Football's Number One Madman

Chapter 126

In the height of summer, the days in Spain are exceptionally long.

After learning Spanish for an hour, Li Polo asked his translator, Lopez, to have a simple dinner, and then began to walk alone along the winding Tulia River.

In the small courts in the park, you can often see young people playing football, and occasionally a guy or two, showing off their fancy footwork in front of the young girls watching the game from the sidelines.

It wasn't until after nine o'clock that the sky gradually turned dark, but there were more and more people in the streets-Valencia's nightlife officially began.

When passing by a street full of feasting and feasting, Li Polo clearly saw that Parejo, Piatti, Domenech and other teammates walked into a bar in threes and fours, and Tropi who entered the door was even far away. He waved to Lee Polo.

But Li Poluo is very clear that this young teammate is not sending an invitation at all!
Instead, it is more like expressing an attitude:

[We just don't welcome you as an outsider! 】

Lee Polo suddenly lost interest in walking. He took a deep breath and started running home.

When he was about to enter the community, he saw another guy who looked a little familiar.

Before he could figure out how to say hello, he was thrown head-on by a border shepherd holding a hand! -
Phil Neville wasn't having a great day either.

Although he is half a friend of the big boss of the club, the entire coaching staff, except for Vorro, is almost a member of Nuno Santo's direct lineage. In addition, he is not proficient in Spanish. I can simply command the players, but as for the core issues, I can't get in the way at all.

His situation ... is very similar to that of a player who has just transferred.

On the evening of the first day of work, he finished dinner with his wife and son at home, and wanted to go out for a walk with the dog, but just as he walked out of the community, his pet dog almost threw down a young man!

When he saw the other person's face clearly, the atmosphere was a bit awkward...
-
"Good evening, Mr. Neville?"

Li Polo was still looking for how to say "good evening in Spanish" in his mind, but immediately remembered... the guy opposite is also a British guy!
"Just call me Phil, oh, sorry."

Little Neville tightened the leash, resisting the dog's urge to pounce:
"He won't attack you, he just might like the taste of England in you!"

Li Poluo couldn't help laughing:

"I was really thinking... how to greet you in Spanish."

Little Neville also smiled:

"That's a real headache. Are you used to it here?"

Lee Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"It's fine. I'm an orphan, and it doesn't make much difference to me whether I'm in Spain or England, except for... the language."

Neville Jr. expressed his understanding:

"It's such a big problem that you can't even order food in restaurants. Oh, by the way, if you're not used to Spanish food, you can come to our house to fix it, my wife and son will definitely welcome you. "

Lee Polo nodded and thanked him for his kind words:
"Thank you, Phil."

The border shepherd at his feet shook his tail, and Phil waved his hand:
"Okay, see you tomorrow morning!"
-
Probably because he went to bed too early. Before six o'clock the next day, Li Poluo couldn't fall asleep.

After making himself some breakfast, he changed into his sports gear and jogged around the neighborhood with a football.

Since Old Keir, the gatekeeper at the Patna training base, strictly abides by the commuting system and does not allow him to practice extra, he can only find a solution by himself.

Anyway, the lawn is not a rare commodity in Spain. No one will put a sign next to it, and then write "Do not trample on the green grass" or "No football inside the grass".

After all, it is not a professional lawn. Although the outside looks fairly smooth, it often changes direction inexplicably when taking the ball. Lee Polo only ran for 10 minutes, and it felt harder than playing half a court.

——But this is normal, football is not basketball, everyone will frequently hold the ball.As a defender, he only touches the ball 90 or [-] times in a [-]-minute game, and he has no chance to dribble the ball for a long time and run all over the field...

After practicing for about half an hour, Li Polo's clothes were already soaked, and he had to stop to take a breath.

The football rolled out on the grass, and a Border Collie jumped out with a whoosh.

A slightly immature voice came from behind:

"Martha!"

Li Boluo raised his gaze, and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old boy chasing after the border shepherd.

Bian Mu is also well-behaved, and soon returned to his master with the football on his head, still whining, as if he was waiting for a compliment.

"Sorry, sir, is this your football?"

The little boy stretched out his feet, and the football bounced nimbly, and he held it with both hands and handed it over.

He also speaks English.

Seeing his decent ball-juggling skills, and taking another look at the somewhat familiar border collie, Li Polo had no choice but to come up with a conjecture:
"Little guy, isn't your father's name Phil Neville?"

The little boy was taken aback, but he replied obediently:

"Yes, I'm Harvey Neville and she's Martha. Are you a player, sir?"

Lee Polo nodded and took his football from him:

"I'm Lee Polo, send my regards to your father."
-
After half an hour of running with the ball, Li Poluo trained himself on core strength for another half an hour.

He even sent a video to Akinfenwa in England to prove that he has not forgotten this fine tradition.

Akinfenwa's reply was quick:
"When you come back, I will bench press with you!"

The 200-pound meat shield tank finally chose to stay in Wimbledon. With Dubis returning to his home team and the other three forwards retiring with honor, he will also partner with the young Aziz to continue to destroy the city for the mad gang Pull out the village.

Even with the break in between, it's only half past 8:[-].

There are still 120 minutes before the training starts...

Li Polo, who was fidgeting in the empty villa, simply changed his clothes, carried a simple backpack, and ran directly to the training base!
The morning air in the city is not bad, why not take two extra steps! -
"Good morning, Polo."

Neville Jr. walked into the training base and soon saw Lee Polo.

This time his attitude seemed much more enthusiastic than yesterday morning.

Lee Polo responded to his greeting while undergoing recovery training:
"Good morning, Phil. I met Harvey at my morning practice, and Martha, two lovely little ones."

Referring to his precious son, little Neville showed a fatherly smile:

"This is his first time living abroad outside of London and he misses his friends and food back home."

The two are in a foreign land, and after just a few contacts, they have a feeling of "sympathy".

This is something that cannot be avoided, and from the first day, they carry a very different brand from others.

They have also become the third largest gang in the Valencia locker room after the local gang and the South American gang:
—The England Gang!
Although...the gang only has two people.

[Negative emotions from Nuno Santo, +2]

The Portuguese marshal saw their intimate conversation, but did not express anything.

Just patted the training schedule and announced to everyone:

"Continue to practice physical fitness in the morning, and we will play a team training game in the afternoon!"

Li Poluo couldn't help being elated:

[Long live Nuno! 】

[It's long overdue for the confrontation project! 】

[What's so great about being able to pass the ball! 】

[Even if I don’t need a cheat, I can still make you cry and cry! 】

(End of this chapter)