i want to be king

Chapter 193 Too bad! [The fourth update continues to erupt, begging to subscribe to the monthly pass! 】

Another sunny morning.

Mike Clegg, as usual, arrived at the gym at the Carrington Training Base on time.

In this training base, almost every employee has his own office, and Mike Craig's office is this advanced gym because he is Manchester United's fitness coach.

He was originally the owner of a gym. He trained his two sons to become professional weightlifters, which won unanimous praise from the outside world. In order to allow the other two sons to successfully enter Manchester United's youth training camp, he chose to come to the Red Devils as a fitness coach.

But it is a pity that neither of his two sons seems to have very good football talent.

As usual, Mike Clegg stopped by the window outside the gym.

Through the window, he saw a shirtless young player sitting in front of a bicycle, pedaling vigorously with both feet, already dripping with sweat, but with an extremely focused and devoted expression.

Cristiano Ronaldo!

A Portuguese teenager.

Mike Clegg still clearly remembers that it was the first day Ronnie joined Manchester United.

Accompanied by club employees, he walked straight to the gym after a cursory walk around the Carrington training ground.

At that time, the physical fitness coach was sitting comfortably on that comfortable lounge chair, basking in the sunlight coming in from the window, lazily, and Ronnie appeared in front of him under the sunlight.

The Portuguese teenager looked at him with his talking eyes, and said in an extremely firm tone: "I want to become the strongest player in the world, you must help me!"

Mike Clegg's first instinct was to laugh.

He joined Manchester United in 2000. In this team that gathers the best stars and rookies in the world, there are countless people who have said similar things to him, but now they are all gone.

In addition to the gym training mandated by the coaching staff, which player is not afraid of the gym?
"Let's do it!" Mike Clegg said jokingly, standing up.

But what surprised him was that the Portuguese teenagers completed all the training items he arranged afterwards meticulously and without any discount. He even felt that he was not full and strongly demanded to increase the intensity of training.

"Compared to the training I received in Portugal, this is pediatrics!"

Afterwards, Mike Clegg gradually increased his training and continued to increase the amount of training for Ronnie. The Portuguese teenager also changed from being comfortable to struggling, but he just gritted his teeth and survived.

Then again, Mike Clegg couldn't help asking him, why did he practice so hard?
Ronnie showed his white teeth with a smile, "Desperate? That's because you haven't seen Su Dong."

"Sudong? The one who joined Valencia?"

"He is my best friend and my strongest opponent. He is desperate when he trains. I didn't come to Manchester United to play. I want to play the main force. I want to become the strongest player in the world and compare with Su Dong!"

Ronnie threw his head back as he said this, like a proud and aggressive rooster.

……

As a young player, Ronnie came to the giants Manchester United. Although he has the title of Beckham's successor, he is only a rookie in the end. Whether it is in the warm-up match or the beginning of the Premier League, it is impossible for Ferguson to let him play the main role alone.

After Beckham left, Manchester United changed their previous style of play, allowing Solskjaer to appear on the right and Ronnie became a substitute.

When playing Bolton, Ronnie met his former brother-in-law Jardl, but compared with the Brazilian center forward who started and played the whole game, he only played 29 minutes without any contribution.

Premier League fans who admire speed and confrontation don't like this kind of fancy dribbling. They like simplicity, directness and roughness!
But after playing Bolton, Ronnie received news from Spain.

His buddy Sudong scored twice and created a penalty against Real Madrid in the Citrus Cup.

Although it was just a warm-up match, it was related to Real Madrid and attracted the attention of the whole world, and Su Dong was also reported by the media all over the world.

Ronnie stared at the newspaper for a long time, didn't speak, and went straight to the gym.

In the second game against Newcastle, Ronnie came off the bench again, this time for even less time, only 4 minutes, still making no contribution.

But within two days, he received the message again.

In the first leg of the third qualifying round of the UEFA Champions League, in Valencia's home game against Slavia Prague, Sudong scored twice and performed very well, helping Valencia beat the Czech team [-]-[-].

After the game, Su Dong was elected as the best player in the game.

This time, Ronnie walked straight into Ferguson's office and offered to ask for more playing time.

But Ferguson's reply to him was followed by a sentence, "It's not the time yet!"

Therefore, the Portuguese teenager could only vent his eagerness on the equipment in the gym.

Both joined the four major leagues. Ronnie's starting point was higher than that of Su Dong. He joined the top giants Manchester United, while Su Dong went to the down-and-out Valencia. But in the end, the circumstances of the two were completely different.

When Su Dong broke through Real Madrid's goal and led Valencia to basically advance to the Champions League group stage, he could only play soy sauce.

How could this embarrass the proud Ronnie?
He still called Su Dong to congratulate him and asked for a meal, but he stayed in the gym for longer.

Come to Carrington earlier, leave later.

……

Mike Clegg walks into the gym.

It happened that Ronnie finished his cycling training and came down panting to wipe his sweat.

"Mike, you're five minutes late." Ronnie reminded, pointing to the clock on the wall.

Craig turned his head and glanced at the clock, and smiled at the Portuguese boy. He would definitely not say that he had been standing outside the door for a while.

"You'd better learn your English well before talking to me."

"I now take three English tutoring classes a week, and simple communication is no problem."

Mike Clegg laughed and said: "Your spoken English has a strong smell of the Atlantic monsoon."

"You Brits only speak English." Ronnie was also tit-for-tat.

"Please, this is England. Of course you speak English here. Your substandard spoken English will be laughed at."

"Whoever laughs, laughs. I only have one goal, and that is to become the strongest player in the world. I don't care what others think of me. It has nothing to do with me."

Mike Clegg shrugged helplessly.

After playing this kind of lip service a few times, he himself felt boring.

"Your buddy didn't score this time," Clegg said.

Ronnie's face was still very ugly, "But he made an assist."

Just last night, Valencia challenged Slavia Prague away, and the two sides tied [-]-[-].

Su Dong didn't score this time, but assisted Aimar to score a goal.

With [-]-[-] at home and [-]-[-] away, Valencia advanced to the Champions League group stage with a total score of [-]-[-].

"Is that kid really talented?" Clegg couldn't believe it.

He is burly and very strong, and he is very intimidating on the court. Even two central defenders of Slavia Prague can't hold him, let alone one-on-one.

"September 19th is his birthday, and he will be [-] after that." Ronnie remembered it clearly.

"You said he was very thin before?"

"Yes, more than two years ago."

"Then how did he practice?"

"As I said, he has a team of personal trainers, four of them."

"Oh, so you hired a chef, plus me, and John, your team has four people."

Ronnie couldn't hold it back for a moment, burst out laughing, and kicked in the direction of Clegg, but it was too far to kick anyone.

"The old man promised me that if the group stage draws lots and meets Valencia, he will let me play the whole game." Ronnie said expectantly.

There is only one old man in his mouth, and that is Ferguson.

Mike Clegg looked at this innocent boy with pitiful eyes, he was hesitating whether to break his unrealistic fantasy?

In the end, he decided to break it because of his bad taste.

It's weird for a good young man to have fantasies about an old man in his 70s or [-]s.

"Actually, as long as Valencia enters the group stage, it will be the first team."

"Huh?" Ronnie didn't understand for a moment.

"The Champions League points go back five years. Valencia earned enough European points in 2000 and [-], so now, after they enter the group stage, they are the first team, just like us."

As soon as Ronnie's face changed, he understood immediately.

According to the qualifications for the UEFA Champions League draw, the eight teams in the first tier will be divided into eight different groups, and will only meet the teams in the other three tiers. At least in the group stage, it is impossible to meet the first tier teams.

But that damn old man obviously didn't say that!

Ronnie is very smart, especially when he saw Craig's uncontrollably funny expression, he still didn't understand that he was played by that damned old fox.

"What the hell, a man in his 70s and [-]s even fooled his own players!" Ronnie cursed angrily.

"This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last time." Craig said with an expression that I knew well.

The more Ronnie thought about it, the more angry he became. The point was that he had no place to reason.

It's no wonder that when he asked to play Valencia, Ferguson agreed almost without thinking about it, which was very refreshing.

Fortunately, Ronnie was very touched at the time, thinking that Ferguson understood his feelings. It turned out that this damn old man had already figured out the account, and it would not be cashed until the end of February next year at the earliest.

Maybe, this season will not meet Valencia!
This damn old man, it's fine to fool his opponent, but he even fooled his own people!
"It's so tasteless!" Ronnie cursed again angrily.

……

At this moment, in an office not far away, an old man with a red nose sneezed heavily for no reason.

"Damn it, who is scolding me behind my back?"

But frowning, counting on his fingers for a long time, he found that he couldn't count.

He has too many opponents.

"It must be that old bastard Wenger, he is the only one who would do such a shameless thing!"

"When it comes to swearing, who is afraid of whom?"

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