Chapter 83: Real Madrid's Abandoned General

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After defeating Crystal Palace, Arsenal is still advancing in the standings.

Their state is still extremely hot, but Manchester City is the same, and they still maintain an unbeaten record. Manchester City has not lost a game, and Arsenal can only wait patiently.

Although Arsenal has created a legendary record of winning the championship without losing, they do not believe that Manchester City can replicate this record. For this reason, Arsenal can only wait patiently for the opponent's failure.

At the same time, the Arsenal team is also conducting some cooperation training.

Mourinho's recent tactical brain hole is very big, and he can always come up with new things.

Sometimes, Arsenal players don’t know what they are practicing specifically, anyway, it gives them a very "new" feeling.

The head coach asked, so they naturally had to obey.

At about 3 pm, the day's training ended.

Arsenal players began to leave the stadium in batches, while Lucky looked around and looked around twice in a row, but he didn’t see Arteta.

As an assistant coach, Arteta should have accompanied the training at the training ground, but at this time, he did not see him.

Lekai could only go to Mourinho.

"He is on a business trip!"

Mourinho's answer was very concise.

Lekai was surprised; "Business trip?"

It is rare for an assistant coach to go on a business trip, and he is not accompanied by the head coach.

Mourinho nodded and said; "He went to the Netherlands, and I assigned him some tasks."

Thinking of the upcoming winter window, Lekai nodded slightly.

It is probably because of the transfer issue.

"Do you have anything to do?" Mourinho asked.

Lekai scratched his cheek: "I want him to take me to practice."

Hearing this, Mourinho raised his eyebrows and said; "How about I accompany you?"

Lekai was stunned for a moment.

Mourinho smiled and waved his hand; "Just a joke, you go find other assistant coaches, they are probably free!"

Lekai nodded and left.

As for the previous sentence, he pretended not to hear it.

Although Mourinho was born as a player, he did not play in the professional league.

Mourinho's evaluation of himself is also very straightforward.

'If I were the head coach, I would not choose myself as a player! '

Mourinho's specific football skills are unknown, but they should not be very good.

After all, in such a mature professional system in Europe, not being able to play professional football means everything in itself.

Helen, Friesland, Netherlands.

This is a beautiful town. The city is built on the mountain, giving people a feeling of going up layer by layer.

Especially after stepping on the winding path, climbing all the way up, and looking down from the top, the town surrounded by mountains and rivers is particularly beautiful.

Inside the train station in Helen.

With the arrival of an old train, a man in a windbreaker waved to the front and said, "Here!"

In front of him was a man wearing a long Nike down jacket with a suitcase, his whole face covered in a hood, and his face could not be seen clearly.

After getting closer, the man took off his hat, revealing a cheerful face, and smiled; "Mikel Arteta!"

It was Arteta, the assistant coach of Arsenal.

The man in the windbreaker also smiled and stretched out his hand; "Scout Mike Lewis, you can call me Lewis."

"Hello, Mr. Lewis."

After a brief greeting, the two walked out of the train station at the invitation of Lewis and got into a small Beetle sedan.

The sedan was a bit shabby and narrow, and it was a bit bumpy when driving on the road.

While driving, Louis smiled; "I'm sorry, this is the only car you can rent here. You know, the infrastructure here is not so perfect!"

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Arteta smiled; "European scouts should also improve their treatment. I heard that African scouts already have cars."

Louis shrugged; "European scouts rely on their legs, this is a consensus!"

Both laughed out loud.

Soon, Luis pointed to the locker in front of the co-pilot and said, "There are the documents you need."

Arteta opened the storage box, took out the documents inside, and glanced at them briefly.

The first thing that came into view was a fair face and a string of names.

Martin Odegaard.

"He joined Real Madrid in 2015, but has not been called up again since then. He is probably in a state of abandonment. He joined FC Heerenveen in the Eredivisie in January this year and has scored one goal so far this season."

After a brief introduction, Luis turned to Arteta and said, "I don't quite understand the club's choice. The performance of this player is not worthy of our attention!"

Arteta said, "He performed very well last season."

Luis: "But he has been studied thoroughly."

Arteta shrugged and said, "But we see his potential."

"Okay!" Luis shook his head and said, "I don't know what you mean by potential, but I can tell you responsibly that it is a spoiled child."

"Spoiled child?" Arteta was puzzled.

Luis: "Tomorrow we have a match against Heerenveen, then you will understand everything!"

The next day, the 18th round of the Dutch Eredivisie, the last match before the winter break.

In this game, Heerenveen lost to Alkmaar 1:3 at home.

And the fans in the stadium vented their anger at the loss on their No. 10.

That is, Odegaard, who is known as the ‘Norwegian genius’.

“Useless!!!”

“Useless!!!!!!!”

“You wasted our rent!”

“Get out!”

Facing the angry Heerenveen fans, Odegaard, who was pale in the stadium, still raised his chin and glared at the opponent, like a child who refused to admit defeat.

He seemed to think that this would not appear weak.

“See! I was right! He is a spoiled child!”

In the noisy environment, Luis had to shout out, he looked at Arteta and said; “Look at how many opportunities he wasted, he played too alone!”

Arteta did not respond, but looked at the court, with an inexplicable brilliance in his eyes.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Heerenveen’s locker room was dead silent.

Losing the game and playing unhappily, everyone’s expression was very ugly.

After Odegaard walked into the locker room, the atmosphere became even worse.

His teammates didn't even look at him straight in the eye. Odegaard also walked straight to his locker and began to change clothes silently.

"Some people always think they are geniuses, but they are actually shit!"

Tosby cursed in a low voice.

This sentence made Odegaard on the side suddenly jump up.

"Asshole! Just come at me if you want to say something!"

Odegaard was about to rush to the other side, but the captain Ferman stopped him.

At this time, Odegaard was thin and weak, and was far from being the opponent of Captain Ferman. He was trapped by the latter.

"Calm down!"

Ferman shouted in a low voice.

Odegaard was still struggling.

"Calm down! ——"

Ferman raised his voice again and threw Odegaard to the locker fiercely. With a huge "dong" sound, Odegaard finally stopped struggling in pain, and Ferman stared at Odegaard.

"I think what Tosby said makes sense. We don't need a player who doesn't belong to the team."

Odegaard said angrily; "That's because you can't keep up with my pace."

After saying that, he thought the captain would be furious, but Fellman looked at him coldly and said; "Okay, then you go to the team that can keep up with your pace. There is no place for you here!"

Fellman turned and left, and the other Heerenveen players also walked out one after another.

Soon, Odegaard was the only one left in the locker room.

Odegaard lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, he punched the locker with all his strength and vented loudly; "Shit!"

Outside the stadium, the bus had already left, and the bus didn't even take Odegaard away.

The latter could only take a taxi and leave by himself.

Sitting on the bus going home, Odegaard lowered the brim of his hat very low, buried his head in his clothes, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

After all, he is just a 20-year-old teenager, far from growing up.

Facing the scolding of his teammates and the dissatisfaction with the current situation, the depression in his heart made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

Anger, grievance, dissatisfaction, hatred, etc.

At this time, Odegaard didn't even know why he was still playing football.

Playing football is actually not happy!