Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 125 Is this the England MVP?

"What are you doing?"

Nuno Santo has never been a coach who is good at communicating. Compared with his idol Mourinho, his ability to control the locker room is much less.

Seeing a [confrontation] between Li Polo and a group of teammates from a distance, the Portuguese immediately smelled danger.

[A rookie dares to publicly challenge the entire team? 】

But things are not as bad as he imagined.

Parejo explained to him immediately:

"Coach, I'm getting to know the new players and other teammates."

Li Poluo also put away the expression just now, and stretched out his right hand to him:

"Hello, boss, I'm Lee Polo, please give me your advice in the future."

Nuno shook hands with him suspiciously:
"You can call me Nuno or the coach. Spain and England have different names."

Li Bo Luo nodded:
"Okay, Mr. Coach."

Nuno glanced at the players and motioned for several assistants to start working:
"No one is late, good. Since you already know each other, I won't talk nonsense. Start the first training session, physical fitness test!"
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The first item of the test is to go on the scale, which is also the easiest item.

Although he had undergone a professional medical examination before the transfer, Lee Polo queued up for the test like everyone else.

"Height 183.2cm, weight 77.8kg, body fat rate 8.6%..."

Assistant coach Worro nodded while filling out the form:
"Next!"

Li Boluo, who will be 21 years old in a month, has grown a little bit taller than last season. After a month of vacation, his weight and fat have increased significantly, but they are all within acceptable limits. It only takes a week or two of training to get back to normal.

But there are also guys who can't control their weight. As soon as Tropi, who just turned 20, stood firmly on the scale, Volo frowned:
"Brat, how much beer did you drink this holiday? I'll give you ten days, if you can't reduce it, go back to the reserve team!"

His tone can be said to be harsh. If it were Li Polo, he would probably be furious, but Tropi didn't show any resistance at all, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:
"I'm sorry, coach, I must complete the task!"

Vorro is a native of Valencia with a strong root. He joined the youth training camp at the age of 7 and played 288 official games on behalf of the first team. He is an out-and-out celebrity.After retiring, he started as a youth training coach step by step. Now he is not only the assistant coach of the first team, but also the head coach of the B team. Whether in the locker room or among the fans, he has a very high prestige.

In the past ten years, Valencia's head coach has changed five or six times, but he has remained the same, and even served as the firefighting coach of the first team twice in 2008 and 2012.So in front of him, the young general could only listen obediently, not daring to refute at all.

Like Tropi, there are several players, and even the captain Parejo is a little overweight-after all, Argentina's BBQ is so delicious.

Under the leadership of the captain, they obediently reported to the physical coach Antonio Dias and began to formulate a cruel "weight loss plan".

After that, there were tests of 100-meter sprint, 20-meter switchback, high jump, strength and endurance. Not only did Lee Polo pass all of them successfully, but he also easily won the championship in the high jump.

"After all, I played football in England, and my physical fitness is still very good."

Nuno Santo nodded slightly as he looked at the data provided by his assistants.

But the subsequent dribbling training immediately made the Portuguese coach frown:

"Although he is a defender, his basic ball-handling ability...is he a bit amateur?"

Neville Jr. had to explain for his own players:
"Uh, he only played professional football for one year, and he's still in the fourth level. His basic skills are indeed relatively poor."

Nuno didn't say anything, but he never set his sights on Li Polo again.

Of course, he can also see that when the Valencia players pass the ball to Li Polo, they are either too strong or the angle is not good. Li Polo is often uncomfortable when receiving the ball, but this does not affect Nuno at all. Evaluation.

[Basic technology is not solid. 】

[Are you kidding me? 】

[My team is going to play in the Champions League. Such a rough guy who can make mistakes even in quick passes and catches, still wants to get a chance to play? 】

[Are you trying to embarrass me all over Europe? 】
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Of course Lee Polo felt the rejection from his teammates.

After all, except for himself, the other new aids are basically decided by Nuno-even most of them are an agent.

Everyone is not a fool, and everyone can understand the difference.

From a certain point of view, like Neville Jr., he is a "nail" placed by the club owner inside the team!
Coupled with his "speech" before the training camp, it's no wonder they are convinced!
As a result, as soon as the ball is passed, it immediately reveals its original shape...

"That's it?"

"FA Cup MVP?"

"Can he take down Manchester United and Chelsea?"

"Isn't the level of football in England too low?"

Seeing Li Boluo's slightly embarrassed movements, several veteran players couldn't help laughing.

Even the youth training player Tropi, who was criticized for being too fat before, muttered unceremoniously:
"Our youth team's skills are better than his!"

Although Li Polo couldn't understand their specific content, he still felt a little hot on his face. He tried hard to make the ball under his feet obedient, but the black and white elf was more mischievous and difficult to control than he imagined.

After the 20-minute passing training, he could clearly feel that the eyes from the coach and teammates became more disdainful...

Even Neville Jr. couldn't defend him, after all, his performance on the football field is enough to explain everything.

Nuno drew an "X" on his little notebook, then waved to his assistants:
"Let's stop here in the morning and continue at 03:30."

Back in the locker room, Li Poluo glanced at the clock on the wall:

It's not even 12 o'clock, the first training session...isn't it even 90 minutes?
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After all, it was the first day of the new season, and the training in the afternoon was mainly to restore physical fitness, so Lee Polo never had the opportunity to show his "true strength".

He can't jump directly in front of captain Parejo or main striker Negredo, pointing to Kaede Rukawa's nose like Sakuragi Hanamichi and shouting:
"I want to fight you one-on-one! Whoever wins is the trump card of the team!"

It started at 03:30 and ended on time at five o'clock. When Nuno blew his whistle, all Valencia players disappeared from the training ground almost instantly!
Looking at the empty field, Li Poluo was a little messy.

[Is there no one left to practice with me for a while? 】

[What about those teammates who need to lose weight? 】

After a minute of silence in the open space, Li Polo stretched out his hand and patted his face, hooked a football from the net, and began to practice extra exercises for himself.

Of course, it is impossible for a person to practice passing and cutting coordination or header competition, but he can practice the most basic running with the ball and non-interference shooting!

Isn't this the most practical technique for a team whose main tactics are defensive counterattacks?

"Hu, hu, hu..."

Half an hour passed quickly without anyone else interfering.

He was about to give himself another 100 shots when he heard a car horn.

I saw an old man's head protruding from the car window. It was their guard, Old Keel.

He looked at Li Polo, who was dripping with sweat, and shouted impatiently:
"Hey, it's time, hurry home, I'm going to close the door and get off work!"

[Negative emotions from Li Bo Luo, +10! 】

(End of this chapter)