Becoming a football god from Arsenal

Chapter 113 Arsenal's second striker! Fabregas left injured!

"Leave the training ground immediately!"

There was no doubt in Wenger's tone. He didn't want to lose his temper on the training ground on this important day representing the arrival of new hope.

It should have been a perfect day, with the two young talents reporting to the team, completing their first training session and getting on track at Arsenal, working towards the same goal.

As a result, Fabregas provoked them several times, clearly wanting to make them sad and to provoke a conflict.

"Let Barcelona pay the price I want, and then you can go away."

Wenger said this with clenched teeth. He is different from before. He will no longer compromise and will no longer have the slightest thought of keeping the talented Spanish midfielder.

But when I said this, looking at this disciple who I had been with for 8 years and had a honeymoon period with, I couldn't help but feel a little heartbroken.
"That's your business!"

Fabregas avoided the topic. He knew very well that Barcelona did not want to pay too much for him. What they wanted was for him to put pressure on Arsenal to accept the offer of 35 million euros.

When he thought of this, he felt his self-esteem was somewhat hurt.

But he wants to go to Barcelona, ​​wants to play under Guardiola, wants to be teammates with those top stars, and wants to win the Champions League!

"I would leave even if you didn't say that."

Fabregas stood in front of Wenger with a cold expression, staring at him and said: "Don't even think about using some means of hiding or blocking me to deal with me. At worst, I will just stop playing football.

"Anyway, I already have the European Cup and the World Cup, and you have nothing except a few league titles from many years ago!"

When he said the last sentence, the expression on Fabregas' face changed slightly, and a feeling of regret and shame that should not have appeared in his heart emerged.

It seemed that even he himself knew very well that he should not talk to Wenger like that.

They have been together for so long that even if he doesn't want to admit it, Wenger is like another father in a foreign country.
His self-esteem was damaged in the contact with Barcelona, ​​and he felt unprecedented torment and irritability in the tug-of-war between Arsenal and Barcelona.

But he didn't dare to express his accumulated anger to Barcelona. Compared with destroying the place that was full of temptation to him, he would rather say the coldest, most cruel and harsh words to his "father".

Express your dissatisfaction and vent all your frustration and resentment!

Is it because they are closer?
No, perhaps he had long been accustomed to Wenger's tolerance and love for him, and always felt that the two would reconcile after each conflict.

"you"

Wenger wanted to raise his hand to point at him, but found that he seemed to have lost all his strength. An unprecedented heartache came over him, as if someone had stabbed his chest with the sharpest knife and turned the blade around and stirred it.

"Are you crazy?!"

Gilbert rushed out from behind, his face full of disbelief: "You don't even want this last bit of dignity? What good will this do for you?"

If Fabregas still had any respect for Wenger, he had none for Gilbert.

"Who are you?"

He narrowed his eyes with indifference, pretending to know the truth, and shouted angrily: "What qualifications do you have to say these things to me? I have a World Cup championship, a European Cup championship, and a Golden Boy Award. What do you have?"

"The English Championship champion?! Haha"

Gilbert's face quickly turned red. He was still too young. His brain was congested but he didn't know how to refute. His chest could only rise and fall.

"remember!"

Fabregas stepped forward, came in front of Gilbert, stuck his head out and butted with Gilbert, "When I was 18, I played much better than you, you will never reach my level in your life!

"With your level, you can't even start for a mid-table Premier League team. You'll just spend your whole life in a rubbish team! Bah!"

After saying this, he thrust his forehead forward fiercely, knocking Gilbert back.

"What is he doing?"

"It shouldn't be."

Amid the shocked gazes of the crowd, Fabregas turned and walked away along the sideline of the training ground, not fearing at all that Gilbert would have the courage to confront him again.

Who is he?
What about Gilbert?

Where no one was paying attention, Maher's hands began to tremble slightly, and his anger reached its peak as he looked at Fabregas' arrogant back.

His mind gradually went blank, and his legs moved uncontrollably to where the equipment was stored. He picked up a hurdle and walked quickly to Gilbert's side.

"Break it." He handed one end to Gilbert and held the other in his own hand, his eyes fixed on the direction Fabregas left.

Gilbert's eyes were already red. He turned his head to look at Mahel and held the hurdle with one hand.

The two men exerted force in opposite directions, breaking the already fragile hurdle frame and obtaining three bent plastic rollers.

"today."

Maher picked up a stick, clenched his right hand tightly, and walked towards Fabregas, "Let me help you."

He started out walking quickly, then gradually started to run faster, chasing after Fabregas!

It was not until then that everyone understood what he was going to do, and more than 20 Arsenal players and coaching staff all opened their mouths.

Is this going to take action?
"suffer!"

"Do not impulse!"

"suffer!"

They hurriedly spoke up, trying to stop Mahel, but it was of no use.

"I am coming too!"

Gilbert also grabbed a stick and followed Maher in the direction of Fabregas.

Fabregas had heard the noise a long time ago. He turned around and saw Mahel approaching quickly with a stick. Shock and fear suddenly appeared in his eyes. "What do you want to do?!"

The feeling of leaving in a leisurely manner disappeared in an instant. Seeing that the situation was not good, he ran towards the gate of the base, looking back every two steps.

Seeing Maher getting closer and closer, he was filled with fear and said in embarrassment, "Don't be impulsive!"

Don't be impulsive?

Why not ask yourself just now? Maher rushed forward in two steps, aimed at Fabregas' head and swung his right hand back.

Swing your arms!

Swing forward!
Swing the stick!

smash!
"Bang!" A crisp sound echoed throughout the entire training ground. Everyone fell silent, staring blankly at Maher hitting Fabregas on the head with a stick, and the latter fell to the ground.

The talented Spanish midfielder worth tens of millions and the world-famous football star fell to the ground in an extremely fragile manner.

"stop!"

Fabregas curled up on the ground and protected his head. His will to survive made him give up his dignity and waved his hands: "Stop! I give up! Put the stick down first!"

In response, Mahel swung a second stick, and Gilbert, who had rushed to the scene, swung a stick.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!!"

Stick after stick fell on Fabregas, the situation quickly got out of control, and he felt a little regretful.

Who could have thought that two young brats would actually dare to attack him?
It was not until his teammates arrived and pulled Mahel and Gilbert away that Fabregas stood up with a bruised face and nose, standing there in silence and daze.

He saw Wenger's gaze looking at him again, saw the hatred in Maher and Gilbert's eyes, and the complicated expressions his teammates had on him.

On this day, he and Wenger lost face, and the two new young players also lost any respect for each other as players. He had to leave.

"Don't pull me!"

"Calm down! Calm down!"

"Who's going to see Fabregas?"

In the chaos, Fabregas pointed at the two men with a shaking arm, and left a last word before leaving, "You guys are brave! I'm leaving, tonight!"

“I want to see what honors you can win and what kind of career you can complete while staying here!
"When I win the Champions League in Barcelona, ​​I'm going to break my medal in half and throw it in both of your faces!"

Fabregas went crazy. He was taken to the hospital and kept cursing before leaving.

Everyone knew that even as a public figure, he would try to suppress such a shameful act that was so undignified.

But this matter cannot just let go like this, they still have a long way to go in their future confrontation!
Arsenal then held a meeting with everyone except Maher and Guibert, who were asked not to tell anyone about what happened on the training ground.

But, this kind of thing cannot be suppressed because too many people have seen it.

"Arsenal's two stick visitors? It is rumored that Maher and Gilbert had a conflict with Fabregas on the first day of their return to Arsenal! The two men allegedly picked up sticks and hit Fabregas!" - Off-site information from The Sun

"Mael and Fabregas had a big fight, and Fabregas left London that night with the injury! Flying to Barcelona!" - London Evening News

That evening, the Sun, a newspaper that excels at capturing gossip, reported the news, which quickly attracted a large number of media to follow suit, and the news instantly spread throughout the world of football.

As one of the best midfielders in today's football, Fabregas, who is involved in transfer rumors every day, has a very high level of attention in the world football.

Was he beaten with a stick?
Or two young players?

This is indeed explosive news, and it is the kind of star gossip that most fans like to see.

For a time, fans talked about this matter in major forums and spread it to more places so that more people knew about it.

"Two young players? How dare you hit the captain?"

"Your information is outdated. Fabregas and Arsenal have already fallen out. The new captain will be Van Persie."

"Even if he is not the captain, Fabregas is still a meritorious player for Spain in winning the European Championship and the World Cup. He has a brilliant career record. How could anyone dare to do something to him?"

"You are so ungrateful."

"Mael, isn't this the guy who won the Championship some time ago? He seems to have broken a lot of records. He should have just finished his loan. He's too impulsive."

"How will he live in Arsenal in the future?"

"Why are you worrying about this for him? He doesn't need to care about your feelings. He plays for Arsenal and it's OK as long as Arsenal fans don't hate him."

"That's right. Fabregas seems to have aroused the anger of Arsenal fans. After this incident, Arsenal fans may like Maher and Gilbert more. After all, it helps them vent their anger."

Someone chatted for a while in other forums, and then went to a forum where many Arsenal fans gathered, wanting to see what Arsenal fans thought about this matter.

"This evil creature deserves to be beaten!"

"Good fight!"

"Even if hitting someone is wrong, we don't know what happened at the time. If Fabregas wanted to cause trouble before he left, I can only say that the two young men did a great job!"

"It's not good to be the captain of the team. The club and Wenger spent so much effort to train him, but he insisted on transferring. Now look, he was beaten up by the young players and no one spoke up for him."

"He has a problem with his brain!"

"Let him go quickly. I'm afraid he'll leave too late! Leave more transfer fees so Wenger can buy more players in the new season. I'm looking forward to Maher."

As expected, most Arsenal fans expressed their support for this matter, and only a small number condemned Maher's behavior, probably because they were fans of Fabregas.

This matter gradually passed and the storm gradually subsided.

However, the image of Arsenal's second-stringers is definitely rooted in the minds of fans and will never leave.

After the incident, their names became known to more people, and many people wanted to pay attention to the performance of these two "daring" young players in the new season.

The next day, Maher and Gilbert received a call from an assistant coach in the hotel, telling them that they were suspended from training for a week.

This is actually a symbolic punishment and can be regarded as giving the two of them an early holiday. There are exactly 6 days from this day to June 1st.

"Mael."

On the way to the stadium for extra practice, Gilbert turned around and asked, "Do you think Mr. Wenger will support us?"

“I don’t think it’s supported.”

Maher shook his head. After all, he was a disciple that he had been with for eight years. He couldn't feel comfortable. "But I don't object. You can tell from the degree of punishment."

"I think so too." Gilbert smiled faintly, his face slightly red. Thinking about how Fabregas made him cry yesterday, he still felt a little embarrassed.

Why was I so cowardly at that time?

Is it because the other person is a superstar?
Look now, there's nothing wrong with fighting back. Gilbert slapped the football, his expression became serious, and he remembered the insults Fabregas said to him yesterday.

"Mael."

He turned around again, this time he was serious: "I don't believe what Fabregas said is true, and I don't believe that I will never reach his level in my life.

“Although you may think so, I cannot and will not think so. People must have pursuits.

"From today on, I will train harder and target my enemy, Fabregas!"

He swore to heaven and set this goal for himself, then smiled and said, "You should do your best too."

"Will do."

Maher patted his shoulder. He could feel that Gilbert was different again. "Have you thought about that? Loan him out or stay here?"

"Think about it."

Gilbert hooked Maher's shoulder and said solemnly: "I want to be loaned out. I need a lot of game opportunities and the training of high-level games!"

"Only in this way can I improve faster. I can't think about staying on the bench at Arsenal."

"When are you planning to leave?" Maher asked him again. He felt that Gilbert's words meant that he was going to leave soon.

"Leave at the start of the offseason."

Gilbert had planned this in advance. He stroked his hair and said, "I want to go out and explore the world by myself. Being with you every day always gives me the comfort of being with good brothers. I don't want this feeling.

"Now that I am not short of money, I want to choose a coastal city, practice ball and run on the beach under the sun, and hire a few personal trainers to improve my abilities in all aspects."

“Come on.” Mahel looked at him and nodded, supporting the decision.

"Will you miss me?" Gilbert looked up at the sky and asked jokingly.

They have been inseparable for a long time, have been through a lot together, and even beat up a world superstar together yesterday. Their relationship couldn't be stronger.

"Say goodbye before you leave."

Maher looked at him with a smile and threw the football into an empty field. "Why are you in such a hurry? Come and practice with me for another week."

In the sunshine, the two ran across the training ground again. Sometimes they laughed, sometimes they were annoyed, sometimes they clapped together to celebrate, and sometimes they chased each other.

Until the sun set, the two sat on the side of the court, sweating profusely, drinking water together, and staring at the sky in a daze.

(End of this chapter)