196. This dog food is not delicious
Rejecting Messi's invitation undoubtedly brought him a lot of attention, but after returning to Amsterdam, he missed the team's first training session. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ο½iqugeγ ο½ο½fo
Before he stepped off the plane, his body showed severe symptoms of dehydration and he collapsed straight into Suarez's arms.
This scared the whole team coach and teammates stupid.
The club's president, John Jack, sent an ambulance directly through his connections with the Dutch police to send the team's vice-captain to the Royal Dutch Academy of Medicine.
Police cars were opened all the way along the way, and the main intersection leading to the hospital was urgently closed to ensure that Longshute could be sent to the hospital for treatment at the first time.
Doctors and nurses sharpened their knives in the emergency room, and as soon as Ronshit was pushed in, he received unhindered bridging treatment.
Under such an unexpected event, Barcelona's invitation has long been overshadowed.
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Lying on the hospital bed, Long Shute knew better than anyone that this was the price of physical exhaustion.
Van Basten has made it clear to him that he will not be included in the squad for Ajax's 30th league game in three days' time.
With fewer than five defeats in this game, Ajax will successfully defend their league title, such a game...... As the vice-captain, he had to be absent.
Since he had no family, the club hired a nurse to take care of him in the hospital.
Although Ronshit vaguely asked for a young, beautiful, bulging blonde girl, Van Basten and Bergkamp only heard one last request - they found him a blonde aunt whose sons were all older than Lonshit......
Of course, the 21-year-old Chinese teenager and a fifty-year-old aunt have no common language, even if she wears a white nurse's uniform, it will not make the young and vigorous Long Shute's heartbeat speed up by 0.01 times, which is indeed a great help for him to recuperate.
Three days later, on 10 April, Ronshette was lying in a hospital bed watching Ajax's 2-0 win over Graafschap with a rotational line-up.
"Congratulations to Ajax for winning the 2010-2011 Dutch Bundesliga four rounds ahead of schedule!"
The announcer excitedly announced the team's title defence to more than 40,000 home stadiums, and the Amsterdam Arena cheered.
Huge fireworks erupted from every corner of the stadium, and the entire stadium was shrouded in a faint cloud of smoke and gold and silver foil.
From the TV screen, Ronshette saw manager Van Basten being tossed high by the players and then sprayed all over his face with a burst of champagne.
The white swan, who has always cared about his personal image, is like a chicken in soup, and Bergkamp, who is worried about damaging the fish in the pond because of his rising hairline, slips away at the beginning of the celebration.
At the end of the celebration, the Ajax players returned to the pitch after a brief wash, their champagne-soaked jerseys replaced by another clean one.
Each of them has exactly the same jersey number and the name on the back.
Number 8.
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Long Shute, who was lying on the bed, didn't appreciate it, he sneered:
"Lao Tzu is not dead, why do you want to commemorate me?!"
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Of course he didn't die, and the mild dehydration only gave him four days off.
While the Ajax players were still discussing visiting him in hospital, he was already present at the club's training base.
"Hi, Tony!"
As usual, when Lonshette arrived at the future training base, veteran janitor Tony McMallaman had just opened the doors to the base.
Seeing his arrival, the die-hard fan who has guarded Ajax for more than ten years was full of surprise: "Is your condition better? Will you be able to play in next week's Champions League? β
"Of course, I'm resting for this game." Long Shute patted his chest and gave the doorman a reassurance.
McMallaman took out a signature book from his office and handed it to him along with a pen: "Can you sign a few names for me?" My little grandson is now a big fan of yours! You sign a few more, and he's going to show off to the neighborhood kids! β
Long Shute took it with a smile, and signed his English name more than a dozen times in a row, and then returned it to the other party: "If you have time to take him to see our daily training, just say that this is my invitation." β
"Since you're so enthusiastic, you're welcome," old Tony took out his phone from his pocket and clumsily pressed down the number, "Honey, your idol has resumed training, come over quickly!" He's going to give you a little gift! β
Long Shute rolled his eyes:
When did I say I was going to give a gift?!
Don't be too aggressive, you old man!
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When Lonshette returned to the training ground after half an hour of recovery training in the gym and practiced juggling, Suarez arrived at the training base for the second time.
"How's your recovery?" Luo Yasu hurriedly came up and asked with a concerned face.
With a shake of his ankle, the soccer ball, which was flying up and down, swooped between his legs.
Then Suarez saw a white shadow pass past him......
"Okay, well, I know that your speed is the fastest in the world, don't show it off in front of me!"
Su Xiaoya, who knew that he couldn't catch up, shouted behind him: "Be careful, you are tired when you wait for formal training!" β
"I'm the man who froze Messi and asked him to take the initiative to invite, you have to respect me more in the future!"
Long Shute smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
Although he knew that he was joking, the Uruguayans didn't want to see him so arrogant, so they opened their mouths wide and bit him on the arm.
Long Shute suddenly shuddered, and fell straight on the turf as if he had been electrocuted.
Since he didn't let go, Bucktooth Su was also dragged down, and the two of them rolled together on the training ground, like two children fighting.
"You ...... What are you playing? β
Van Basten's voice rang out from not far away.
There were still a lot of footsteps around him, and other coaches and players also rushed over one after another
"Are you practicing fake falls?"
Bergkamp laughed.
"No, they may have fallen in love with the same woman and are now about to duel."
Fanckip said it seriously, causing everyone to laugh.
Ronshit and Suarez hurriedly climbed up on their hands and feet.
Suarez rubbed his rabbit teeth and looked distressed: "You kid made me hurt so much!" β
"Damn, it seems that I misunderstood," Vanskip quickly corrected, "It's you who fell in love with each other, and you wanted to have a hot ...... before the training started."
"You're enough!" Seeing that the assistant coach's brain hole was about to fly to the moon, Van Basten hurriedly stopped him.
But the players were already laughing.
Witzger coughed, drawing the attention of the players who were rubbing their stomachs: "Let me tell you a notice before training, in order to cooperate with the development of the club's youth training, in recent weeks, there will be a lot of young children visiting the base, some of them may participate in our summer camp, and some may become members of our football academies at all levels, so as a member of the first team, you must pay attention to your image and give the children a good start." β
Van Ckipp added: "Like some players, if they really can't help themselves, it's better to go to the dressing room and solve the ......"
"You're enough!"
Ronshette kicked the soccer ball in his foot directly into the assistant coach's head.
The teaching assistant ...... Have you been watching something you shouldn't have seen lately?!
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Ajax's training sessions usually last between an hour and a half and two hours, and before the training is halfway through, one or two hundred schoolchildren-like children gather on the sidelines.
There were more and more spectators, and the players had to behave more seriously, with 100% enthusiasm in every move, and the two captains and vice-captains used a set of one-on-one offensive and defensive drills to attract cheers from the children.
"Over him, Captain Louis!"
"him, Captain Dragon!"
"Captain Luis, I'm going to see your pouting shot!"
"Captain Dragon, I'm going to learn a race with you!"
"Captain Dragon, I'm a Barcelona fan, I want you to transfer to Barcelona, okay?"
"I'm still a Real Madrid fan! You go to Real Madrid! β
The children gave their idols a round of applause, and it seemed that even if Lonshit and Suarez wrestled once, they would watch with relish.
When the training was over, the players stepped out of the barbed wire fence one by one and came to these innocent children to give them autographs and some small gifts, and also to meet their various questions about football.
This is also a regular promotional activity for Ajax FC, with players often visiting local schools in Amsterdam, both in response to the Football Association's call to promote football and to expand the club's reach and attract children to Ajax's academy at all levels.
It's just that the schedule has been too tight recently, and the Champions League has met an opponent like Barcelona again, and it is impossible for either the coach or the senior management to waste time for the team to participate in such activities, so everything can only be simplified and let the children come to the club to feel the atmosphere.
As the team's top scorer this season, Longshute has also been welcomed by many primary school students with his speedy posture, especially when he shines in the Champions League in a row, and has become an idol in the hearts of boys.
Two teenage children, a man and a woman, jumped up to him, and the boy opened his mouth a little nervously:
"Hello Captain Dragon, I'm Lucas McMallaman, my grandpa said ......"
As soon as he said his surname, Long Shute immediately knew that this was the grandson of the old doorman, and he smiled and half-squatted and shook hands with the child:
"Nice to meet you, Lucas, I heard you're a fan of mine?"
Lucas nodded vigorously: "It's a big fan!" β
Long Shute handed him a jersey that he had just signed with an extra thick signature pen: "This is a small gift for you, I hope you like it, this is my first jersey signed in both Chinese and English." β
Luxle blossomed, and without saying a word, he directly put the obviously too wide jersey on his body, and proudly showed off to the girls next to him: "Julian, how is it?" β
"You're so handsome!" The little girl named Julian, with gold stars in her eyes, kissed Lucas the face.
"Uh...... It's ......" Long Shute was slightly speechless.
Although I have been living in Europe for a long time, the two children in front of me are only eleven or twelve years old......
Lucas triumphantly took Julian's hand: "This is my girlfriend Julian, it's beautiful, right?" β
As a big fan of mine, why would you sprinkle dog food in front of your idols?
Do you know how hard your idol worked to secure a place at the heart of Ajax?
Why are you so cruel?!
Long Shute couldn't help but look at his hands.
My hands are also very beautiful.