"I'm really tired." Moussa Dembele leaned back in his chair, and Trippier sat next to him.

"You've told me this many times." Trippier complained, but he didn't stop Moussa Dembele from continuing. At this time, he believed that Moussa Dembele needed a listener.

"I think I'm already going downhill, and I'm going down faster than I expected." Moussa Dembele said seriously, "When I played against Leicester City that day, I went down after 60 minutes."

"Do you remember?" Moussa Dembele asked Trippier.

Trippier nodded. He sat on the bench and didn't play in that game, but he still remembered Dembele, who was substituted off early and looked lost.

"After that game, I found that I couldn't run anymore. My coverage is much smaller than in previous years, and my dribbling is not as smooth."

"I can't adapt to the current Tottenham."

"It's normal, I can't adapt either." Trippier smiled bitterly. It's hard for him to get a chance to play now. In most games this season, the English right-back has been left out on the bench.

"In fact, Mauricio (Pochettino)'s tactics are really good. He will definitely lead Tottenham back to glory. I believe this." Moussa Dembele said, "But now I can't meet his requirements. You know what I mean."

Trippier certainly knows.

The core of Mauricio Pochettino's tactics is the large-scale running and position change of all players. Every player must participate in the pressing process, and the requirements for the players' running intensity are ridiculous.

Such requirements are reflected on the field and in training.

Such high-intensity training was something that these experienced players had never seen before. Those young men in their 20s were exhausted, not to mention those players who were entering the second half of their careers.

At this time, Moussa Dembele felt that he could not bear such high-intensity running at all.

During his time at Tottenham, he had been trying to find his best position until Pochettino asked him to play the role of a midfield commander. Although Moussa Dembele was considered to lack the vision of a midfield commander, he made fewer aggressive passes and more passes to safety.

But after all, the four players in the frontcourt had a terrifying ability to grasp opportunities, and Moussa Dembele did not need to make too detailed arrangements. In the frontcourt offense, Eriksson would be the one to make arrangements.

But as one problem was solved, a new problem emerged.

That is injury.

What can high-load exercise bring to a weathered body? It only brings injuries after heavy pressure. This season, Moussa Dembele, who originally had excellent physical fitness, frequently missed training and games due to minor injuries in various positions.

His recovery speed has slowed down a lot, which also means that Pochettino's use of this player with excellent dribbling ability must be limited to a very low frequency.

Maybe after playing a full game, he has to rest for one or two games before he can play another game.

Although there are sufficient midfield reserves now, there are many players who can fill this vacancy, and Pochettino himself is quite satisfied with this situation, but this is not a long-term solution for Moussa Dembele.

"There is also a part, that is, I feel I don't want to play." After a long silence, Moussa Dembele said slowly.

"You want to retire?!" Trippier almost jumped up from his chair.

"No, not so fast." Moussa Dembele laughed quickly, "Not really."

"But I am a little tired. You know, we football players treat football as work, which is normal. But even if it is work, after doing it for more than ten or twenty years, you will get tired."

"Now, I really can't feel the passion brought by football." Moussa Dembele sighed, "Football matches are so exciting, but now I want to avoid football in my life."

"I want to play relaxing football and go to a slower-paced league." Moussa Dembele paused, then chuckled, "I am a vulgar person. To be honest with you, it would be better if I could play football in a league that can make a lot of money."

Trippier also laughed.

"But aren't you going to start this game?" Trippier suddenly remembered, "Are you planning to leave in this winter window?"

"No, I plan to wait until the summer window. Or wait a little longer, I'm fine with that." Moussa Dembele shook his head, then said seriously, "Regarding the game, no matter if I can play or not, and whether I play well or not-"

"Since I'm on the court,We have to fight for it."

——

The meeting was over, and the players left one after another, leaving the coaching staff to pack up the materials and prepare to leave. Just after turning off the laptop, Wei Le saw that there was still one player left.

Ruben Dias.

"You go first, I'll handle this." Seeing that Ruben Dias looked at him with a hesitant look, Wei Le smiled and sent his assistant coaches away first.

When Celars closed the door, there were only two people left in the room.

"Boss, I want to tell you something." Ruben Dias saw that there was no one around, so he spoke.

Wei Le walked up and saw that Ruben Dias looked a little melancholy and uneasy, and he immediately understood what was going on. Wei Le sat down next to Ruben Dias calmly.

"What's the matter? "

Ruben Dias hesitated for a long time. After hesitating several times, Ruben Dias seemed to have made up his mind and said--

"Boss, Manchester City has come to me."

"I know." Wei Le nodded and said calmly.

"?" This time it was Ruben Dias' turn to be shocked, "What do you mean by 'you know'?"

Ruben Dias had imagined a lot of Wei Le's reactions. He might be very surprised, with some anger in his surprise? Or maybe sadness and shock? But he really didn't expect that Wei Le's reaction would be to calmly tell him that he knew about it after he finished speaking.

Ruben Dias didn't even tell anyone much about Manchester City's visit, let alone the coaching staff and Wei Le. Did they receive any information first?

Ruben Dias's shocked eyes didn't seem fake, and Wei Le also frowned.

"You don't know I know?"

"I don't know you know. ”

“I really don’t know if you don’t know that I know…” Wei Le couldn’t hold back halfway through and stopped the tongue-twister-like riddle.

“Boss, can I ask who told you that?” Ruben Dias was in no mood to joke, and his tone was very serious.

Wei Le thought about it and there was nothing he couldn’t say. So he told Ruben Dias everything that happened that day, including what Matt Hobbs had revealed to him.

“Boss, wait a minute. You mean, my agent found Wolves and informed you that he had contacted representatives from Manchester City? !”

“Yes, it looks like that.” Wei Le suddenly felt something was wrong. Why was Ruben Dias’s performance so wrong? It seemed that there was something else going on.

Ruben Dias pondered for a long time, and Wei Le didn’t urge him, but waited for him to speak.

“Boss, I’ll tell you first.”

“Speak. ”

“My agent contacted Wolves. This was not my request and I didn’t even know about it.” Ruben Dias took a deep breath and said, “I want to apologize to you. This shouldn’t have happened.”

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