MM Racing Chapter 8 Everyone here is trash
Chapter 8 Everyone here is trash
The next day.
Jiang Ming followed Yardin's instructions early in the morning, setting off from the youth training dormitory to the first team's training ground.
He is not yet eighteen years old and is still under a child labor contract, earning only 200 euros per week.
They simply couldn't afford to rent a place outside, so they had to live in the dormitories that the club arranged for the youth team players.
The Europa League group stage match against Anderlecht is imminent and will determine their qualification.
But at this moment, what Jiang Ming was most concerned about was not this tough battle.
He was preoccupied with the gym membership card that only had 24 hours left to expire.
His eyes swept over the 44km mileage on the system progress bar. After yesterday's training race, he secretly added an extra 6km.
Since we're here so early, how about we go to the gym and work out for a while?
The moment the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Ming felt a chill run down his spine.
He didn't know when it started, but ever since he activated the boost card, he would always have a strong urge to rush to the gym.
Does working out really make people obsessed and dull?
As soon as the club door opened, the receptionist stopped what she was doing, and one of them immediately rushed over to greet her.
"You must be Jiang Ming?"
"You know me?" Jiang Ming was slightly taken aback.
He believes he has no reputation, is not a French player, and has never played in any official matches, so no one should pay attention to him.
"The head coach specifically instructed yesterday that an Asian player would report for duty before training this morning."
Jiang Ming nodded slowly. It turned out that Yaldin had made the arrangements in advance, which was not surprising.
"Come with me."
The staff member picked up the file and gestured for Jiang Ming to follow closely behind.
The two walked through the base's main hall to the end of the corridor, where a door marked "Medical Center" in French came into view.
"What are you going to do?"
The therapist saw the confusion in his eyes and explained at the right moment:
"Don't be nervous, I am a full-time physiotherapist at the club."
All players selected for the first team roster need to undergo some basic injury examinations to rule out potential injuries.
This is used to assess physical condition and determine whether one can withstand the intensity of the competition.
"..."
Jiang Ming's face immediately showed reluctance.
Medical examination?
With my current abilities, how could I possibly pass smoothly?
I really don't have that confidence.
He had originally planned to do some more quests to improve his stamina.
Try to get your body back to its best condition!
Plans can't keep up with changes, and the team's injury crisis forced him to be urgently promoted to the first team.
This is really bad!
Seeing Jiang Ming remain silent, the therapist immediately understood and casually reassured him:
"Relax, kid, this is a football club, not a prison. There won't be any unnecessary special checks..."
After the therapist finished speaking, he gave a meaningful look, as if to say, "I understand what you mean."
Jiang Ming gave a helpless twitch of his lips, silently complaining to himself: That's not what I'm worried about at all!
He gritted his teeth and let the physical therapist attach conductive electrode pads to his muscles and connect them to a testing instrument next to him.
After that, he took him to test various medical instruments that he couldn't understand.
Jiang Ming quietly gazed at the physical therapist before him, watching the other's expression change step by step:
From initial composure and confidence, to a face full of doubt, then to disbelief, and finally to complete silence.
After the physical therapist completed all the examinations, he asked Jiang Ming to go to the training ground to wait.
As Jiang Ming walked out of the medical center, he could faintly hear the therapist muttering a series of French technical terms behind him.
"Won't this affect my career?"
As Jiang Ming stepped out of the passage, a refined-looking man waved to him.
"Jiang, are you done with the checkup?"
Jiang Ming felt a pang of guilt. "Just finished, Karl. What are the boss's plans next?"
The man in front of me is Thiago Caldera, who has been working alongside Jardim for many years and is the first team's chief assistant coach.
He was basically in charge of the team's new player integration and daily training arrangements.
Caldera patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder:
"Don't be too nervous. It's just an emergency test, mainly to check for potential injuries. There's no need to feel pressured. Normal players can pass the test."
Jiang Ming: "..."
"Let's go to the training ground. Besides the medical check-up at the medical center, you'll also need to go on the field and officially demonstrate your abilities."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Ming suddenly understood.
Although his physical condition was poor, his footwork was truly top-notch.
He was absolutely certain, even nine-tenths certain, that looking at the world of football today, there are very few players whose pure football-watching skills are superior to his.
It wasn't that he was overly arrogant, but rather that he had complete confidence in Ronaldinho's abilities.
……
Latourby Training Centre.
This training ground, known as the "Monaco Balcony," is the exclusive training ground for Monaco's first team.
On the pitch, the first-team players have already started their daily training sessions, preparing for tomorrow's crucial Europa League match that will determine whether the team can advance.
"Bernardo, make a crossover run!"
"Kilian, too far! Back on defense!"
"Fabi, move! Move!"
Jardim stood on the sidelines, loudly directing the training, exuding the aura of a renowned coach.
"Boss, the man has been brought." Cardera walked up to Yardin and reported in a low voice.
Yaldin turned around in response and casually instructed Jiang Ming, "Jiang, you've come at the perfect time. Join the joint training session immediately, and we'll determine your position based on your performance."
Ten minutes later, the training session came to a short break.
Yardin glanced at Jiang Ming, who was wearing training clothes, and spoke calmly to the whole team:
"Let me tell you all, this kid's name is Jiang, he's from China. He's being promoted to the first team starting today, so please mentor him."
After he finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment, and the atmosphere became slightly awkward.
Mbappé waved first, then nodded to Jiang Ming with his chin: "Not bad, Jiang, we're both in the first team now!"
Only after he spoke did a few scattered greetings and applause begin to ring out in the audience.
Fabinho, holding the ball, casually called out to Jiang Ming, "Kid, you played pretty well yesterday. If you have any questions about the team in the future, just come to me."
"Thanks," Jiang Ming replied with a smile.
Bernard didn't speak, he just nodded in acknowledgment.
Without any further pleasantries, Yardin immediately blew his whistle, urging the entire team to get back into training.
However, most of the players on the field still looked at Jiang Ming with a hint of doubt in their eyes.
Only seven first-team players were present for yesterday's intra-squad training match.
Most of the players who didn't attend had never seen Jiang Ming's abilities and didn't really respect this suddenly emerging young player from the youth team.
In addition, deep-rooted regional prejudices mean that European and South American players naturally look down on Asian players.
Moreover, these are players from China.
They felt deep down that Jiang Ming was not qualified to join the first team.
The team is currently conducting fast short passing training.
The players are randomly dispersed and must pass the ball accurately to the receiving player without pausing after receiving it.
The first-team players on the field unanimously turned the ball towards Jiang Ming, clearly wanting to test his true abilities.
The passing rhythm started slowly and gradually accelerated, like a game where you turn on a speed boost of 3x or 4x.
What was originally a routine short-pass training session turned into an extreme reaction test for Jiang Ming.
Most of the players were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.
Even at the fastest pace, Jiang Ming showed no signs of anxiety, his movements remained steady and effortless.
After all, given his current physical condition, it's simply not feasible for him in terms of running speed and endurance;
However, when it comes to the accuracy of receiving short passes and quickly releasing the ball from a stationary position, it only depends on the individual skill aspect.
Jiang Ming dares to say that everyone here is trash.
"Alright, let's move on to the next training exercise."
Yardin blew his whistle to end the "one-man show" segment.
His gaze swept over Jiang Ming, who remained calm and composed, and he nodded inwardly: This kid has a good ability to withstand pressure!