Mike Clegg came to the gym at the Carrington training base on time as usual.
In this training base, almost every employee has his or her own office, and Mike Craig's office is this state-of-the-art 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 and won unanimous praise from the outside world. In order to allow his other two sons to successfully join Manchester United's youth training camp, he chose to work as a physical fitness trainer at the Red Devils.
coach.
But it is a pity that neither of his two sons seem to have very good talent for playing football.
As usual, Mike Clegg paused at the window outside the gym.
Through the window, he saw a shirtless young player sitting in front of a bicycle. He was pedaling hard with his feet. His whole body was already dripping with sweat, but his expression was extremely focused and devoted.
Cristiano Ronaldo!
An eighteen-year-old Portuguese boy.
Mike Clegg still remembers clearly that it was Ronnie's first day joining Manchester United.
Accompanied by club employees, he walked around the Carrington training base and went straight to the gym.
At that time, the physical fitness coach was sitting comfortably on the comfortable leisure chair, basking in the sunshine coming in from the window, lazily, and Ronnie appeared in front of him despite the sunshine.
The Portuguese boy looked at him with his speaking 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 reaction was to laugh.
He joined Manchester United in 2000. In this team that has gathered 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 does not avoid the gym?
"Let's do it!" said Mike Clegg, standing up mischievously.
But what he didn't expect was that the Portuguese boy was meticulous in all the training projects he arranged and completed them without any compromise. He even felt like he was not getting enough and strongly requested to increase the intensity of training.
"Compared to the training I received in Portugal, this is child's play!"
Subsequently, Mike Clegg gradually increased the intensity of Ronnie's training, and the Portuguese boy also changed from being comfortable to struggling, but he gritted his teeth and survived.
Later, Mike Clegg couldn't help but ask him again, why did he practice so hard?
Ronnie smiled so much that he showed his white teeth, "Desperately? That's because you have never seen Su Dong."
"Su Dong? The one who joined Valencia?"
"He is my best friend and my strongest opponent. He is so desperate when he trains. I didn't come to Manchester United to play. I want to play as the main force. I want to become the strongest player in the world and beat Su
Let’s compare the east and the west!”
When he said this, Ronnie raised his head like a proud and aggressive rooster.
…
As an 18-year-old youngster, Ronnie came to the giant Manchester United. Although he was carrying the title of Beckham's successor, in the final analysis he was just a rookie, whether in the warm-up match or the beginning of the Premier League.
, Ferguson couldn't possibly let him take the lead and be the main force.
After Beckham left, Manchester United changed their previous playing style, allowing Solskjaer to appear on the right and Ronnie as a substitute.
When playing against Bolton, Ronnie met his former uncle Jardel, but compared with the Brazilian center who played the whole game, he only played for 29 minutes and made no contribution. He was just looked at.
His dribbling skills are dazzling, but in the Premier League, they look very flashy.
Premier League fans who advocate speed and confrontation do not like this kind of fancy dribbling. They like simplicity, directness and roughness!
But after playing against Bolton Wanderers, Ronnie received news from Spain.
His best friend Su Dong scored twice and created a penalty kick in the Citrus Cup against Real Madrid.
Although it was just a warm-up match, it was related to Real Madrid and attracted worldwide attention, and Su Dong was reported by media around the world.
Ronnie stared at the newspaper for a long time without saying anything and went directly to the gym.
In the second game against Newcastle, Ronnie was once again a substitute. This time the game lasted less time, only fourteen minutes, and he still made no contribution.
But within two days, he received news again.
In the first leg of the third round of the Champions League qualifying round, Valencia faced Slavia Prague at home. Sudong scored twice and performed very well, helping Valencia beat the Czech team 4-0.
After the game, Su Dong was elected the best player of the game.
This time, Ronnie walked straight into Ferguson's office and took the initiative to ask for more playing time.
But Ferguson’s last reply to him was, “It’s not the time yet!”
Therefore, the Portuguese teenager could only vent his eagerness on the gym equipment.
They all joined the four major leagues. Ronnie's starting point was higher than Su Dong's. He joined the top giants Manchester United, while Su Dong went to the down-and-out Valencia. However, as a result, the two people's situations were completely different.
When Sudong scored the goal of Real Madrid and led Valencia to basically advance to the Champions League group stage, he could only make a fuss.
How could this make the arrogant Ronnie feel embarrassed?
He still called Su Dong to congratulate him and asked for a meal, but he stayed in the gym longer.
Arrive at Carrington earlier and leave later.
…
Mike Clegg walks into the gym.
It happened that Ronnie had finished his cycling training and came down panting to wipe his sweat.
"Mike, you're five minutes late." Ronnie pointed at the clock on the wall as a reminder.
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.
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"I now take English tutoring classes three times 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 British people only speak English." Ronnie also responded tit-for-tat.
"Please, this is England. Of course we speak English here. People will laugh at your non-standard spoken English."
"Whoever loves to laugh 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, helpless.
After playing this kind of talk a few times, he felt bored.
"Your bestie didn't score this time," Clegg said.
Ronnie's face was still very ugly, "But he assisted."
Just last night, Valencia challenged Slavia Prague away from home, and the two sides tied one to one.
Su Dong did not score this time, but assisted Aimar to score a goal.
With a score of 4-0 at home and a score of 1-1 on the road, Valencia advanced to the Champions League group stage with a total score of 5-1.
"That kid is really only eighteen years old?" Craig was a little unconvinced.
He is tall and strong, and is very intimidating on the court. Even two central defenders of Slavia Prague cannot hold him down, let alone one-on-one.
"September 13th is his birthday, and he will be nineteen years old 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 personal coaching team of four people."
"Oh, so you hired a chef, plus me, John and the others, your team also has four people."
Ronnie couldn't hold it back for a moment, he burst out laughing and flew a kick in the direction of Craig, but it was too far away to hit anyone.
"The old man promised me that if we draw lots in the group stage and we meet Valencia, he will let me play the whole game." Ronnie said with anticipation.
There is only one old man in his mouth, and that is Ferguson.
Mike Clegg looked at this simple boy with pitiful eyes. He was hesitating whether to break his unrealistic fantasy?
Finally, out of spite, he decided to break it off.
It always feels weird for a good young man to have fantasies about an old man in his sixties or seventies.
"Actually, as long as Valencia enters the group stage, it will be the first team."
"Ah?" Ronnie didn't understand for a moment.
"The Champions League points are traced back five years. Valencia gained enough European points in both 2000 and 2001, so now, after they enter the group stage, they are the first-tier team, just like us."
Ronnie's expression changed and he understood immediately.
According to the Champions League draw qualifications, the eight teams in the first pot will be divided into eight different groups and will only encounter teams in the other three pots. At least in the group stage, it is impossible to meet the teams in the first pot.
.
But that damn old man obviously didn’t say that!
Ronnie was very smart, especially when he saw Clegg's uncontrollable expression. He still didn't understand that he had been tricked by that damn old fox.
"What the hell, a man in his 60s or 70s is fooling his own players!" Ronnie was so angry that he cursed.
"This is not the first time, and it won't be the last time." Clegg said with an expression that I already knew.
Ronnie became more and more angry as he thought about it. The key was that he had no place to reason.
No wonder when he first asked to play Valencia, Ferguson agreed without even thinking about it, and he was very happy to do so.
Fortunately, Ronnie was very moved at the time and thought Ferguson understood his feelings. It turned out that the damn old man had already settled the account and it would not be cashed out until the end of February next year at the earliest.
Maybe we won’t meet Valencia this season!
This damn old man can fool his opponents, but he even fools his own people!
"Too bad!" Ronnie cursed angrily again.
…
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 after frowning and 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 dishonorable thing!"
"When it comes to swearing, who is afraid of whom?"
