Chapter 200 Chelsea's winter transfer preparations, Lukaku, or...

After beating Liverpool, Jiang Yuan got permission from Mourinho to go to Porto to see his family.

The good news is that his parents and younger brother have adapted well and are not bothered by Portugal's climate and diet.

However, the bad news is that Jiang Yuan learned from Porto U11 head coach Traoren that although Jiang Hao likes football very much, his talent is very average. At least, based on Jiang Hao's current performance, Traoren did not see any talent worth cultivating.

According to Porto's youth training tradition, players of this level would be returned to the youth training school after a maximum of three months of observation, but because of Jiang Yuan's "instructions", Traoren kept Jiang Hao.

Mourinho only gave Jiang Yuan one extra day of vacation as a reward for his hat trick. Including the vacation after the game, Jiang Yuan stayed in Porto for two days.

The training time passed very slowly, but for some reason, Jiang Yuan always felt that his time in Porto was like a progress bar, going by so fast that it was unbelievable. Before he could react, it was already the last night.

Le monument restaurant
"Xiaoyuan, do you have to leave today? Do you want mom to go to London to accompany you..."

"Hey, Huiqing!"

Dong Huiqing wanted to go to London with Jiang Yuan, but Jiang Shengping, who was sitting next to her, gave her a look. In Jiang Shengping's opinion, only men understand boys, and Dong Huiqing's behavior would only annoy Jiang Yuan.

17 years old is the rebellious period for children!
However, what Jiang Shengping didn't know was that Jiang Yuan in front of him had long passed the rebellious stage. He looked 17 years old, but the experience of two lives and the pressure of professional football gave him a new perspective on life and family.

"Mom, if you want to come, you may have to wait for a few months. I haven't bought a house there yet."

Jiang Yuan touched his nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

When Mourinho mentioned it before, he should have sold the house first. He was only thinking about himself.

There is no problem for Jiang Yuan to live in the staff dormitory, but not for his mother.

“Buying a house…”

Hearing this, Dong Huiqing suddenly regretted bringing up this topic: "Houses in London should be quite expensive, right?"

"Well... I remember it was about 100 million pounds, which is enough to buy a villa. If it was near Cobham, it might be cheaper, but I heard from my teammates that the facilities in the villas at Cobham are not good, and they often can't find workers to change the water in the swimming pool."

Jiang Yuan began to analyze, and the teammate he was referring to was naturally the team captain Terry. Although Terry did not live in Cobham, as a veteran of the Blues, he was very familiar with Cobham.

“Forty thousand pounds?”

Dong Huiqing opened her mouth and said, "Xiaoyuan...why don't you buy a house? It will be too stressful. After you retire, you can live at home with your parents. Your mother will cook for you and wash your clothes. You don't have to spend any money!"

Jiang Shengping was afraid that Dong Huiqing's words would offend Jiang Yuan, so he wanted to stop Dong Huiqing from speaking, but in the end he did not speak.

Isn't what Dong Huiqing said exactly what he was thinking in his heart?

Living in the same house with your children when you are old, fishing or taking a walk when you are free, this is the ultimate ideal of the older generation!

"It's okay, don't worry about it. One million pounds is not a small amount, but I can still get it if I work hard for a few months."

Seeing that Dong Huiqing was worried about the pressure, Jiang Yuan quickly explained: "Don't think that my annual salary is only a little over 100 million pounds, but in fact, if the team wins a game or scores a goal, I can get a bonus. So you don't have to worry at all."

When chatting with old friends, you have to brag a little, but when talking to family members, Jiang Yuan always adheres to the principle of only reporting good news and not bad news.

If Jiang Yuan had anything bothering him, he would definitely not tell Dong Huiqing, because she would not be able to help and would not be able to sleep.

"So do you have to leave tonight? Can you stay another day?"

Dong Huiqing asked, while her hands under the table kept pulling Jiang Shengping's thighs, wanting Jiang Shengping to help say a few words and persuade Jiang Yuan.

"Mom, two days is the limit. I have a European... a very important football match the day after tomorrow. Don't worry, I will buy a house in England soon. When Jiang Hao's training is over, I will take you all to England."

The youth training levels of Porto and Chelsea are not much different, but youth training emphasizes continuity. So Jiang Yuan considered that after half a year, that is, after Jiang Hao finished his second, third, and fourth training in Porto, Jiang Yuan would bring Jiang Hao to Chelsea.

It is not a new thing in world football for first-team players to send their children or younger generations of their family to play in the U-series echelon.

The club has never refused such behavior from players.

The participation of star players’ families often brings more attention to U-series competitions that were originally ignored!
"Okay, whatever's convenient for you."

Jiang Shengping, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke. In order to ease the embarrassment, he even found a waiter far away and said, "Hello, I need a bottle of red wine."

"Dad, you learn Portuguese very quickly!"

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but praise him.

"Hey, it's not that difficult. I can talk to my neighbors every day. I can't write, but I can communicate normally."

Jiang Shengping touched his chin when he was suddenly praised by his son. Although he had not drunk any alcohol, his face was slightly red.

A handsome white waiter brought the wine and performed a wine-opening show in front of Jiang Yuan and the other three.

Seeing that Jiang Shengping and Dong Huiqing's goblets were filled, Jiang Yuan pushed his cup over as well: "Give me one too, thank you."

"Huh? Aren't you professional athletes forbidden to drink alcohol by the team?"

Jiang Shengping covered Jiang Yuan's wine glass, not giving the waiter a chance to pour wine.

“There are no mandatory rules, don’t worry!”

Jiang Yuan pushed Jiang Shengping's hand away and signaled the waiter to pour the wine. After that, Jiang Yuan raised the glass.

"Dad, Mom, here's a toast to you!"

At this time, Jiang Hao, who was busy eating egg tarts, suddenly raised his head: "Three are missing one, three are missing one, and I'm still missing!"

"Screw you!"

Jiang Yuan took the glass from Jiang Hao's hand, and then raised the glass in front of him: "Dad, Mom, cheers!"

"cheers!"

……

At the same time, Mourinho, who had just finished team training, drove to Abramovich's mansion in London.

"Jose, my friend, please take a seat!"

At this time, Abramovich was half lying on the sofa in the living room, and three scantily clad white dancers were dancing in the room. Although Mourinho came to visit, Abramovich had no intention of asking these dancers to leave.

Mourinho walked past one of the dancers and sat on the sofa opposite Abramovich: "Mr. Roman, what I want to talk about is more serious..."

"arrow"

Abramovich spread his hands and drove all three dancers out: "Jose, please. By the way, you told me before that you wanted Lukaku. I will find a way to do this, but I can't guarantee it. You know, that guy is not cheap."

"This is what I want to tell you, things have changed, I don't want Romelu anymore..."

Mourinho looked a little embarrassed.

"What!?"

Abramovich suddenly sat up straight: "You told me not to ask anything, just buy him. But now you don't want him anymore, are you kidding me?" As a director of Chelsea, Abramovich is a little angry now. Mourinho mentioned the winter transfer to him a month ago and expressed his approval of Lukaku.

Out of support for Mourinho, Abramovich specifically asked someone to ask Everton about Lukaku's price, and even Lukaku himself was very happy to come to Chelsea.

As a result, when the transfer was about to go forward, Mourinho suddenly said no. Isn't this funny?

"Jose, so in your eyes, transfer is just a casual thing, right?"

Abramovich had a serious expression and his fierce eyes seemed to pierce through Mourinho's chest.

"No no no, sir, please listen to me."

Seeing that Abramovich was a little angry, Mourinho waved his hands repeatedly, signaling his boss to calm down first: "Romelu is a very good center forward. I am very interested in him. He can be a reinforcement for our center forward position. As you can see, as a center forward, Romelu's speed ability is very good."

"But that was a month ago. Now I have a new candidate."

After listening to Mourinho's explanation, Abramovich frowned, vaguely realizing that something was wrong: "Jose, tell me, is there any conflict in the team?"

"nonono!"

Mourinho shook his head repeatedly: "Believe me, there is no problem within the team, it's just that I have new ideas about tactics. Romelu is very good, but he is not the best solution for Chelsea"

"..."

Abramovich was silent for a while. Mourinho asked him to buy players, but now he suddenly doesn't want them. What's the difference between this and slapping himself in the face?
Seeing Abramovich didn't say anything, Mourinho chased him and said, "Sir, please believe me, I will bring more victories to the team."

"...Okay, tell me who you want. But remember, I am rich, but I am not omnipotent. Ronaldo and Messi are not within consideration."

Mourinho has a smile on his face: 'Zlatan'

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"Zlatan? You gave up a young talented center forward and turned around to tell me you wanted to buy Zlatan. If I remember correctly, he is almost 35 years old, right?"

Abramovich has been confused by Mourinho. In competitive sports, the younger the athlete, the greater their value. However, Mourinho did the opposite and gave up Lukaku, who is in his early 20s, to buy Ibrahimovic, who is almost 35 years old. Isn't this totally funny?

"34 years old!"

Mourinho corrected: "Sir, please believe me, you are rich, but we are facing professional football now, and I am an expert in this regard."

Abu was silent for a long time and was reluctant to speak.

……

"Move, move!"

The next day at Cobham base, Chelsea players started their training as usual, passing the ball in a small area.

After staying in Chelsea for such a long time, Jiang Yuan can clearly feel the difference in training between the Premier League team and the Portuguese Super League team.

It is true that Premier League players are all strong and healthy, but contrary to speculation, Premier League teams spend even less time on physical training than Portuguese Super League teams.

This is not without reason. Physical training must be accompanied by a lot of rest, but the intensity of Premier League teams' games is much higher than that of Portuguese Super League teams, which means that they do not meet the prerequisites for physical training.

Take Chelsea and Porto for example, Chelsea’s game density is almost twice that of Porto!
In this case, if the team wants to spend time on physical training, it will take a very big risk, because once the body is tired, not only will the team lose, but the players may even get injured.

The good thing is that the players who can start in the Premier League are all promoted from other leagues. These players generally have no lack of skills and physical strength, so they only need to do some simple training to maintain their abilities.

European football players generally start youth training at the age of 6, are promoted to a first-team at the age of 17-19, and reach their peak at the age of 25. The next step is to maintain their competitive form for 10 years (some players will play until they are 39 or even 40 years old).

During this time, the coach will not ask the players to make any progress. All the players need to do is to keep their game form as high as possible. That's enough.

"Hey!"

Zuma pushed Jiang Yuan away with his head, grabbed the ball before him, and then passed it successfully.

"Fuck!"

Jiang Yuan spread his hands: "A cow in heat!"

"Haha, little Kurt, did you hear that? Jiang said you are a cow in heat!"

Terry joked, and Zuma immediately got angry: "What, Jiang, you can't beat me so you can only talk, look at your small body. I only need to use a little force, and you will have to lie on the ground and call for your mother!"

"Come on you!"

Jiang Yuan rolled his eyes at Zouma. The recipe that Rozovic had customized for him worked well. Jiang Yuan's height remained at 1 meters, but his weight had reached 82 kg. This weight was not considered high in the Premier League, but with the help of inertia when running, Jiang Yuan could still knock away many people.

Of course, for a 200-pound guy like Zuma, Jiang Yuan could only watch. If he really rushed up to him, Zuma probably wouldn't even move.

"Little Kurt, with your speed, do I really need to hit you? Catch up with me first."

"Fuck! I'm a center back, you want to compete with me in speed?"

When it comes to speed, Zuma seems to have hit a sore spot in his heart, as he is least good at running. Of course, whenever someone makes fun of him for his speed, Zuma always uses the excuse of being a "center back".

At this time, Terry hooked the ball with his toes and bounced it twice: "Little Kurt, I'm also a central defender. Why, can I run with you?"

"Oh? Come on, run!"

"Little Kurt, go up and kill John!"

"Wow~!"

Everyone immediately started to light the fire, and Mourinho, who was standing outside the field, did not stop the players from enjoying themselves.

The training was going quite well. It was okay for the players to make some noise at this time. It was just the right thing to cheer up these young guys and prevent them from sleepwalking all day.

"Damn it! Even though I can't run fast, I can still outrun John. Come on. Let's run 100 meters!"

Zuma patted his thigh and stood on the same level as Terry, who winked at Jiang Yuan: "Jiang, you are the fastest, you can be our referee!"

"I'll make it more professional for you guys. You can run out when you hear me clap."

Jiang Yuan made an "OK" gesture and said, "The men's 2016m final of the 100 Rio de Janeiro Olympics is about to begin."

"On your marks..."

"set"

"Snapped!"

"Little Kurt, go!"

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PS: I want to be filled up with monthly tickets!
(End of this chapter)