and then at Lin Yun, wondering whether the former had regressed or the latter had really improved.

Walcott has begun to doubt life.

"...I drank too much alcohol these two days...I was overdrawn too much last night...I'm really tired during this time..." The little tiger tried to find an excuse for himself, and then he couldn't take a rest, hurried He quickly pulled Lin Yun onto the 50-meter runway.

The result this time is quite obvious, and the two are almost evenly divided throughout the whole process.

Walcott refused to accept it and proposed to run with the ball.

This time he lost a bit completely.

Is it a joke to be born with a sense of the ball...

(End of this chapter)