My name is Colani

After a day of training, Schweinsteiger was still sweating on the training ground. Extra training is not the norm for every player. There was another kid Di Maria who was training with him. Di Maria has not played many times under Ranieri this season, and Di Maria is often a substitute. However, this is a good treatment for an 18-year-old young man. You should know that Schweinsteiger, who has been training with him, has only played a few games during the Klinsmann period.

It would be a lie to say that he is not angry. Schweinsteiger is very sad. He works very hard. He feels that he deserves to play once, even as a substitute. Now the idea of ​​leaving is growing in his heart. No one wants to be a sparring partner in the team all day long. He is not Di Maria.

He is older than Di Maria, already 23 years old, and needs more urgent experience on the court.

Even though he was angry, he did not relax himself. He found Di Maria through Klose just to improve his one-on-one defensive ability. If he wanted to play in the midfield or as a defensive midfielder, he would not be able to play without one-on-one defensive ability.

During the training break, the two sat on the grass of the training ground to rest. No one spoke. They did not speak the same language, and Schweinsteiger's Italian was still limited.

Di Maria wiped the sweat off his face and saw Hugo and his friends coming over with a football from a distance. He stood up from the grass, shouted hard, and waved to Hugo and his friends.

Di Maria used to play football with Hugo and his friends. Hugo and his friends tried to find the feeling in the youth team, but often returned in disappointment.

"Noodles! It's you, kid! Not bad! Still practicing?!" Hugo and his friends walked over quickly, and Hugo patted Di Maria's shoulder happily. He liked hardworking people.

"That's good! Young people should know how to work hard! Tell me how it is in the first team?!" Hugo asked in a dignified manner, completely ignoring Schweinsteiger's existence.

"Boss, this is..." Di Maria did not talk about the youth team but pulled up Schweinsteiger to introduce him.

"Who is that?! Who... Oh, Bastian Schweinsteiger!" Hugo patted his head and finally remembered Schweinsteiger's name.

He did not have a deep impression of Schweinsteiger. After all, he did not follow up the player's transfer in person. Later, he was busy and would not pay attention to a young player. He was not a player produced by Trapani.

"Hello! Mr. Colemani!" Schweinsteiger secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Hugo could not remember his name, he would be a little embarrassed!

He was not stage-frightened and said hello fluently.

"You can speak Italian?! That's good!" Hugo asked with a smile.

"I am very limited!" Schweinsteiger said with a stiff upper lip.

"That won't do! If you want to fit in with this team, you must learn the language of our country. Everyone communicates in Italian on the training ground and on the court. If you don't know it, it means you have only a vague understanding of the team's tactical arrangements and it's difficult to communicate with your teammates. It's not good for you!"

"I remember you came here in the summer, right? This won't do!"

Schweinsteiger nodded. Hugo spoke in German and he could understand.

"Are you also practicing?! Or are you a sparring partner for noodles?" Hugo asked again.

"I'll go with him!"

"Well, that's great. I like hardworking guys. You will definitely become a great player in the future! Okay, no matter how hardworking you are, don't rush. Come play with us today!" Hugo praised Schweinsteiger and invited him to play football with him.

Schweinsteiger finally laughed because Hugo's speech and actions were very funny.

Of course he would agree.

So a group of people started playing on the training ground. Hugo knows football, has been a coach, and led Trapani to third place in the league. He was named the boss who knows football best in Italian football by the media.

This boss used to be an amateur player and played in the amateur league, but his level was terrible, and it would only be worse now. No one can play football well without doing it for three days and two days. Hugo does not have superhuman talent, so he is naturally very bad.

His level was not high to begin with, and there were two professional players, although they were separated on both sides, but Hugo still played against Schweinsteiger many times, and his success rate was outrageous zero.

"I'm here to relax, but you're making me unhappy at all!" Hugo couldn't bear it anymore and yelled at Schweinsteiger.

Schweinsteiger didn't know the rules. In fact, Di Maria played very relaxed, mostly passing the ball, reducing his presence, and not defending actively. Occasionally, he would be abnormal and receive applause and thumbs up from everyone. Isn't the purpose to have fun?

Schweinsteiger didn't know what was going on, and he was serious about it, which finally made Hugo angry!

However, after he scolded, Schweinsteiger didn't understand. He only saw other people laughing, and then looked at Hugo's cold face, which seemed inexplicable.

"Go, go, Noodles, go teach him how to play football! We are here to have fun, not to be abused! At least we have to score a penalty!" Hugo waved Di Maria to teach Schweinsteiger!

Di Maria held back his laughter and ran to show Schweinsteiger, "Bastian, this is just for fun, there is no need to be so serious, you know!"

Di Maria blinked a few times, Schweinsteiger understood everything, and was a little embarrassed. It's not like he hasn't played such a game before. He couldn't help but laugh when he touched his head.

You can score some points even if you are serious, maybe it’s because of the training ground! Schweinsteiger thought to himself.

Just think about it, everyone is happy after a game, and you are happy when you exercise. This is the true meaning of football!

"You're playing well!" Hugo still had an old-fashioned tone, and no one was uncomfortable with it. Although Hugo was obviously not that old, after all, he had a career ahead of him, so showing off in front of a young man was not considered pretentious.

"You played very well too!" Schweinsteiger received a rare compliment.

"Me?! Haha! Let me forget it! I still have this bit of self-awareness, and it's all you who let me go! By the way, you really should let me go. This is an entertainment game, not a formal game. The goal is to make everyone happy! Hugo laughed.

Dinner was served at the base. Schweinsteiger and Di Maria did not stay long and left after the meal.

"What about Bastian? Are you training very hard?!" Hugo asked Antonio Perotti.

He is the leader of the team, so it should be clear.

"He works very hard, but unfortunately the effect is not great. Mr. Ranieri hasn't let him play yet!" Perotti said casually.

"Why?!" Hugo asked.

"I don't know!" Perotti shrugged. How did he know about this kind of thing? He probably just looked down on it, or what else.

"How much did he spend on us?!" Hugo asked again.

"Eighteen million!" Perotti knew the number.

"Eighteen million benches?!" Hugo was unhappy. He slapped the table and said with dissatisfaction, "I see this guy is working so hard. Claudio should give him a chance, otherwise he will lose the money again." !”

Perotti and the others were silent. It was obvious that today's chance encounter had caused Schweinsteiger to get close to a distinguished person, and Hugo would probably have a chat with Ranieri.

Sure enough, after returning home and washing up, Hugo called Ranieri and asked Schweinsteiger what was going on? !

"Claudio, he is only in his early twenties. If he is not allowed to play now, you have to give him some explanation, right?! Then you have to work hard to give him a chance!"

Ranieri is very busy, and Schweinsteiger is a bit dull in the team, so Ranieri almost forgot about this guy. Some things have to be fought for, such as competition opportunities, so keep silent Bastian Schweinsteiger is certainly easily overlooked.