Pampas waist

Chapter 29
Head to foot!
The sound of the commentary broke, and the audience, the team coach, and Wenger in the VIP box stood up suddenly, and everyone's eyes showed great shock!
Pique immediately rushed to Schweinsteiger who was still slumped on the ground, pulled his hair and shouted: "What the hell did you just do?! Are you trying to kill someone?!"

"I didn't do anything! He rushed over by himself! I swear that kick wasn't directed at him!"

Pique's actions were very rough and rude, but Schweinsteiger was not in the mood to think about it at this time. He knew how strong he was, and it was kicking his head with spikes, which might kill him!He pushed Pique away, and crawled to Chen Mo's side. At this moment, a slightly smug voice sounded in his ears: "I'm not only hard-spoken, but also hard-headed."

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Schweinsteiger looked down, only to see a big gap hanging from the corner of his brow, and Chen Mo, whose right eye was stained red with blood, covered his forehead with one hand, but there was a smug smile of "I made it" on the corner of his mouth.

"You guy."

Schweinsteiger was completely stunned, staring blankly at Chen Mo who sat up grinning.

"You guys are quite strong." Chen Mo patted his dizzy head, blood spattered everywhere: "It's a good thing you didn't change your posture with that kick, otherwise it wouldn't be as simple as scratching the skin."

Recalling the scene just now, even though Chen Mo was very courageous, he was more or less afraid at this time. At that time, the opportunity was rare, so he didn't think much about it. He just made a big jump and flew over to clear the siege, but it was from behind Schweinsteiger diagonally. The two jumped out at an acute angle, so the opponent's foot didn't hit the forehead firmly, but just scraped past like a knife.

But even so, a piece of flesh on the forehead was scraped off by the spikes, and it still hurts more or less
As soon as the idea fell, the referee, team doctor, Messi and others rushed over.

"Are you crazy, you just used your head to clear the siege?!"

Messi was very angry. He glared at Chen Mo, and then stretched out his hand to push Schweinsteiger. Chen Mo quickly stopped him: "It's none of his business, he didn't expect me to jump out of that ball, but , I probably won’t be able to play in the next overtime game, you guys have to add it.”

"Add what?! Do you want Messi to be kicked in the head like you?!"

Coach Zach also ran over at some point, and his originally kind face became very scary: "It seems that the lesson from the previous game against high school students was not enough for you, so you don't even want to participate in the next game !"

The voice was very violent, not like the voice of an old man. Even the team doctor who was disinfecting Chen Mo with alcohol trembled. Chen Mo smiled and said, "That."

"Shut up! Take him to the infirmary!"

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Zach went berserk, silently shrunk his neck, and obediently climbed onto the stretcher. The audience burst into applause like a landslide and a tsunami. The commentator seemed to be shouting passionately, but his head was so dizzy. The blue sky and white clouds in front of him, the stadium fans, gradually blurred.
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At night, Yokohama Prince Hotel, Room 1307.

A boring Japanese comedy variety show was playing on TV, and Chen Mo, with his head covered in bandages, sat alone on the bed, holding a remote control in his hand.

"Hey Xiba! If I knew I would be suspended by the coach, I wouldn't use my head to clear the siege!"

The variety show was really boring, Chen Mo fell down on the bed with a "bang", looking at the white ceiling, his mind was full of regrets, not regret that he had more than a dozen stitches on his head, it was very painful.

Whether it hurts or not is a trivial matter. Anyway, the team's final one-to-one draw can be regarded as achieving its goal.The regret is because he was suspended by coach Zach. After the game, coach Zach made a punishment of [Chen Mo is banned from touching football indefinitely].

Alone in a hotel, can't juggle the ball!

Itchy, super itchy!
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the corridor.

"Didn't they go to the hot spring? They're back so soon?"

Puzzled, Chen Mo put on his slippers and ran to open the door. The door opened, and a man in a suit and sunglasses and a peaked cap appeared in front of him.

"Who are you?"

Chen Mo couldn't figure it out. The man took off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of wise eyes, and said with a smile, "Hello, little guy. I'm Wenger, the head coach of Arsenal."

"Arsenal's manager?"

Chen Mo was taken aback, the eyes of the man in front of him gradually overlapped with the man on the TV, his eyes widened suddenly: "Are you a professor?!"

"Shh, keep your voice down."

Wenger looked around like a thief, "Is it convenient for me to go in? I want to chat with you."

"Talk? Uh... no problem, come in."

Why did the head coach of the Premier League team come to see me?Could it be that you have taken a fancy to me?Chen Mo muttered to himself, but he still put Wenger into the room.

Walking into the room, Wenger sniffed the smell of the potion in the air, and said with a smile, "I saw the last rescue. You are not so courageous."

Chen Mo handed over a cup of hot water and shrugged: "At that time, there was no other way. If I didn't clear that ball, there was a high probability of scoring it. I didn't want to lose to Bayern."

"It's a good thing to be competitive." Wenger nodded, and then said: "But you have to pay attention to the occasion. If it's the World Cup final or the Champions League final, this kind of action can be considered. Gambling everything to win the honor can be remembered for a lifetime It’s a beautiful scene, but your match this time is only a friendly match.”

Someone chanted a mantra in his ear again, and Chen Mo was speechless: "Okay, okay, stop talking, I have been talked about by Coach Zach for hours! Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Hehe, you little guy is quite straightforward."

Wenger sat on the edge of the bed and slobbered: "Since this is the case, I won't go around the corner anymore. Are you interested in playing at Arsenal?"

"Don't go."

Unexpectedly, he, the head coach, was rejected so decisively. Wenger was taken aback, and shook his head funny: "I know you have feelings for Barcelona, ​​but have you thought about the future? Barcelona's midfield is too strong, Enri Ke, Guardiola, Rivaldo, Cocu, Xavi, including the teenager Iniesta, these are either the world's top, or the top talents. Even Petit can only play as a central defender when he goes to Barcelona. What do you think? Will you be able to play the main force in Barcelona in the future? Or to be precise, play the main position you want to play? As long as you come to Arsenal and grow up healthily, I promise you to enter the first team at the age of 16! As long as you can Adapt to the Premier League environment, I dare to train you as the core!"

Wenger spoke very seriously, and Chen Mo frowned strangely, "Uh, first of all, I am very grateful to you, Professor, for your recognition of me, but there are two problems. First, I don't have much affection for Barcelona as a club. I like it. It's the people there who treat me well. Secondly, I don't care who is in the Barcelona squad."

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Wenger was stunned, Chen Mo smiled and said, "Professor, let me ask you a question."

"You said."

"If I, Iniesta or Xavi appeared in front of you at the same time, who would you choose as the core training?"

"You three..." Wenger thought in his eyes first, but he soon understood the meaning behind Chen Mo's words, and his eyes turned into astonishment.

"You, not only you, the coaches all over the world will choose them now, right?" Chen Mo smiled: "Maybe I will leave Barcelona one day in the future, but the reason will definitely not be because I can't get the main position!"

(End of this chapter)