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In the evening, after the players finished training, they walked back to the dressing room in twos and threes, but there were still many players who chose to practice on the pitch, and they were all players who felt that they were inferior to their competitors in some aspects. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Training, which can be said to be a major feature of the Newton Heath training base, from the beginning of its establishment to the present, almost uninterrupted, for this laboratory has to be based on the physical condition of each player, for them to put forward additional training references, in order to avoid their physical damage due to additional training, or excessive fatigue.

Walcott was running around the obstacle course in a short roundabout, which was a reference he had recently gotten from the lab, and he had recently started to add some physical reinforcement training, which could lead to a decline in his technique, so the lab asked him to do more in this area to avoid his technique getting worse after the physical strengthening.

For the player, who has been in the Red Rebels' academy for many years, he is well aware that in order to establish himself in the Red Rebels, he must have skills that surpass those of his peers.

Looking at the nearby academy, Walcott, who has been fighting for many years, clearly knows that the youth academy of the Red Rebels is the most technical, and according to Ismael, Michael? The information fed back by Johnson and others from the first team is not based on technology, and it is simply untenable in the first team.

This made Walcott, who was bent on establishing himself in the first team of the Red Rebels, have to pay attention.

After a 15-minute workout, Walcott did a few more stretches and warm-up before walking back to the locker room.

The dressing room of the youth team is separated from the first team, although there is no barrier in between, but there seems to be a chasm between the two dressing rooms, this side of the gap is reality, and that side is dream!

Theo Walcott dreamed of breaking into the first team and winning the European Champions League with his first-team team-mates, a trophy that is the dream of all professional footballers, just like the World Cup.

In the past, Messi is now a well-known super talent in today's football, and Ismael has also become famous and selected for the England national team. Although Johnson is not as good as the two, he is also a well-known rising star in football and is known as Beckham's successor.

Now it's my turn!

It is this belief that underpins Theo Walcott and makes him perform well in every game, and he hopes to be seen by the god-like Portuguese manager in the first team one day, and then he arrogantly stretches out his right hand and points at himself.

"You, Theo? Walcott, from now on, mess with me! ”

Walket would have run up to Mourinho with a smile as if he were a soldier receiving a meeting from the Queen, solemnly and saluting, "Yes, sir!" ”

Looking at the noisy locker room, Walket shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and turned to take a shower.

After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, Walcott put on his backpack and made his way to the entrance of the youth team locker room passage.

As is customary, there will be a roster for the reserve team and the youth team this weekend, and Walcott will be able to see his name from it every time, either the reserve team or the youth team.

If it's a reserve team, it's better, and if it's a youth team, Walket doesn't think there's a challenge.

But unexpectedly, this time, Walcott didn't find his name on the one printed on the page, which made Walket wonder, could it be that he had done something wrong?

On the training ground in the distance, the head of youth training, Muhrensting, was watching the coaches and staff pack up the equipment, and the Dutch coach usually treated him well, so he boldly walked over.

"Mr. Mulensteen!" Walcott said politely.

"Oh, Theo, what's the matter?" Muhrensteen asked with a smile.

Walcott was young and didn't know what tactfulness was, so he asked straight to the point: "I don't understand, sir, before you said that I didn't play striker against the surname enough, let me play winger, I did it, you asked me to participate more in defense and harass the opponent's players more, I did it, I never resisted you, why didn't I make the squad this time?" Am I not doing well enough? If yes, I'll change it! ”

For Walcott, who is only 16 years old, to not be able to play with the reserve team or the youth team must be a mistake, because only a mistake will be banned from playing.

But Walcott didn't know what he was doing wrong!

When it comes to academic performance, he has always been at the top, and even his teachers said that he could go to a prestigious university, but he still hopes to continue playing in the Red Rebels.

Is that something else?

"Do you think you must be not good enough?" Muhrensteen burst out laughing.

"If not, why didn't I play this week?" Walcott was a bit stubborn.

"Can't it be because you're doing too well?"

Walcott was not stupid, and he immediately heard the other meanings of Muhrensteen's words, but he was not sure yet, only a little surprised, full of surprise, "You mean ......"

Muhrensteen laughed and nodded: "Yes, you should go and thank Professor Fryer, he rejected the application of Robben and Messi to play, the two of them will be left in the training base to recover, and will not be able to play in Saturday's game against De Roysden, Mr. Mourinho asked me to recommend a wide player to play with the team, I chose you!" ”

Listening to it, Walket felt stunned, he couldn't have imagined that what he had been dreaming of really came, and it came so quickly, so suddenly, you know, he was only 16 years old.

"What? Not happy? If you don't want to go, I can consider adjusting and going to someone else! ”

"Oh, no, no, no!" Walcoat quickly shook his head, "Thank you, Mr. Mulensteen, I ...... I'm so excited, I'll go, I'll go! ”

Muhrensteen laughed, slapped Walcott's hand hard, and nodded: "Every year how many players go from the reserve team and the youth team to the first team, such as Michael?" Johnson, Leo? Messi, Ismail, Mikel and others, but only these few players with the best performances will be able to stay in the first team and stay in the Red Rebels! ”

'Theo, football is brutal, this is your rare opportunity, you don't have to think too much, just try your best to play at your level, I have confidence in you, you can stay in the first team!'

"Thank you, Mr. Mulensteen!" Walcott nodded gratefully.

…………………… After coming out of Newton Heath, Walcott didn't know how he got home.

Both parents were already preparing dinner at home, but they soon saw Walcott's devastation.

"What's wrong, Theo, what's going on?" Tang Dynasty? Walcott looked at his son with concern, he now worked for a company near Newton Heath, and the Red Rebels helped him get in touch, which was good.

"No, Dad!" Walcott replied.

"Are you alright?" Don knows his son well.

"It's fine, it's just ...... It's ......" Walket was so incredulous that he didn't know how to say it, and hesitated for a while, "yes, I don't have to go out with the team tomorrow." ”

"What?" Tang was taken aback, "What's going on?" Did you fail in the exam? Or is the coach unhappy with you? ”

You know, Walcott is the top player in the Red Rebels Academy, not to mention the best performance, and is very valued by the coaches, plus his academic performance has always been good, so there has never been a precedent similar to other young players who were not allowed to participate in the game because they failed exams.

Now that he suddenly said that he couldn't play with the team, how could he tell Tang not to be in a hurry?

"No, Dad, neither!"

"What the hell is going on here?" Don asked with concern.

Walcott wanted to speak, but he laughed, swallowed the words back into his stomach, and then smirked, "I've made the first team!" ”

Tang Dynasty? Walcott and his wife were stunned for a moment, were they selected for the first team?

That's the Red Rebels' first team, the number one team in football today, the most popular team in England!

His own son was selected for the first team of this team?

"Is it really the Red Rebels' first team?" Don was somewhat incoherent.

The wife next to him pushed him coquettishly, his son was trained in the Red Rebels, and if he was not selected for the first team of the Red Rebels, which first team could he be selected for?

"I mean, can you play?" Tang hurriedly smiled apologetically.

"It's not easy to get on the bench list, I'm afraid it's not easy to play, the coach said, this is still Robben and Messi's physical strength is not up to the requirements, so I just handed it in, it's hard to say whether I can play!"

Tang and his wife were a little disappointed, they both felt that their son was great, but in the end he was only 16 years old, and he was still too young to establish himself in a top team like the Red Rebels.

"No matter what, whether you can play or not, it's a good thing to be in the first team!" Don was still pleased.

In the past few years since Walcott entered the Red Rebels training, he himself has changed from supporting Liverpool to a Red Rebels fan, and he has watched this team climb up from the lower leagues step by step, and now they have become Premier League giants, and he is also honored.

"Well, I know, Dad, if I can play, I'm going to try to perform!" Walcott laughed.

"I have faith in you, son!" Don patted Walcoat on the shoulder.

"It's a pity that it wasn't announced in advance, otherwise we would have gone to buy tickets, I heard that the tickets for the home stadium have already been sold out!" The wife said with some regret on the side.

The father and son felt a little regretful when they heard it, although they couldn't start, but their son was likely to make an appearance, which was undoubtedly a memorable day for their family.

When Walcott's brother and sister came back, they heard about it and tried every possible way to find tomorrow's tickets, but the season ticket sales at the Red Rebels Stadium were too good, and the loose tickets had already been sold out, so it can be said that it was difficult to buy tickets for the whole season.

Just as the Walcotts were grim, the doorbell rang outside the apartment.

"Excuse me, is it the Walcotts?" The visitor was dressed in a neat professional attire and asked politely.

"Yes, who are you?"

"I'm a staff member at the Red Rebels Stadium and I've just been notified by the club to deliver tickets for you!"

Don walked back to his apartment with a stack of tickets, and the family got together, each of them having a ticket, apparently specially prepared for them by the club.

"Great, so we can go to our brother's game tomorrow!"

The family was excited, and Don even pulled Walcoat and kept telling him in his ear, whether he had a chance to play or not, not to be emotional, and if he played, he had to work hard to show himself and strive to stay in the first team.

Seeing the joy of his family, Walcott also laughed heartily, grateful for the club's concern, but worried about tomorrow's game, which caused him to wake up the next morning with a look of not having enough sleep, but still came to the club early.

"Hey, little tiger, did you lose sleep last night?" Ismail saw Walcoat coming over and teased.

Walcott smirked as he approached the place where the first team had gathered, waiting for the team to assemble.

Beside him, Xiao Xiaoluo and others were chatting and laughing over there, although they were not selected for the squad, but Beckham and Terry and others also came to train, and now they are even coming to chat with their teammates.

"You're so nervous, little tiger!" Curtis didn't know when he came over and picked Walcott up by the waist, causing him to scream in panic.

When everyone saw him like this, they all laughed.

"I haven't seen you nervous when you played indoor soccer, what are you nervous about now?" Curtis complained that he had apparently always remembered that he had lost to Walcott.

"The clothes are new, the hair is waxed, and there seems to be some perfume on the body, frankly, little tiger, are you going to pick up girls in the city, or are you going to play football at the Red Rebels Stadium? You see, even the coolest Cristiano is not as tormented as you are! ”

Curtis was like a hunting dog with a sharp nose, circling Walcott in a circle, and immediately unearthed all the mysteries on him, and his revelations immediately caused everyone present to burst into laughter.

"You say I love tossing? Okay, don't come to me next time you send a love letter or text! "Xiao Xiao Luo is also a young man, and he also loves to make trouble, and he is very compatible with Curtis, and it is said that Curtis's love letter and text messages to his supermodel girlfriend are still pointed out by Xiao Xiao Luo.

For the Portuguese star's pickling skills, Xiao Yu has seen it on the news in his previous life, and he has personally experienced it in this life, this guy is indeed a natural lover, a prodigal son in football, he really responded to that sentence, he has been in the middle of thousands of flowers, and the leaves are not touched.

After Curtis's revelations, Walket immediately became the target of everyone, pulling his clothes, messing up his hair, etc., countless pranks were practiced on him, but with these, Walcott's original nervous mood was completely calmed down.

When it was time to assemble, I saw Mourinho walking from the training building with Kassel and others, and the team's bus was already in place.

The Portuguese madman walked over, saw that the team members were lined up one by one, nodded, swept over Walcott, whose clothes and hair were in a mess, the image made him laugh, he didn't know that this must be a prank by the disciples, shook his head, and took the lead on the bus.

"Let's go!"

(To be continued)