My light shines on Arsenal

Chapter 56: Ordinary Pierre

Pierre-Emerick Aubameyang squatted in a corner of the training ground, holding a piece of grass in his mouth and looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

In the training ground, AC Milan's reserve players were noisily training under the guidance of the coach.

But Aubameyang seemed too lazy to look at them and hid in the corner without caring.

He was late.

Yes, I'm late, so what?
No one called Aubameyang to train, no one even punished him for running laps.

No one cares about me.

Aubameyang is well aware of this fact.

Four years ago, when he was brought here by Milan's scouts, they didn't look like that.

At that time, Aubameyang and his two brothers were both spotted by Milan, and as the youngest but most talented player, he was placed high hopes by the Milan youth coaching team.

then……

Then there is no more.

I don’t know which day, my coach suddenly called me over, and then said with regret: “Pierre, the club thinks you are not suitable for the Italian football style. We will loan you out for exercise, if you perform well , maybe you can find a good next home."

What's next for me?

A small team from a secondary league, or a little-known club from another country's league?
Is Aubameyang only worthy of this level of team?
So, with resentment, Aubameyang embarked on a loan journey with the determination to prove himself.

He set foot on the land of France, traveled to Dijon, Lille and Monaco, in more than 80 games, scored...

Fourteen goals.

Ten goals were scored in the first period of loan - which was also his best period of loan.

Seriously, this performance is only worthy of a team of this caliber.

Aubameyang's loan spell at Monaco is almost over.

But at this time, he can be regarded as a high-quality and cheap player with three or four years of experience in the French league, and at the age of 23, he is in his prime.

For example, the Ligue [-] club Saint-Etienne expressed interest in bringing him in to AC Milan, so they can make do with it. Anyway, they just need someone to hold the Frisbee up front.

What's more, Aubameyang's loan for this half of the season seems to have improved a little bit, and his contract with AC Milan only has the last half of the year left.

Galliani knows very little about Aubameyang, he only knows that there are teams interested in his players.

As a result, he was also recalled to Milan, first to maintain his form in the second team.

The mediocre Aubameyang returned to Milan, when he found that everyone was indifferent to him.

He is just a loser in the brutally competitive professional football world. He has no chance of entering Milan's first team. He is just a voucher that is about to be sold off. He can get back some training fees for Milan.

Aubameyang only felt that the resentment in his heart was accumulating more and more.

He stopped being disciplined, arriving late, leaving early, practicing his strokes, but no one cared.

Even his coach wished that Aubameyang would sleep a lot every day, so as to avoid minor injuries and pains when he wanted to sell money, which would affect the transaction.

"You will regret it, you don't know what you missed."

Aubameyang spit out the grass in his mouth, scratched his short fluffy hair, and stood up slowly.

It's a bit cold after squatting for a long time.

Just as he was about to move his body, he saw someone walking towards him, and the direction was his position.

"Pierre."

shouted the man.

Aubameyang looked back and saw that there was no one there. He wasn't calling him, was he?
"Pierre—don't look, it's you."

The well-mannered guy who looked not a few years older than himself walked straight towards him, and then stretched out his hand.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Chen Yao, and I am the coach of Arsenal."

"A...Arsenal? The Arsenal of the Premier League?"

"That's right. I mean Pierre, my hands are sore."

"Oh……"

Aubameyang quickly wiped his hands on his clothes, then shook hands with Chen Yao, and asked with a puzzled face, "What do you want me for?"

"Interesting question. Actually, Pierre, I've come to invite you to join Arsenal."

"Oh... what? Falk, buddy, you better not be joking, or I'll give you a hard time."

Chen Yao touched his pocket and flew over a business card.

Aubameyang had quick eyes and quick hands, clamped the card between two fingers, and glanced at it.

After reading the text on the business card word by word, Aubameyang carefully identified the authenticity of the business card on both sides.

"Fa-k-"

Aubameyang took a deep breath: "Please... please believe me, sir, I am a good player."

"Please tell me, Mr. Coach, you are not joking, are you?!"

"Well..." Chen Yao shrugged, "Of course I'm not kidding."

"Thank you! I..." Aubameyang scratched his head and prepared to bow.

"Stop, Pierre."

Chen Yao shook his finger and looked at him playfully.

"Why didn't you attend training?"

"what……"

Aubameyang froze. He pointed innocently at the people on the pitch. "They look down on me, coach, nobody pays attention to me. I don't want to join them."

"First thing, Pierre, you have to understand the importance of discipline. Arsenal will never welcome undisciplined people."

Chen Yao looked at Aubameyang seriously. The Gabonese's expression changed from puzzlement to refutation, and finally to submission.

"I see, Coach."

"Very good." Chen Yao nodded with satisfaction, "Now, find your coach and complete your last training session in Milan City. If everything goes well, you can sign a contract with our negotiator tonight, and tomorrow you will You can pack your bags and get ready to say goodbye to Italy."

Chen Yao nodded at Aubameyang, turned around and left gracefully.

"Hey..." Aubameyang couldn't hold back and shouted.

"what happened?"

"I……"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Aubameyang asked cautiously: "Mr. Coach, have you seen me play football?"

"Well, of course I have seen it. Your performance in France is impressive, running around like a headless chicken, only knowing how to fight alone, but..." Chen Yao raised his eyebrows, "I saw that others didn't watch You may not have seen it yourself.”

This time, Aubameyang did not stop Chen Yao.

He turned around and walked towards the Milan coach, "Hey coach, help me finish my training."

"Pierre...no offense, which team's scout just took a fancy to you?"

"A little-known British team, don't worry about it, coach, let's start training."

"It's okay, Pierre, England is not bad, I guess...the Champions League team? That's very good, the name of the Champions League sounds much better than Serie B."

"Yes." Aubameyang showed an innocent smile, "I won't embarrass Milan, coach."

And, I will prove AC Milan wrong.

Aubameyang said silently in his heart.

　Please click on the new book investment (Should I have started asking for it a long time ago)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)