"What does Mendes mean by this?"
Mr. Wenger frowned and looked up, asking about this point. He wasn't in a hurry to pick up the faxes.
"These clubs have contacted him."
Philip's expression improved slightly as he recalled this, "But he hasn't had any private contact with the player, and the player currently has no intention of transferring."
"That's good." Mr. Wenger breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling like something good was happening.
He relaxed a lot, picked up the fax copies and looked at them, soon revealing a smile, "Chelsea is really crazy, this offer is already at 28 million euros, and Manchester United also has an offer of 22.5 million euros."
This offer means that Chelsea is very likely prepared to use a price of more than 35 million euros to open the 'Maël' youth player blind box.
Manchester United may also be prepared to pay 30 million, which is close to the transaction price of Spanish midfielder Fabregas... Young, with unlimited possibilities.
This is too attractive for these big clubs.
"Yes."
Philip stepped forward, took a cigarette from Mr. Wenger's cigarette case, and smiled, "Now he is a treasure in our team. I have never seen a player receive such an offer without ever playing in a top league."
"Me neither." Mr. Wenger shook his head and sighed. He then thought of the upcoming salary negotiations, "Mendes should be coming soon, right?"
"Probably within a week."
Philip estimated a rough time, worried, "By this year, the player's total contract will only have 3 years left. This time, if we want to renew with a new contract, we should have to pay a lot, right?
"Other teams' desire for him is well known, and Mendes will definitely take this opportunity to ask for more."
"As long as it doesn't break the salary structure." Mr. Wenger said his bottom line, exhaling smoke, "I can accept it. These offers do show his value, and we can't be stingy."
Philip nodded slightly. Outsiders can underestimate the player, and fans can freely discuss whether Maël, who has not played in the Premier League, is worth a top salary.
But they can't.
The top offers are right here. If you don't give him a top salary, there will always be other clubs willing to give him a top salary.
"After this salary increase..."
Thinking of this, he had a happy worry and smiled bitterly, "What if the player performs well in the Premier League this year, and then Mendes asks for a salary increase again? Won't we have no room for increase?"
He defaulted to Mr. Wenger sticking to the team's salary structure bottom line, not exceeding the balance too much.
Over the years, Mr. Wenger has always been like this, never changing for anyone, and he has lost many excellent players because of this.
Mr. Wenger, who walked to the window, fell into silence. He hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "He is only 17 years old, I don't want him to become the next Fabregas, if there is really a chance to help the team win important honors... then I will break the salary structure."
Fabregas just confirmed his transfer, and the pain in Mr. Wenger's heart has not eased. He thought of Maël's age, his talent and talent, and his high demands on himself.
Thinking that this is very likely the next Cristiano, the next Henry, he really can't stay calm anymore.
This time, he will change.
July 5th, the day Arsenal returned to the team.
Maël completed a series of experiences and filming tasks at the Colney Training Base in the morning, and returned to the training ground in the afternoon to do extra training.
Having stayed in London for so long, he is already familiar with everything about the Arsenal First Team. After a simple report, the next important thing is to improve his strength.
The team will have another two days off tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. This is to allow the players returning from vacation to quickly adapt to returning to life in London, prepare everything in life, and deal with personal affairs.
"Strength should be upgraded."
Maël needs these two days to upgrade his strength. He told Davis that he would focus on strength training for these two days.
While ensuring that the body is not injured, go all out to improve Speed at the limit!
This is not only a difficult task for Davis, but also for himself. Strength and endurance training are the most tiring and tormenting, always hovering near his limit of endurance, and every time he feels like he is shedding a layer of skin.
On the afternoon of July 7, Maël watched the proficiency of Strength with only a dozen points left, gritting his teeth and persevering in his practice.
"Ugh... Yeah!"
He constantly adjusted his breathing, constantly accumulating strength and then bursting out his whole body strength, performing group after group of training.
After another group ended, he collapsed on the ground, panting heavily, unwilling to even open his eyes, and almost fell asleep directly.
Suddenly, he got up again and went to the training equipment, preparing for the next training session.
"Why don't we call it a day?"
Davis watched from the side. In his career, he had trained countless players, but he had never seen anyone train themselves like this. Even he felt like he couldn't take it. "There's still plenty of time, no need to rush.
"And strength training must be a long-term, slow process. You can't see results immediately, so there's no need to push yourself so hard."
This was beyond the scope of training. It wasn't about improving himself, but more like pure torture.
Davis didn't understand why a player who wasn't even 17 years old yet had such amazing perseverance? Or rather, he's only 17, what could he possibly be so hung up on that he's training like this? "I'm fine."
Maël waved his hand at him. He couldn't tell Davis that he could actually see the results, and that as long as he broke through the bottleneck, he would usher in a huge improvement.
"Ai! Hai!" He roared with encouragement. If he had seen someone practicing like this before, he would have laughed.
But not now. When the body is about to reach its limit, one must use all their strength to lift the dumbbells and pull the heavy weight.
Not only the facial muscles, as people often joke, but also the internal muscles of the body are accumulating and bursting forth.
Two sets of training ended quickly. Maël lay on the ground, multiple parts of his body cramping. The pain made him clench his teeth and twitch in place.
"What's wrong?"
Davis quickly ran over, turned Maël over, and quickly stretched the muscles in multiple areas for him. "There's no need for this, Maël. If you believe in yourself, there's absolutely no need to train like this.
"Your foundation is very good. Give me six months, and I will definitely get you used to the Premier League's physicality and give you a body that surpasses most Premier League players."
As he spoke, he twisted Maël's ankles a couple of times and felt a sense of unease in his heart.
How did it feel like Maël's body hardness had increased again, and the pulling force of the leg muscles twitching was much stronger than before?
What was going on?
He trained Maël every day, so he knew Maël relatively well, and his years of accumulated experience made him very sensitive in this regard.
Davis twisted a few times with force and found that he was slowly starting to feel like he couldn't twist it anymore.
"You" He suppressed the doubt in his heart. Right now, he should quickly help Maël recover.
Two minutes later, Maël sat on the sofa in the gym, picked up salt water and chugged it down. He raised his head and suddenly felt an extreme pleasure from the bottom of his heart.
This was surpassing the pleasure he felt after solving his basic needs for the first time, the pleasure of being respected for the first time, and even the pleasure of tens of thousands of people cheering for him together!
A sense of satisfaction arose from his heart and rushed all the way to the top of his head, making him feel an extremely joyful sensation as if he were dying.
[Skill: Godly Strength lv4]
[Proficiency: (1/5000)]
[Effect: Your core strength and the strength of various muscle groups are close to the best human level. When the body bursts out with full force, it can instantly burst out with a terrifying force!]
Strength lv4!
It's here!
Maël's body was tired, but he had a sense of lightness that transcended the previous one, as if his body was much lighter.
In addition, he could feel with a little effort that there was an extremely powerful force contained within his body, waiting to explode.
"Now, apart from coordination, there's nothing missing in terms of physical fitness." He said to himself in his heart, smiled, and looked forward to how his body would perform in the Premier League.
Is it Adama Traore? Or Haaland?
[Skill: Flexibility lv3]
[Proficiency: (1776/2000)]
[Skill: Power Side Foot lv3]
[Proficiency: (1283/2000)]
[Skill: Ball Control lv3]
[Proficiency: (382/2000)]
[Additional Skill: Frequency lv2]
[Proficiency: (821/1500)]
Looking at the proficiency of the other skills, Maël was even more certain that the more professional training methods of these two personal trainers could help him improve his proficiency faster.
"Maël."
Davis, seeing Maël recover, tentatively asked with confusion, "Have you felt any different these past few days, or even just today? Like your body isn't the same as before?"
"Different?"
Maël, realizing Davis might have noticed something, smiled and said, "What's different? I don't know. I'll feel it when I get on the field."
He brushed it off, ignoring Davis's bewildered expression, and turned to head out of the gym. "Sleep!"
July 8th, team training.
Maël returned to the Arsenal First Team training ground, standing alongside Arsenal's superstars.
After a holiday apart, most of them had changed somewhat. To sum it up, some were a bit out of shape but in good spirits, looking like they had a happy vacation; others who remained fit had a numb look in their eyes, seemingly lacking entertainment and hope for the future.
Maël also noticed that many who were in the team last time had left, such as Fabregas, Nasri, Clichy, and others.
Some of their transfers happened even faster than he remembered, perhaps due to the butterfly effect of his arrival.
He felt calm, only hoping that Arsenal's signings this season would be effective and compensate for the weakened fighting strength as much as possible.
"Maël."
Van Persie was the first to greet him this time, smiling as he squeezed Maël's shoulder. "You've gotten stronger. You must have been training hard. You're really strict with yourself."
Maël smiled without saying anything, giving Van Persie a high-five and a hug. They had good teamwork during the last training session.
Ramsey and Sagna also quickly came over to greet the young player they had faced before, all marveling at the state Maël was in.
After a holiday, he not only hadn't gained weight but had even become stronger.
"Monster."
Sagna was the first to use the media's description of Maël to comment on him, which sparked the idea of many Arsenal players teasing him.
"The demon from Aix!"
"The genius from Colney Base!"
"Haha...!"
You could feel that they didn't want to bring up the matter between Maël and Fabregas, pretending it didn't exist as they chatted with Maël.
Mr. Wenger arrived soon after, holding the training schedule and instructing the assistant coach to lead the players to warm up first.
After returning from the break, they definitely needed to do a few days of recovery training to burn off all the body fat the players had gained from eating and drinking during the off-season, keeping their bodies in good condition.
"Beep!"
More than ten minutes later, training officially began, starting with basic footwork drills on ladders and hurdles, followed by basic passing exercises.
The third part of the training was a team scrimmage using American football rules.
Many football teams use this method to stimulate the players' training passion, and to rekindle the somewhat estranged feelings between the players after returning to the team, helping them find a sense of cooperation.
It was a fun training session, which is essential in modern football.
"Touchdown!"
"Pass it to me! Ah, this pass isn't as accurate as your foot! Haha...!"
"Dodge him, nice!"
"You should go to the Dallas Cowboys, not Arsenal!"
"..."
The training atmosphere was quite cheerful, with occasional tense and intense confrontations.
During this, Maël's Speed advantage and Strength advantage gradually emerged, in a very obvious way.
The players slowly realized that as long as he got the ball and started sprinting, he would mostly cause great trouble and distress to the opposing defenders.
Wenger and the assistant coaches were also standing on the sidelines at this moment. During the last training session, which was terminated due to an accident, they didn't really observe many of Maël's strengths.
Today was a good opportunity for them to take a good look at Maël's various abilities during this training session.
"Pa!"
Van Persie was on the same team as Maël. He tossed the football, which he was pretending was a rugby ball, to Maël and encouraged him with a smile, "Charge in!"
Maël, holding the football, sped towards the opposing defense. He knew this was a good opportunity to showcase himself.
Sagna and Gibbs were the first to come up, blocking the space on both the left and right sides, leaving a gap for Maël in the middle.
The meaning was clear: go around on the sides if you want, but don't think about advancing quickly. If you go through the middle, be prepared to face their closing defense.
"Thump, thump, thump!"
Maël quickly stepped forward. In reality, even if he charged from the sides, it would be difficult for them to catch him, but he insisted on going through the middle.
"Close the door!" As Maël approached with overwhelming momentum, Sagna quickly called out to Gibbs. The two lowered their center of gravity and leaned together, trying to intercept Maël there.
"Bang!" A dull sound rang out. The two of them were like they had been hit by a heavy hammer, falling backward together, completely defenseless.
Maël easily smashed through the "door" they were guarding and charged straight through.
"Oh!" A gasp of surprise arose from the training ground. Many people grimaced, both marveling at Maël's violent impact and feeling sorry for Sagna and Gibbs.
That impact couldn't have been light.
"I'll chase him!" Walcott, the fastest player on the team, quickly rushed towards Maël. Seeing Maël's sprinting speed, he felt a sense of excitement to compete.
"Thump, thump, thump!" He accelerated with all his might, and seeing the distance between himself and Maël getting closer and closer, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
But then, Walcott saw Maël's steps getting faster and faster, gradually maintaining the same distance as him, and slowly pulling away.
What the hell?
Was he not accelerating after the previous confrontation? Walcott's eyes widened in shock, and he unleashed all his strength, desperately chasing after Maël.
As a result, except when Maël needed to move left and right to avoid intercepting players, he couldn't close the distance with Maël at all.
Walcott quickly ran to Maël's side, who had just completed a confrontation with someone and was about to reach the end zone.
Maël turned his head and glanced at Walcott, thinking he wanted to seek a confrontation, and mustered his strength to crash to the right.
Having continuously knocked down three or four people and overpowered three or four others along the way, he was completely hyped up, feeling a bit like he had gone mad! It was incredibly exhilarating! "Ouch!" Walcott felt a little embarrassed after being glanced at by Maël. Realizing that Maël wanted to crash into him, he pulled back from the brink and retreated, letting Maël directly enter the end zone.
He just wanted to compete in speed, but he didn't even win... If he got knocked over at this time, it would be a loss.
"Yes!"
Maël easily completed the touchdown, raised the football in his right hand, and laughed loudly in celebration.
It had been a long time since he had trained with the team. Training like this today was quite exciting... Of course, the significant improvement in his abilities was also a reason for his good mood.
He turned his head back, only to find that no one was celebrating with him. The expressions on everyone's faces were filled with astonishment and surprise.
"How many people did he knock down along the way just now? Even Sagna was vulnerable?"
"Vermaelen charged at him from the side, but couldn't even budge him, what do you think?"
"No, didn't you guys see? Walcott chased him all the way, but couldn't catch up. Walcott is the fastest on the team, right?"
"Are you saying that his speed is about the same as Walcott's?!"
The Arsenal players, who were witnessing Maël's physical speed and Strength for the first time in a training session, all opened their mouths slightly and whispered to each other in amazement.
Sagna's initial statement about him being a monster was correct. It's just that he wasn't just a training-obsessed monster, but also a Body Monster! Van Persie, standing at the spot where he passed the ball to Maël, exchanged a surprised look with his attacking partner Arshavin. He could clearly capture the sense of urgency and worry in Arshavin's eyes.
The Tsar?
Good talent? Clearly, someone with even better talent had arrived. He not only had super accurate Cross techniques, but also potentially amazing shooting ability.
Now, he had also demonstrated unparalleled Speed and Strength! Van Persie glanced at Mr. Wenger on the sidelines, who was excitedly chatting with the assistant coaches... He knew that the new Premier League season was going to be different.
ps: It's about to begin!
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