The biggest fanatic in football

July 24, 20:00 in the evening.

London, john inn bar.

After walking into the bar, Lee Polo did not see an overly luxurious decoration style. After all, players in England's second division generally struggled to make ends meet, and no one could access high-end entertainment venues. The people who spent money here were ordinary civilians.

Li Polo quietly took out a hangover pill from his pocket, ordered a glass of water from the bar, drank it directly, and then walked to the box reserved by the captain.

"Hey, bro!"

Barry Fuller smiled and high-fived him:

"I'm just waiting for you!"

The box was already filled with other teammates, including the 102-kg Akinfenwa, who had faced off against Lee Polo many times before.

Akinfenwa directly mentioned a glass of golden beer:

"Little guy, you did a good job in the last game!"

Li Polo grinned, raised his glass and touched it to him:

"You're not bad either!"

Akinfenwa laughed loudly, and all the muscles in his body were visibly trembling.

A bald guy stood up holding a wine glass:

"I am Jack Smith, vice-captain of the team, and welcome you to the new Wimbledon!"

Another tall man, nearly 1.9 meters tall, also raised his cup:

"Third Captain, Mark Phillips, welcome, young man!"

Before Li Poluo had time to sit down, they drank three glasses of wine in a row, which made his mouth feel a little bitter.

Seeing him drinking happily, these teammates all laughed.

Captain Fuller patted him on the shoulder:

"Have you ever read about the history of New Wimbledon?"

Li Polo nodded slightly. Since he joined this club, of course he had checked the relevant information.

The history of Wimbledon can be traced back to 1889. It is one of the earliest teams in England, more than 120 years ago. Due to the fierce and wild style of play, Wimbledon has always been called the "Crazy Gang", which is not true.

It is in line with the temperament of British football and is very popular among the people.

But in 2003, due to the intervention of the capital market, the new owner relocated the team to a wealthy area and changed its name to Milton Keynes Club; fans and other supporters were angry and established New Wimbledon, but due to lack of financial resources, only

Ability to develop from the ground up step by step from lower level leagues.

Fuller smiled:

"Then have you heard of...the team's welcome ceremony?"

The others immediately laughed "hehe".

Li Polo suddenly froze:

"what is that?"

Vice-captain Smith explained with a wicked smile:

"To put it simply, it is divided into three steps: first, take off your clothes; second, everyone sprays champagne on you; third, you run around the whole bar with your butt naked. If you are in the mood,

You can also sing our team song again."

Li Polo looked at Fuller:

"Isn't this horse riding real?"

The captain shrugged his shoulders:

"Unfortunately, this is the tradition of the Kuang Gang, everyone must do this when joining the team!"

Li Polo turned to Akinfenwa again:

"Does this happen to you too?"

Akinfenwa grinned, his teeth looking particularly white under his dark skin:

"Me? I didn't."

Li Poluo's eyes widened:

"Why?"

He showed off his trembling muscles:

"Because... they can't take off my clothes, hahaha!"

Li Polo felt his eyelids twitching, but he was still unwilling to compromise:

"What if... what if I say no?"

Fuller's expression turned cold:

"you sure?"

Li Polo took a deep breath and finally nodded slowly:

"I am sure."

Fuller pointed to the door:

"Then you are not welcome in the new Wimbledon!"

Li Polo glanced at him, then at Akinfenwa, Smith, Phillips and others, and suddenly grinned:

"goodbye!"

Then he slammed the door and walked out without looking back!

More than a dozen players looked at each other, and some couldn't help but say:

"This little guy...is a little too crazy!"

Smith rubbed his sparse stubble:

"That shouldn't be the case. He's just an amateur player. How can he have the guts to lose his temper in front of us?"

Fuller raised his glass:

"Jack, tomorrow morning, you can teach him what it means to be a real professional player!"

-

July 27, 8:45 am.

There are still 15 minutes left before the morning training session, and the New Wimbledon coaching team has already started their day's work.

Team doctor Stuart Douglas is reporting on the team’s injuries:

"Center defender William Nightingale has a severely torn thigh muscle and will need to rest for at least 6 weeks; as well as Tom Beal and Sammy Moore, they are all about to become glass men..."

Head coach Neil Ardley interrupted his report:

"Tom has decided to return to school, and Sammy will officially transfer soon. There is no need to consider their injuries in the new season."

Douglas nodded and crossed the two players' names off the list.

Assistant coach Cox looked at him and asked:

"How about the new little guy?"

Douglas raised his eyelids and asked:

"Which one? At least a third of our players in the summer are new."

Cox smiled and rubbed his chin:

"That Chinese guy who just signed a formal contract yesterday."

Douglas put down the folder in his hand, thought for a few seconds, and then answered him:

"Polo Lee? I still remember his physical examination report. For an East Asian player, it is indeed very good to have such a physique. His jumping ability and explosive power are above average. And I heard... he

Did you ever defend Akinfenwa alone in the warm-up match?"

Cox coughed and corrected his point:

"You also know that it was just a warm-up game and should not be taken seriously."

Ardrey disagreed with his assistant:

"Isn't it because of the ability he showed in the warm-up games that we signed him?"

Cox shrugged:

"Okay, but for us, he is still a pure novice. If he wants to play in an official game, it will probably take a long time."

Adele did not deny it. He stood up and patted his clothes:

"Let's go to the training ground!"

-

"Hey guys, let me introduce to you the eighth new signing of this season."

A few minutes later, the players gathered together, and Cox pointed to Lee Polo, who was standing at the back:

"You should be familiar with this. The little guy from Clapton, Polo Lee, played a friendly match with us just three days ago."

He looked at Fuller, who was standing at the front:

"As captain, I hope you can help him integrate into the team as soon as possible."

Fuller immediately rolled his eyes:

"Sorry, coach, he doesn't seem to want to fit into the tradition of Wimbledon."

Vice-captain Smith also shrugged his shoulders and expressed his support for Fuller:

"Yes, he refused our help."

Cox was stunned for a moment, and when he was about to say something else, he was interrupted by head coach Adele:

"Everyone, get moving! Basic warm-up for half an hour, and then conduct confrontation training!"

Fuller and Smith grinned and looked at Li Polo in unison:

"You also heard that the coach asked us to help you integrate into the team."

Li Polo raised his eyebrows without fear:

"Come on, two captains!"

He wanted to see what kind of power these old guys could give him!