Chapter 387 Start losing weight

   Coming out of the nursing home, Carl and others sent Lucky off.

   Lucky walked into the car and looked at their smiling faces. They liked themselves so much, they seemed to believe that they could give them everything they wanted.

  This kind of trust and expectation can not help but put great pressure on Lucky.

   Le Kai thinks that he has a good ability to withstand pressure, but at this moment, he still feels a mountain of pressure.

  That is Arsenal, a century-old club, and that is the common expectation of a huge base of fans.

   Champions League! !

  The car drove slowly, and the interior of the car was very quiet.

   Soon, the rain began to beat the car window, looking out through the hazy car window, Lucy looked out quietly.

  As a player, the Champions League is also his highest honor.

   No player can refuse the Champions League.

   But they also know how difficult the road will be.

  That is not a certain league, it is a stage that gathers the elites of the five major European leagues, including other leagues.

  There are the best players in the world, the best clubs and even the best coaches in the world.

  They want to fight and move forward in the same arena.

   And there is only one winner!

   They were crowned champions!

  Martin Hughes drove the car quietly. From time to time, he looked at Le Kai behind him through the rearview mirror. Compared with when he came, Le Kai became much more silent.

   Obviously, the words of those old fans moved Lucky.

  Recalling the past, Fabregas and Van Persie looked the same when they left.

   But, they all failed.

   And then all fled here, they not only left, but also abandoned the heavy responsibility that needed to be carried.

   This is what Martin Hughes looks down on them the most.

  How Lucky will choose, whether he can succeed, Martin Hughes does not know, but for some reason, there is a voice in his heart that makes him trust Lucky.

  The rain was getting heavier, and the raindrops slapped the car windows, making a crackling sound.

  The car is still very quiet.

  Martin Hughes turned on the fog lights, watched the wipers wipe left and right on the windshield, and his eyes were looking ahead.

   "What kind of stage is the Champions League final?"

  Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

  Martin Hughes froze for a moment.

   Lucky still tilted his head, propped his arm on his chin, and asked; "Arsenal has reached the Champions League final, I think you should know it too?"

  Martin Hughes was silent for a moment, and said: "I don't know what kind of mentality it is as a player, but as staff and fans, we were crazy happy at the time."

   Le Kai turned his head slowly and said, "How happy?"

Martin Hughes laughed; "At that time, the billboards on the outer walls of skyscrapers throughout North London were all in the name of Arsenal. Every day, planes would fly over London. They dragged their long tails and said 'Arsenal'. It's the catchphrase of a champion!"

  “Highbury and the Emirates Stadium are places of pilgrimage, and a large number of fans come here every day to pray.”

  “Before the final, we all firmly believed that the championship belongs to Arsenal!”

   Le Kai nodded and said: "But you failed!"

  Martin Hughes pursed his lips, obviously this was a very unpleasant remark.

  But he could only admit it and nodded: "Yes! We failed. When Lehman was sent off with a red card, my mind went blank. Although I didn't want to believe it, we were indeed very close to failure."

   "Do you think Barcelona stole your championship? Many people outside said so." Lucky asked

   "No!" Martin Hughes shook his head and said, "They played well, and we played well, but we made too many mistakes."

   Lucky continues to be silent

  The silence lasted for a long time this time, as if he was thinking about something.

  After a full five minutes, Lucky spoke again; "If...I mean, if I lead Arsenal to the Champions League, what would it be like?"

   Squeak! !

  Martin Hughes stopped the car on the side of the road in an emergency, his hands clenched the steering wheel, and he suddenly turned to look at Lucky.

  There was fanaticism in his eyes, and his tone was sonorous and beneficial; "Believe me, you will be Arsenal's legendary captain, the only legendary captain! No one can compare with you!"

   "Arsenal has many excellent captains!"

   "It's different!" Martin Hughes said in a serious tone: "You are different from them. If you really help Arsenal win the Champions League, you will be a legend, the only legend!"

   "That's the moment to touch the sky!"

   "A little faster on your feet! Small steps! Keep going! Don't stop! It's too slow!"

  In the Kearney training base, Patrice and Lucky conducted special training again.

   This time is to train Lucky's foot frequency.

  In the previous games, Lucky was almost nonexistent, but if he wants to become a B2B player who can play anywhere, he must have sufficient technical ability.

   Lucky is very dissatisfied with the frequency of his feet, which is also the limit of Lucky's development direction.

  In the past, Lucky only wanted to be a defensive midfielder, for which he needed tonnage to support him.

   But now, if he wants to become an all-around midfielder, some changes are needed.

  The plan that Patrice made for him was "fat reduction" + "foot frequency" training.

   Lucky’s weight is too heavy, which also leads to the problem that the legs need to bear too much pressure and the center of gravity shifts slowly when moving left and right and changing direction.

   Therefore, Lucky needs to lose weight!

  Although he will lose a certain amount of physical confrontation ability, in order to achieve a more comprehensive goal, Lucky must make some sacrifices.

  Under his eyes, Le Kai is sweating profusely in training.

  Patrice is still extremely strict, and he rarely refuses Lucky's proposal.

   Moreover, he also felt that what Lucky should go was an all-around midfielder, not a mere sweeper.

   "The Passion of Patrice is about to begin again!"

  Goalkeeper coach Gerry Payton said with a smile.

   Whenever Lucky puts forward new requirements, Patrice has to formulate a training plan and accompany Lucky to undergo rigorous training.

   Whether an old bone can support it is a question.

   On the contrary, Wenger smiled and said: "Patrice is very happy!"

   Gerry Payton looked surprised.

  That Patrice who always has a 'don't mess with me' expression will also be happy sometimes?

   But only Wenger knows that the stricter Patrice's training means the happier he is.

   "The frequency of the feet is slow! Continue! Be intense! Raise your thighs!"

  Patrices roared loudly, while Lucky gritted his teeth and ran sideways in small horizontal circles.

   Every time you have to step on the same circle with both feet back and forth, and complete two small circles in turn.

   After finishing a set, Lucy's thighs felt as if they were burning, stiff and numb.

  Ah~~~~~!

   After completing a set.

   Le Kai lay directly on the ground, kneading his thighs and calves frantically with both hands.

  He felt that his legs were already numb, as if they were about to fall off.

  Patrice came over and said, "The third group, there are three more groups!"

   Lucky kept massaging his legs and said, "How long will it take for the effect?"

   "I don't know!" Patrice shook his head; "This is just part of the training, you still need to lose weight!"

   After finishing speaking, he said; "Dinner has been prepared by the restaurant, and every meal in the future must be settled at the training base. You can't eat anything when you go home."

   Le Kai nodded, he still has this bit of self-control.

   After finishing speaking, Patrice looked at his watch and said, "It's time, next group!"

   Le Kai propped up his hands, immediately got up and devoted himself to training again.

   Both of them are training in full swing.

   Lucky's low growls from time to time and Patrice's roars made the Arsenal players on the scene look sideways.

   "Captain, did you train like this before?"

   Di Maria asked in amazement.

   Chamberlain nodded and said, "It was more ruthless before."

  Kanter stared in Lucky's direction, and he relaced his sneakers.

   Two more laps!

   Practice for an extra hour!

   Chamberlain looked at Lucy with complicated eyes.

  He was puzzled.

  Everyone’s transition is a huge test, but it’s like a joke when you come to Lucky.

  From being a sweeper at the beginning to gradually mastering organizational skills and core direction development, now he wants to become an all-round midfielder.

  This **** is desperately pulling out new weapons one by one.

   If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it!

   This is a big pervert!

  Normal people don't compare with him!

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  (end of this chapter)