Chapter 110: New Year and New Teammates

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On January 1st, entering the new year, the whole of London also entered a new look.

First, all the sanitation workers went out to clean the whole city, and then to rectify the football market and some thorny fans.

Without these pollutions, London has become much quieter and more peaceful.

London is still very cold in winter.

Although the temperature is around 1 degree, the cold wind gives people a feeling of continuous coldness and nowhere to hide.

Europeans rarely install air conditioners, and the cost of diesel heating is very high, so they are reluctant to spend money on this.

For this reason, most Europeans rely on hard resistance in winter, or some wealthy people rely on natural gas.

At Heathrow Airport, Dembélé, wearing a thick down jacket, walked off the plane.

The first thing I felt was a chill.

Compared with Barcelona's weather of around 8 or 9 degrees, it is obviously colder here.

For this reason, he specially bought a long down jacket to arm himself.

On January 1st, the winter transfer window opened.

The loan contract signed between Arsenal and Barcelona has officially come into effect, and Dembele rushed to London without stopping.

He didn't want to miss any training session here.

In Barcelona, ​​he has been on the bench for a long time. He came to Arsenal to prove himself and seek new opportunities.

"It's so cold here!"

Dembele put his hands in his pockets and turned to look at his agent.

"This is the weather in London. Of course, the summer here will not be as hot as Barcelona!"

After the agent said briefly, they saw a sturdy man holding a sign in the hall.

Bald head, woolen coat, face full of flesh, burly body, looking like a bodybuilder.

"There!"

The agent pointed, and the two walked over quickly.

"Hello, I'm Dembele!"

Dembele took the initiative to say hello.

The man laughed and walked over to hug Dembele.

Dembele was a little overwhelmed by this enthusiasm.

"My name is Martin Hughes, I am the manager of Arsenal. You can find me if you encounter any problems in the team, except for training."

Martin Hughes pointed behind him and said, "Then shall we go?"

Dembélé nodded.

The three of them came to the underground parking lot, Martin Hughes sat in the driver's seat, turned around and smiled, "This is my second time picking up a player, guess who is the first player I picked up?"

Dembélé looked at the agent, and they looked at each other.

"That's right! It's Kai!"

Martin Hughes almost answered himself, he laughed, "I still remember that it was a bad weather, I was complaining about Fabregas that bitch in the car, Kai was sitting next to me, listening silently, he was very calm at the time, and this calmness also made him the captain of Arsenal!"

For Martin Hughes, picking up Lucky from the airport to the training base and being the first person to contact Lucky made him feel very proud.

"We have a good record now and we are performing well, but looking back seven or eight years ago, that period was really difficult to maintain. I couldn't imagine that there would be such a day! Hahahaha! Manchester City, Tottenham, Chelsea, Liverpool, Manchester United were all defeated by us."

"Have you seen that game? We beat Manchester United 3:1 away! That's great."

Martin Hughes kept talking all the way, but this did not disgust the two.

After all, silence is the most boring environment.

"Mr. Mourinho is waiting for you two!"

Now Dembé is interested in talking to the agent.

The agent quickly asked; "Mr. Mourinho has the idea of ​​renewing the contract with us?"

The agent believes that Martin Hughes, as the team manager, should know some inside information.

But Martin Hughes shook his head and said, "I don't know. This is the first team's business. We can't intervene, and he won't tell us, but"

Martin Hughes turned to look at Dembélai and said, "If you perform well, we will renew or even buy out your contract."

Dembélai scratched his head. In fact, he had no intention of staying in Arsenal, at least so far.

Soon, the three arrived at the training base.

Along the way, the road was smooth and the time was shortened a lot.

Martin Hughes led the two into the office building and went directly to Mourinho's office.

Knock on the door!

Dongdong!

"Come in!"

Martin Hughes pushed the door open and said, "Sir, we brought them here."

Mourinho was working on some documents with his head down. He waved at them without raising his head, and Martin Hughes immediately understood.

"Let's go to the conference room and wait, and the sir will be here soon."

After that, the three walked out of the office and came to the conference room next door.

It's more of a living room than a conference room.

The decoration is still very good.

Arsenal's team logo can be seen everywhere, but it is not messy, but carefully designed.

Martin Hughes pulled out a set of tea sets from the side and brewed a pot of tea.

"Try it, this is the tea Kai brought from his hometown, it's still delicious."

Dembele nodded, took a sip, and his eyes lit up.

When he was in Barcelona, ​​he tasted Messi's mate tea.

But then he stopped drinking it. He couldn't stand the strong taste of yerba mate, and compared to that kind of tea, this one was much sweeter and more refreshing.

And the tea quilt is also more exquisite.

Dembe came to take a sip.

Seeing that Dembe liked to drink, Martin Hughes smiled and said: "I can bring you some when I go back later."

"Thank you!" Dembe came to express his sincere thanks.

Squeak!

At this time, the door opened.

Mourinho pushed through the door.

Dembeilai and his agent became nervous instantly.

After all, the man in front of him is a world-famous coach, and he is also the head coach of the now arrogant Arsenal.

After Mourinho sat down, he crossed his legs and looked at Dembe and said, "I'm not good at talking nonsense, so I just said it directly. You will be Aubameyang's substitute. Of course, the substitute can also become the starter." , it depends on your performance.

"My purpose of loaning you here is simple. We need a stronger left-wing breakthrough, and your ability on the wing makes me attracted. But I don't like the way you play now," Mourinho frowned; " So weak!”

Dembe came and pursed his lips and asked: "How do you want me to play football?"

There was no retort or complaint, just direct questions.

Mourinho likes this character.

"Just like you did at Dortmund, be a breakthrough player on the wing and the team will give you enough support for that."

Dembe nodded confidently, "I won't let you down."

Mourinho stood up and was about to leave, but Dembe came and said quickly: "I have prepared something."

Mourinho turned to look at Dembe.

I saw the latter taking out a piece of paper from his backpack.

"This is some information that I combined my abilities with the Arsenal team in the past half month. I hope it will be helpful to you."

Mourinho looked at Dembe in surprise.

This was the first time he saw a player proactively send his own information.

This is like saying, ‘This is the contribution I can make to the team at the moment’.

This kind of proactive performance is still very novel.

Mourinho took the document: "I will read it, but the specific method of playing football still needs to be arranged by the coaching staff."

"I understand! I will obey the arrangement!"

Dembe came with a good attitude.

After Mourinho left, Dembe breathed out slowly.

"We should go back."

The agent also nodded.

Martin Hughes: "I'm sending you off. Have you found a place to live?"

"Found it, I'll send you the address."

After receiving the address, Martin Hughes raised his eyebrows slightly.

The agent smiled.

“What a great place.”

Martin Hughes smiled, shrugged and said, "Let's go."

The address Dembe came to choose was not Canary Wharf, where land is at a premium, nor Battersea, or any other affluent area in London.

It is a single-family villa located in the suburbs.

But what's interesting is that there are many Arsenal players living in this community.

Among them are players such as Lucky, Kante, Giroud, etc.

But the most interesting thing is that the address of Dembelai’s villa is 205-2.

Lucky's address is 205-1 and Kanter's is 205-3.

This guy is right in the middle of the two.