Arsenal held a grand championship parade.
Before the 2006 Champions League final against Barcelona, Arsenal actually planned the driving route for the post-match parade and celebration in advance, and also erected traffic control signs. Of course, it turned out to be a joke in the end.
Fortunately, the tragedy did not happen again this time.
The float started from the Emirates Stadium and paraded along the streets around North London. More than 300,000 Gunners fans gathered on both sides of the streets to celebrate the first continental top honor in the team's history.
In such an exciting scene, the players must have something to say.
Vice-captain Per Mertesacker was particularly passionate, and his loud chorus with the fans pushed the parade to its first climax.
The voice of "I will be a Gunner until my death" spread throughout the streets of London, making Tottenham fans want to go to the streets and kill people.
But their humiliation was not over yet.
When the microphone was passed to Little Threat, this guy was trying to make fun of them.
"Tai Ziwei" shouted: "What do you think of Tottenham?"
The fans below immediately responded at the top of their lungs, "Shit!"
Wilsey shouted again: "What do you think about shit?"
The gun fans immediately responded in unison: "Tottenham!"
Wilshere nodded with satisfaction before handing the microphone to Lin Yun.
Lin Yun is a big-time man on the court, but when he got here, he couldn't let go. He could only shout in a relatively normal manner: "Tell me, who is the Champions League champion..."
"Arsenal!"
The fans below responded wildly, but his teammates looked at him with contempt.
I can’t even pretend to be cool.
Wilshere suddenly snatched the microphone back, then held Lin Yun's shoulder with one hand and held the microphone in the other hand, shouting, "Tell me, who is the best striker in England?"
"Forest!"
"Who is the best striker in Europe?"
"Forest!"
"Who is the best striker in the world?"
"Lin! Lin! Lin!"
"Hahaha!" Wilshere patted Lin Yun's shoulder, "Did you hear that, man, this is a celebration!"
Walcott also shook his shoulders excitedly, "Remember, we are the champions and you are the Champions League golden boot! Be crazy! Be arrogant! Now is not the time to be humble!"
Lin Yun turned his head and said, "Are you sure you want me to be a little crazier?"
"Of course," Walcott said, "Don't you know how crazy you are? 15 goals! The Champions League single-season scoring record! If it were me, I would be floating!"
"Okay," Lin Yun nodded, "See you on the track tomorrow."
"Huh? What does that mean?"
"I feel like my speed has become a little faster recently, but I don't know if it's an illusion. I need you to help me verify it."
Speaking of this, Walcott got excited, "Brother, I'm just asking you to be a little crazy, not asking you to make a wish."
Others immediately booed.
"We must go! This time I support Lin!"
"One hundred euros, I also support Lin!"
"Damn it, it's popular to buy unpopular products, right? Then I'll follow a hundred."
"A hundred euros is money, so I'd better buy them and tie."
"...A tie? This is definitely the worst time Theo has been hacked."
There are thousands of fast horses on the green lawn, and Great Britain accounts for half of them.
Walcott can stand out among a group of sprinters in the Premier League and turn speed into one of his most distinctive labels. That is definitely the top level in the world.
Looking at the entire football world, it seems that Bale and Robben are the only two who can challenge Walcott in terms of speed, right?
In the Arsenal team, Lin Yun is recognized as the second fastest player, only one step slower than Theo Walcott. But the key is that this guy is still growing. No one knows whether he is really secretly improving again. Some.
So several idle people became interested and made an appointment to help them as referees tomorrow.
But the fact is that no one can get up the next day.
Totally turned into a drunk cat.
Except for Lin Yun, he still used the excuse of being underage and never drank.
So Lin Yun could only leave the hotel by himself the next day and came to the training base.
His current mood is just like when his mother bought him a small umbrella when he was a child, and then he excitedly expected it to rain soon. As soon as he arrived at the base, he couldn't wait to change his equipment and came to the training ground.
There is no doubt that the lightning speed is a speed talent. According to the system, it is one level higher than the green horse.
Without a reference, Lin Yun could only feel it on his own.
I don't know if it was a psychological effect or if the improvement was really that obvious. Anyway, when he started running, he felt that he was indeed much faster.
The feeling of being able to control the wind, thunder, and the moon by force is simply exhilarating.
He didn't know that just as he had just changed into his training clothes, the uncrowned kings of Fleet Street were already hurriedly planning another wave of hot searches for him.
But even this well-informed group of British journalists are still a little confused.
They looked at the photo captured by the paparazzi of Lin Yun entering the Kearney training base, and could not recover for a long time.
Even if you are just a primary school student, after a semester of hard study, you should always reward yourself with a few days of vacation when the holidays come, right?
Where is Lin Yun?
On the third day after winning the Champions League, I resumed training on my own.
If he doesn't succeed, who will succeed?
"Send it! Send it immediately! I want the whole UK, no, the whole world to know that his success is not accidental!"
"Let those guys who are almost as lazy as pigs see how the best forward in the world is trained."
"Isn't this... just a show? I always feel that this guy is pretty good at acting."
"I'm convinced! I'm more talented than everyone else and work harder than everyone else. I don't intend to give others a way to survive."
Ever since, when the fans turned on the news in a daze, they found themselves being swiped by Lin Yun again.
This guy is currently in the limelight of the entire football world, and he should be on the hot search. But everyone originally thought that the news reported that he made some joke at the celebration party, but what they didn't expect to see was A short inspirational essay.
""Genius Comes from Self-Discipline": On the third day of the championship, at 8:30 in the morning, when his teammates were still holding medals and sleeping with beautiful women in their arms, Lin had already stepped into Cole's as usual. The gate of the Nigeria training base. For him, the Champions League championship seems to be just a simple test, which simply disrupts the rhythm of his life..."
""How Champions Are Made": Young Lin taught everyone a good lesson, but I still want to persuade him that he really doesn't need to work so hard. I don't know if his training like this is scientific or not. I All I know is that what he should do now is enjoy his vacation..."
Not to mention other people, even Lin Ming and Isabella were confused when they saw the news.
What kind of virtues do you have that you don’t know?
self-discipline? There must be some, and it does make people worry a lot less than many naughty kids, but if you say you are self-disciplined to this extent... they don't believe it anyway.
Others could only make random guesses and compliments, but they just made a phone call.
"Sweetheart, have you been hit by something? Your confession was rejected?"
"..." Lin Yun already knew that something had happened, so he could only continue acting, "No, I just feel that I haven't done enough!"
"...Then what do you think should be enough?"
Lin Yun entered the scene very quickly, "Well, I feel like I can score 20 goals, but you know, I missed too many opportunities..."
"I don't know how Wenger taught you, but I know that what you need to do most now is to have a good rest. We will take leave now. You think about where to go. Well, how about Switzerland?"
"It's up to you," Lin Yun thought for a moment, "but I want to go see the sea."
"Okay, then choose between Hawaii and the Maldives, or do you have a better choice?"
"It's up to you," Lin Yundao said, "but I can't set off until the day after tomorrow."
The reason why I postponed it for a day was naturally to use Walcott to try the knife.
It wasn't until Lin Yun called again to ask for a fight that Walcott was sure that this kid was serious, so he happily accepted the challenge.
The staff at the Kearney training base thought they had made a mistake.
The team is obviously on holiday, so what are these guys doing here? More training? Are they all involved to this extent now?
With three parts curiosity, three parts suspicion and one part gossip, everyone followed them to the training ground.
The so-called speed on the football field is of course not a simple 100-meter race, but the starting speed, absolute speed, acceleration, speed without the ball, and speed with the ball within ten meters, twenty meters, thirty meters, fifty meters, etc. , straight-line running speed, arc running speed, speed around obstacles, etc.
Of course, Lin Yun and Walcott couldn't do it all, so they agreed to only compete in five rounds of 20-meter return runs and one round of 50-meter straight runs.
Wilshere pinched his watch, held a whistle in his mouth, and shouted vague commands.
"Everyone, one, two, three... beep!"
The whistle sounded, and Lin Yun and Walcott ejected to start the first round of competition.
"come on!"
"Hurry up, he's catching up!"
"Ouch? Did you really catch up?"
In the first round, there was almost no winner.
In the second round, Lin Yun seemed to be half a body behind, but he immediately caught up.
In the third round, the onlookers suddenly stopped cheering.
Because Lin Yun and Walcott fought evenly...
In the fourth round, there was still no winner.
In the fifth round, Lin Yun touched the line first due to his long hands.
The entire Colney training ground was silent.
Everyone looks at Walcott and Lin Yun, and they don't know whether the former has regressed or the latter has really improved.
Walcott has begun to doubt life.
"...I drank too much in the past two days...I was overdrafted last night...I'm really too tired during this period..." Little Tiger tried his best to find reasons for himself, and then he hurriedly hurriedly ignored the rest. Lin Yun was pulled onto the 50-meter track.
The result this time was quite obvious. The two were almost indifferent throughout the whole process.
Walcott refused and suggested running with the ball.
This time he lost a bit completely.
Is it a joke to have a natural sense of ball...
(End of chapter)
