six finger demon

Chapter 164

Chapter 164

"Hi Tom!"

"Hey Tom, good morning!"

"Tom, he's in good shape recently!"

Although the greetings of his teammates were still so familiar, Tang Wu felt a strange atmosphere.

In the Harrington training base, although the players were training in the center of the field, they were obviously careless.

The head coach La Nieli disappeared, and the remaining few assistant coaches also ignored the players, and even took the lead in being lazy.

"Captain, why do I feel that something is wrong with my teammates?" Tang Wu asked Terry while passing the ball.

"As you can see, everyone is thinking about their own future." Terry spread his hands, a little helpless.

"Yes, Chelsea's morale has been lost, and no one wants to win the championship now!" Lampard walked over, also looking helpless.

"My God, what's going on? Is it because the old man is leaving get out of class?" Tang Wu was extremely surprised.

Before he left, Lampard was still declaring his victory to the media, but in less than two weeks, Tang Wu could only see helplessness in Lampard's eyes.

"Who knows!" Terry smiled bitterly, "Maybe our rich boss will buy 40 new players next season!"

In Chelsea now, there is only one unauthoritative head coach left, and he will leave in one month; there are also 1 players who have no future, and they will not know whether they are still the main force after one month.

"What about the Champions League? We still have the Champions League!" Tang Wu said anxiously.

"The Champions League? Do you think the Champions League champion can keep the old man?" Lampard sneered. "After yesterday's draw with Everton, some media said 'Even if you win the Champions League, the old man has to pack up and leave'!"

"The doggy media, can those people who spray shit with their mouths believe what they say?" Tang Wu asked rhetorically.

"I'm sorry!" Lampard said helplessly, "This news was spread from our teammates. As for who it is, I am inconvenient to disclose."

"That's right, and the old man has already started to prepare to sue the boss and Chelsea. His current salary is 2007 pounds a week, and the contract is until 6. If Kane wants the old man to leave in June, he must pay at least 700 million Liquidated damages in pounds sterling. Looking at the old man's posture now, his appetite is no longer satisfied with this."

"Oh NO! Fake!" Tang Wu sighed, "This is the worst news I've heard in months!"

"Don't be discouraged, Tom!" Perhaps seeing Tang Wu's expression was too frustrated, Terry didn't want to discourage the enthusiasm of this little teammate, "Tom, no matter what the result is, we will stand on this last post!"

"That's right! And me!" Lampard also echoed.

"Okay, I see." Tang Wu could see that the two wanted to comfort themselves.

La Nieli was about to be sentenced to death by Chelsea, and who could ask the captain who was about to go ashore to let those sailors who had the same fate as himself row hard?

If Raiola hadn't warned Tang Wu in advance, Tang Wu really didn't know how to accept the current situation.

Chelsea is over!

The luxurious blue battleship I was about to sink, and everyone panicked. Even Crespo, Duff and others began to look for their next home.

No one can guarantee that he will still be the main force of the Blues next season. Even Lampard dare not pat his chest and say that the new coach next season will reuse him.

Except for a few players from Chelsea's youth training, almost most of them have the idea of ​​leaving.

Just when Tang Wu and a few teammates in the middle and backcourts turned their feet casually, a few buses stopped at the gate of Harrington's training base, and a group of people poured in.

There are black ones, white ones, brown ones, and yellow ones.Some are tall, some are short, some are strong and some are slender.

The most conspicuous of these people is a group of young people wearing various colors of training uniforms and sneakers. It seems that they are the protagonists this time.

The young players stared excitedly, looking at the main Chelsea players training in the center of the field, their eyes full of envy.

"Watfak, what the hell are these people?" Tang Wu stopped when he saw so many young players.

"They are here for trial training!" Terry is familiar with this situation. "Chelsea will send out trial training invitations to more than 100 players every year. This is an opportunity for those young players."

"Good! But there are very few left in the end." Lampard added.

"Okay!" Tang Wu sighed, "The main players are thinking about how to leave Chelsea, but these young people are trying their best to join."

"Are there many local children here?" Tang Wu asked.

"Not many!" Terry shook his head. "You know, there are many clubs in London, and most of the good seedlings have gone to Arsenal. But there are quite a few young players from other provinces, and this is also the target of Chelsea's focus on investigation."

"So that's the case, what about other countries?"

"The club recently reached an agreement with Eredivisie Eindhoven. They will send excellent players to Chelsea, and Chelsea will also send some young outstanding players to Eindhoven for a few years." Terry said.

"TOM, maybe you will be loaned to Eindhoven next season!" Lampard laughed.

"Fack! Stop joking!" Tang Wu immediately punched Lampard, "If the guys from Ajax know that I am their deadly enemy, I will definitely be sprayed all over by the fans in Amsterdam It's all drool. Also, I've had enough of being in Holland, I don't want to go back to Holland!"

"Well, it's up to you!" Lampard naturally knew that Tang Wu was a product of Ajax's youth training, but this youth training product changed course halfway.So much so that after Tang Wu broke into the semi-finals of the Champions League with Chelsea, the coaches of the Ajax youth training camp were collectively deducted bonuses.

"TOM, come and see, is that player Japanese or Korean? Or is it from your hometown?" Terry pulled Tang Wu's shoulder and pointed to an inconspicuous yellow-skinned player in the crowd.

"Where is it? Let me see!" Upon hearing that there might be a visitor from China, Tang Wu stretched his neck quickly.

"Oh, Falk! He's so real! He's really a Chinese!" Tang Wu said in surprise after seeing the man's face clearly.

"TOM, you are amazing!" Lampard admired, "How do you tell the difference so far away? In my opinion, you all look alike."

"Hmph, in my opinion, you two are similar!" Tang Wu glanced at Terry and Lampard with contempt, "You guys practice first, I'll go over and have a look."

Seeing Tang Wu taking off his gloves and walking towards the outside, Terry and Lampard looked at each other and shrugged.

"Frank, do you think Tom saw it from the guy next to him?"

"The guy next to him?" Lampard asked curiously, "Which one?"

"That's it!" Terry pointed to a middle-aged man next to the Chinese player wearing a baseball cap, carrying a bag, and holding a phone. "Do all Chinese people bring a 'parent' to accompany them when they go abroad?"

"may be!"

"Brother Gao, Brother Gao, look, it's Tang Wu, it's Tang Wu!" Seeing Tang Wuchao approaching from the court, the young player wearing red No. 8 was very excited.

"Calm down!" Gao Qi adjusted her trembling calf, and patted the little player's shoulder with her right hand, "We can't embarrass Tang Wu."

Walking up to him, Tang Wu became more and more sure that the opponent was a Chinese player.

The temperament of the Chinese is engraved in the bones, and it cannot be imitated by people from South Korea, North Korea and island countries.

"Hello, I'm Tang Wu. Are you here for Chelsea's youth training?" Walking in front of the two, Tang Wu extended his hand friendly and spoke in Chinese.

"Hi Tang Wu, I'm Gao Qi, I'm a manager." Gao Qi shook Tang Wu with a trembling hand, "This time I'm here to bring this kid here for a trial training at the invitation of Chelsea."

"Hello, Mr. Gao." After shaking hands with the opponent, Tang Wu stretched out his right hand to the young player who was not a few years younger than himself, "Then what should I call my buddy?"

Hearing Tang Wu call himself "brother", the little player was so excited that he gulped.After wiping his right hand vigorously on his ball pants, he carefully held it with Tang Wu.

"Hi, Brother Tang. I, I am Hao Junmin from Tianjin TEDA."

(End of this chapter)