A sliding tackle at the beginning, I am a star in Great Britain

Chapter 199 Returning to the team, the old man has nothing to say!Who is this fat man?

2012. 9, 12

Wang Shen ended his one-month vacation.

When he showed up at the Carrington training base.

Albert Morgan, the jersey manager, looked at him with deep eyes.

Those deep eyes seem to say:

Child, you are fat!

And Wang Shen looked at the other party innocently, his ignorant and stupid eyes seemed to ask:

I, am I hopeless?

"I'll get you a new jersey, but until then..."

Albert Morgan pulled out a jersey with the number 10 printed on the back and threw it to Wang Shen.

"Put this on first!"

"This is Rooney's jersey, Albert, you don't want two Rooneys on the training ground, do you?"

Wang Shen took the jersey and looked at Rooney's name on it.

"I really don't want to see that scene, king, but do you have a better way?"

Faced with Albert's questioning, Wang Shen could only put on his jersey silently.

Although it is a bit big, it is better than my own.

The jersey that used to be just right is now worn on the body, as stiff as a child who has done something wrong.

And when he finished the morning training, he waited until his teammates came to the training ground.

It is inevitable to be ridiculed by everyone.

"There are two Rooney on the pitch today?"

"Yes, and they are all unusually strong."

"But the shorter one is puffiness, puffiness!"

Wang Shen, who was teased by his teammates, was not angry, but his brows and eyes were full of helplessness.

He really experienced this for the first time, and he said he was really innocent.

He will definitely control his weight until next season.

But before that...

Wang Shen started energy storage training at the request of his fitness coach, which was also his weight loss training.

Throughout the day, he had no chance to practice with his teammates.

However, Sir Alex Ferguson still gave him some playing time in the team match the next day.

That is, in this short 5 minutes of playing time, all teammates were surprised by him.

The speed is not reduced, and the confrontation is stronger.

Although the technology doesn't look as good as before because of the deformation of the body.

But with this speed and confrontation, coupled with a slightly attenuated technique, Manchester United's defense collectively surrendered.

"It's too bad for you to step on a horse. This is football, not basketball."

Facing Wang Shen, who rushed into the penalty area and hit his back, Ferdinand said he was in pain.

Facing the impact of Wang Shen's small steel cannon, Lao Lao's body seemed to be falling apart at any time.

Wang Shen got fat.

But his attribute is still that attribute.

The strength of 87 is strong enough, plus the blessing of weight.

Good guy!
That is to say, the iron + young Jones is willing to pester him, and the older guards avoid him.

No one wants to get injured in a scrim, right?

But Wang Shen, relying on his high anti-injury attributes and his weight advantage, is quite unhuman in his playing style.

Things that can be solved with the body absolutely do not require technology.

A brain is a nice thing, but he really doesn't want to use it.

He has never experienced this kind of pleasure of pushing people around with his fat buttocks in the midst of the wind and lightning.

The only thing that bothered him.

It is the sudden increase in weight that makes him feel a little uncomfortable when doing technical movements.

It feels like suddenly wearing thick and heavy clothes to play football, and it is difficult to adjust in a short time.

But if there is no technology, there is no technology. Don't we have a body?

If anyone dares to show his teeth to us again, we will let him know what a dragonborn tank is.

Don't say it yet.

He quite likes the nickname Little Tank.

However, Sir Alex Ferguson, who originally wanted to watch the excitement on the sidelines, kept rolling his eyes.

He let Wang Shen play because he wanted him to feel the gap between himself and his teammates.

In this way, he realized that the offseason should not be too indulgent.

This was a very meaningful education, but in the end he had nothing to say.

What's wrong with being fat?
Did you delay me from playing football?
He could imagine what kind of answer he would get if he educated Wang Shen according to the plan.

And Perrin beside him said something that left him speechless even more.

"I think it's good to have the king just fat, the impact combined with Wayne Rooney.

"Good guy, who can stop the Premier League?"

What Perrin said is right, the cooperation between Wang Shen and Rooney is indeed very good.

Two extremely impactful frontcourt players can overwhelm the opposing defense in minutes.

But the problem is.

Wang Shen is carrying this body of fat, can his body hold up?
A day or two is fine, but a long time is definitely not enough.

So Sir Alex Ferguson rejected his proposal without hesitation, and asked the physical coach to increase training.

He didn't want to lay a minefield for Wang Shen's future.

The young man's bones haven't grown well yet, so he can't hurt the root.

And when the physical training was increased again, the physical fitness of 90 was really unbearable.

"Coach, if I continue to train like this, can I still participate in the competition?"

The match Wang Shen mentioned was against Wigan Athletic on the 15th.

Facing Wang Shen's question, Sir Ferguson gave him an annoyed look.

"It's all like this, do you still want to compete?"

"But I played well, boss.

"I can play, look at my speed, look at my impact..."

As expected by Sir Alex Ferguson, Wang Shen began to show off his abilities.

But all he got was the back of the old man's head.

However, after this exchange, Sir Alex still put him on the squad against Wigan Athletic.

But not the first.

Wang Shen can completely accept this, as long as he can play.

Anyway, points will not be reduced because of playing time.

After the second game of the European Cup, he accumulated enough points to get a point lottery ticket.

Points have also been credited to the account for the next few games, and now 9 points have been accumulated.

It's just that the points for getting the lottery ticket again become 40, and at least 11 more games are needed.

It's a pity that points are not awarded for the Olympic men's football games, otherwise there will be another superstar in 6 games.

However, 11 games are acceptable, and it will be enough in less than half a season.

At that time, he will have another superstar skill...

With such good wishes, Wang Shen stepped into Old Trafford on September 9th.

Then, he saw the empty fan seats.

No, am I so unpopular now?
The expected cheers did not happen at all, although the sparse fans gave him applause.

But there are too few of them.

Also, what happened to the one holding the small flag, you are not here to travel, are you?
Not to mention, there are only a few thousand people, and most of them are fans who come to travel.

Local fans really don't come.

All local fan groups have agreed that they will not watch any Manchester United home games.

Away can.

After all, the players need more support when away from home.

And because these fans didn't come, they saw Wang Shen's close-up shots.

No!

I'm asking on behalf of the fans.

Who is that fat man standing in a daze beside the court?

Looking at Wang Shen in the picture, many fans thought so.

Martin Taylor rubbed his eyes for a long time before he was sure that this little fat man was Wang Shen.

One month!
It's only been a month!
Wang Shen, how did you do it?
Martin Taylor sent a soul torture to Wang Shen, but it was a pity that Wang Shen couldn't hear this question.

But if he heard it, he could really give an answer.

Go to Dragon Kingdom!

When you go, you will know why!

(End of this chapter)