"Guys, I know that training is over and everyone wants to leave, but I asked, can you stay for a while? I have something I want to tell you."
Standing in the locker room, Cannavaro Jr. spoke loudly. As the captain, his words represented the management in a sense, which gradually made the team quiet down.
Little Cannavaro took a breath and tried to calm himself down. He knew what was coming next would be difficult to say.
"What I want to say is our discipline problem. After Patrick Kluivert came here, in the past two weeks, he took two women to the hotel at 11 o'clock in the evening three times, and each time it was 3 midnight.
He just left at 1 o'clock." Cannavaro looked at Kluivert in the locker room, and his voice gradually became colder, "Who can tell me, is this the right thing to do?"
There was dead silence in the locker room. Everyone turned to look at Kluivert, but he didn't raise his head very much, looking indifferent.
"It's okay, right? I didn't leave a small tip." Seeing the silence of everyone else around him, Kluivert said, "I think it's okay."
"This is wrong." From the side, Milito spoke in a low voice, "Players cannot sleep so late at night. It will affect the training the next day."
"Do I need you to teach me?" Kluivert immediately said with a straight face, "Where were you when I defeated Milan and won the Champions League? Speak louder and let me listen. How many finals have you played in?
, how many championships have you won, tell me? Can you teach me how to use it?"
Milito's face turned red, but he couldn't say anything. He had good intentions and wanted to persuade him, but who would have thought that he would be scolded so harshly.
"Diego, ignore him. The more you kick him, the worse he gets. You don't need to listen to anything he says." Sitting in the corner, Tacchinadi, who had been silent the whole time, couldn't stand it. Milito was an honest man, and Tachi
Nadi didn't want to see him suffer, "The more you play now, the better you will be. You will be much better than him in the future. There is no need to pay attention to him."
"He is better than me?" Kluivert sneered, "Have you all forgotten that I was also a person alongside Ronaldo back then?"
"Well, they are all a waste of talent, trash who can never make anything in their lives." Tachinadi said, "You are worthy of competing with the kind of people who only know how to call talent all their lives, and competing with real good forwards for honor.
You can't afford to lose that person."
Kluivert suddenly stood up, but Tacchinardi just raised his head slightly on the bench and looked at Kluivert. After all, Tacchinardi was the former vice-captain of Juventus, and even Kluivert was not the same.
Willing to offend him, the two faced off for a while, but Kluivert sat down first.
"Paul, you are now the captain of Parma. There are some things you can say but I cannot say. But as a former vice-captain, I also have something to tell you." Tachinadi started to speak.
, "If someone in Juventus disrespects the rules and teammates so much, he will be beaten!"
"Beat?" Cannavaro said nothing, but Arshavin on the side spoke in surprise.
"Why do you think our team needs someone like Montero? Do you think the team's rules are passed down based on nonsense?" Tachinadi looked at Arshavin and smiled, "Isn't that a joke?
Why doesn't the coach come to the locker room? Why doesn't he come forward? Isn't it because there are some things that he can't come forward for?"
"Salary penalty, running penalty, penalty..."
"It's most practical to give him a beating." Tachinadi interrupted, "Anyway, anything that can force teammates to take action is not a good thing."
Arshavin stopped talking. He knew that the progress in the football world in recent years has made players richer and richer, and also made some old bad habits disappear, but he did not expect that there are still people who really miss that rough era.
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Cannavaro looked at Kluivert opposite him, and after a while, he finally mustered up the courage.
"It's wrong for you to do this." He walked up and said, "The team has regulations. If you go to bed before ten o'clock in the evening, if this problem is discovered, you will be fined. The coach doesn't know yet, and we don't know it yet.
I won’t report it, but you’d better correct your ways…”
"It's your brother's turn to tell me, maybe I'll think about it, you? You'd better take a break and don't bully you in the Champions League final. When I played in the European Cup, your brother couldn't even play as a central defender. Who are you?
?”
This time, it was Cannavaro's turn to blush, "I'm the captain! I'm the captain of this team!"
"Captain? It's just a fart. There is a vice-captain over there, but what happened? Wasn't he kicked out and came here? Next year, maybe it will be Del Piero's turn. Captain? It's just a fart. That's not it.
Was he kicked out like me?"
Kluivert's words finally made Tachinadi change his expression. He took a step forward and his expression became much darker, "Try saying something again."
Kluivert raised his head, but before he could say anything, he saw Melo standing up. He knew that Melo had practiced Sanda and he couldn't beat Melo.
Tachinadi looked at the other person, and at this time, waves surged in his heart. He is usually a low-key person, but he also has his own scars in his heart, and it will hurt him if the scars are revealed like this.
After taking two deep breaths, Tachinadi ignored him and walked to the center of the room, "Some people say that I was kicked out of Juventus and that I am a useless person to Juventus - I don't think so.
Unlike some people, I am at Juventus and serve Juventus. Even if I am not at Juventus, I still have to serve Juventus.
Ventus service! I am a Juventus player, before and now. What is the difference between me and some people? Let me tell you - I know what the spirit of Juventus is, I know the spirit of Juventus
What is the secret of victory, and I also know what to do to achieve Juventus-style victory!"
"Coach Li asked me to come here to teach you what is a better way to play football. I am a stupid person. I don't have any outstanding abilities or other abilities. I don't know how to play football."
Even better, what I will do is play well on the training ground and not cause trouble in the locker room. I am very stupid, but I know what kind of team locker room is a good locker room! What kind of team,
Be a good team! What is a good locker room? Everyone
What people are fighting for is training equipment, not good seats. Every time they train, they will only think that their training volume is too small, rather than that their training volume is too large. Everyone is competing to test their own skills.
Instead of cars, what everyone is talking about is a new pair of sneakers, not a new bedmate!" Tacchinardi yelled in the locker room, "You ask me what is a good locker room? Juventus
Tooth's locker room is the best locker room!"
The Juventus locker room has obviously been accused of being a cold, cruel and inhumane locker room, but at this moment, what came out of Tacchinardi's mouth seemed to be a fairyland.
"I haven't carefully counted it, but I guess I have the most honors among us! When I was at Juventus, I used to wonder why the simplest thing is to train hard and play well and win the championship.
You all can't do these things well, but now I understand, you don't even know what to pay attention to when playing football!"
"You think you have talent, you think you are good players? Shit! You, him, including the Ronaldo you are talking about, are all people who don't know what football should value! What football players should do is to train.
, compete, recover, and train again! Beauty, luxury cars, money, fame, fun—it’s not too late to do those things after retirement!”
"I don't know what kind of future Parma wants, what kind of football, but I know that wherever I set foot, I will play Juventus football! Overall football, mature and stable, perseverance and loyalty, this is Juventus
!I can’t tolerate this kind of football that is frivolous, sensual, independent and selfish!”
After sweeping away the crowd, Tachinadi spoke again, "I'm going to train. If you are willing to continue playing with him, I don't care about you. But if you are willing to leave with me, come with me now. What kind of faction is there?
It’s all nonsense, one group plays football well, and the other group doesn’t play well, it’s that simple. Now, anyone who is willing to play football well, come to the training ground!"
Watching his teammates file out of the locker room one by one, Tachinadi also raised his head, looked at Kluivert and said, "Didn't you ask me, what's the difference between you and me?"
That's the difference. No matter where I am, Juventus is in my heart. Wherever I go, the spirit of Juventus is there.
It’s a place where I have passed away! I have learned advanced concepts, and I can pass them on, and you, no matter when or where, you are just a passer-by. This is the difference between us - this thing, you will never
You will understand. If you understood, you would not be in such a miserable state at this age."
Tachinadi glanced at him one last time, "I'll give you one last piece of advice: follow me to train and compete with me. Maybe you still have a way to go. Otherwise, just wait for death and take your talent with you."
, let it rot by itself."
Looking at Tacchinadi leaving, Kluivert was speechless for a long time.
Loyalty, hard work, diligence... these old words, he has long forgotten how many years no one has mentioned them. His friends will not say these to him, and no one of the hard-working players intends to say them to him.
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Could it be that my future is really going to be rotten like this?
"You were really energetic in training today." Looking at Arshavin across from him on the training ground, Rui Costa laughed.
Arshavin said nothing and just shook his head.
"What, are you moved or scared?" Rui Costa asked with a smile.
He naturally knew that Tachinadi lost his temper, largely because he was aroused and was so unbridled in the locker room.
I just didn't expect that Kluivert was a veteran and not afraid, but Arshavin was frightened, which was a blessing in disguise.
"Rui, have you thought about what he said? He said that Juventus is the best football concept. Do you think that is the case?"
After playing for a while, Arshavin raised his head. Rui Costa was stunned for a moment, then thought about it quietly, and then said, "I don't think Juventus's idea is the best. They ignore watching the game."
I can't stand sex.
.Actually, what is the best football concept? No one can tell clearly, because there is no right or wrong concept, it is just a concept in your mind. As for the question of right or wrong, there is only one - do you really
Are you sure, do you respect football in your opinion?"
Arshavin opened his mouth and was speechless for a while. He didn't know how to answer this question.
What exactly is the football you want? How can this question be so easy to answer?
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ps: Regarding the internal affairs of the locker room, I refer to the tone of speech in some players' autobiographies - you can see that these guys are really aggressive and fights happen from time to time. Kluivert's life style is a reference.