Chapter 77: Start Losing Weight

After coming out of the nursing home, Carl and others bid farewell to Lucai.

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

This kind of trust and expectation can't help but put huge pressure on Lucai.

Lucky thought that his ability to withstand pressure was very good, but at this moment, he still felt a mountain-like 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 was very quiet inside.

Soon, the rain began to beat against the car window. Looking out through the hazy car window, Lucai looked quietly at the outside world.

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

No player can refuse the Champions League.

But they also know how difficult it will be along the way.

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

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

They want to fight forward on the same playing field.

And there is only one winner!

They were named champions!

Martin Hughes drove quietly. From time to time he looked at Lucky behind him through the rearview mirror. Lucky became much quieter than when he arrived.

Obviously, the words of those old fans moved Lucai.

Looking back on the past, Fabregas and Van Persie looked the same when they left.

However, they all failed.

Then they all fled here. Not only did they leave, but they also abandoned the heavy responsibilities they needed to bear.

This is what Martin Hughes despises most about them.

Martin Hughes didn't know how Lucky would choose and whether he could succeed, but for some reason, there was a voice in his heart that told him to trust Lucky.

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

The car was still quiet.

Martin Hughes turned on his fog lights and watched the wipers swipe left and right across the windshield, his eyes looking straight ahead.

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

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Martin Hughes was stunned for a moment.

Lucky still tilted his head, supporting his chin with his arm, and asked, "Arsenal has reached the Champions League final, I think you should know that, right?"

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

Lucky slowly turned his head and said, "How happy are you?"

Martin Hughes laughed; "At that time, all the billboards on the outer walls of the skyscrapers in North London were full of Arsenal's name. Every day, planes would fly over London, and they would drag their long tails with the words 'Arsenal is Arsenal'." Champion's slogan!"

"Highbury and the Emirates Stadium are places of pilgrimage. A large number of fans come here every day to pray."

"Before the final, we all firmly believed that the championship belonged to Arsenal!"

Lucky nodded and said, "But you failed!"

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

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

"Do you think Barcelona stole your championship? Many people in the outside world say so." Lucky asked

"No!" Martin Hughes shook his head: "They played very well, and we also played very well, but our mistakes were too big."

Lucky continues to remain silent

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

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

Squeak!

!

Martin Hughes stopped the car suddenly on the side of the road, clutched the steering wheel with his hands, and suddenly turned to look at Lucky.

There was a fanatical look in his eyes, and his tone was sonorous and helpful: "Believe me, you will be Arsenal's legendary captain, the only legendary captain! No one can compare with you!"

"Arsenal has many good 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 was a moment that touched the sky!"

"Put your feet faster! 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 it was to train Lucky’s foot frequency.

In previous games, Lucai has almost never excelled, but if you want to become a B2B player who can play anywhere, you must have sufficient technical capabilities.

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

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

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

The plan Patrice made for him was 'fat loss' + 'foot frequency' training.

Lucky's weight is too heavy, which also leads to the problem of excessive pressure on the legs when moving left and right and changing direction, and the center of gravity shifts slowly.

Therefore, Lekai needs to lose weight!

Although he will lose some physical confrontation ability, Lekai must make some sacrifices for a more comprehensive goal.

In front of him, Lekai is training hard.

Patrese is still very strict. He rarely refuses Lekai's proposal.

Moreover, he also thinks that Lekai should be an all-around midfielder, not a simple sweeper.

"Patrais's suffering is about to begin again!"

Goalkeeper coach Gerry Peton said with a smile.

Whenever Lekai puts forward a new request, Patrese has to make a training plan for it and accompany Lekai in strict training.

Whether an old bone can support it is a question.

On the other hand, Wenger smiled and said: "Patrais is very happy!"

Gerry Peton was surprised.

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

But only Wenger knows that the stricter Patreis trains, the happier he is.

"The foot frequency is slow! Keep going! Be intense! Lift your thighs!"

Patrais roared loudly, while Lekai gritted his teeth and ran sideways in small horizontal circles.

Every time, both feet must step forward and backward in the same circle, and complete two small circles in sequence.

After completing a set, Lekai's thighs felt like they were burning, stiff and numb.

Ah~~~~~!

After completing a set.

Lekai lay directly on the ground, kneading his thighs and calves frantically with his hands.

He felt that both legs were numb and were about to fall off.

Patrais came over and said; "The third set, there are three more sets!"

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

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

Lekai nodded, he still had this self-control.

After speaking, Patreis looked at the watch and said; "Time is up, next set!"

Lekai supported his hands and immediately got up and devoted himself to training again.

Both of them were training enthusiastically.

The occasional growl of Lucky and the roar of Patras made the Arsenal players on the scene look sideways.

"Is the captain trained like this before?"

Di Maria asked in amazement.

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

Kante looked in the direction of Lucky and tied the laces of his sneakers again.

Run two more laps!

Train for an extra hour!

Chamberlain looked at Lucky with complicated eyes.

He was puzzled.

Everyone's transformation is a huge test, but it's like a joke for Lucky.

From the beginning of the sweeper to gradually mastering the organizational ability and the core direction of development, now he has to become an all-around midfielder.

This new weapon is desperately pulled out.

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

This is a big pervert!

Normal people don't compare with him!