Chapter 646： The future depends on you to create

Chapter 646 The future depends on you to create

"This is the Great Western Railway train bound for Oxford at Paddington Station in London, stopping at Sloford and Reading along the way."

Accompanied by the announcement at the station, the crowd on the train swarmed towards the exit.

Among the crowd, a young man wearing sportswear and pushing a suitcase, with a hint of excitement on his face, kept looking around, as if Grandma Liu was visiting the manor.

Robertson arrived in London from Scotland, two days earlier than the assembly time.

Ever since he learned that he was transferring to Arsenal, he couldn't bear it anymore and set off early.

London is the capital of the United Kingdom and a world-renowned city.

Robertson looked very excited at this time, this will be where he will play in the future.

He is already an Arsenal player!

This is a huge affirmation for Robertson.

Following the flow of people out of the station, Robertson saw a person in Arsenal overalls holding a sign with his name written on it among the crowd picking up the station.

"Good morning sir!"

Robertson hurried over and said.

The staff member said; "Andrew Robertson?"

Robertson nodded: "That's right! It's me!"

"follow me!"

The staff turned around, he didn't even help Robertson with his luggage, but Robertson didn't feel anything.

After the two came to the underground parking lot, they got into the car, and the receptionist said, "In addition to sending you to the training base, my mission also needs to help you get acquainted with London. Is there any place you want to go?"

Robertson shook his head and said, "No, let's go directly to the training base!"

The receptionist smiled and snapped his fingers: "Very good!"

After speaking, the vehicle started, drove out of the underground parking lot, and headed towards the suburbs of London.

Along the way, Robertson kept looking at the surrounding buildings.

Looking at the city of steel and concrete gradually disappearing into a green belt full of greenery.

Robertson understood that they were about to reach the terminal.

The receptionist is not a talkative person, so there is not much communication between the two.

However, Robertson still asked curiously; "Have any teammates come early?"

The receptionist shook his head and said, "No! In the past, our captain would have stayed for training, but this time he has returned to China, so there is currently no one in the training base!"

Robertson nodded; "What about the newly joined players?"

"A few have already been reported, and the rest will come over in the next two days." After finishing speaking, the receptionist said; "You are not the fastest!"

Robertson scratched his head and said, "I need to help with some business at home."

The receptionist nodded and said; "No one will care about these, you just need to play well."

After finishing speaking, the receptionist turned his head and smiled; "Speak with football, if you want to get respect and special treatment, then show your performance!"

Robertson's heart skipped a beat!

He is very clear that the survival rule of the rich is the jungle.

All treatment is matched with strength.

There will be competition here that Robertson hasn't felt before.

For this reason, Robertson also felt a little anxious.

The vehicle soon arrived at the training base, and Robertson was placed directly in the office building by the receptionist.

Team manager Martin Ness is already standing at the door.

Seeing Robertson walking down, Martin Ness smiled and extended his hand. After the two shook hands in a friendly manner, this guy even helped Robertson carry the luggage himself.

Along the way, they were more subtle and warm, which made Robertson a little flattered.

The two came to the office, but Robertson did not see the head coach Mourinho.

"Your coach is busy with other things, I'll be in charge of the signing." Martin Ness smiled and said: "In the contract, your agent said that he wants to sign a 2+3 contract!"

"Two years is the observation period. Once the performance is good during the observation period, the salary will be raised immediately, and in the third year, the weekly salary cannot be less than 400,000 euros!"

Robertson nodded, this is what they discussed in advance.

Martin Ness glanced at Robertson and said, "However, we have a new form of contract here, do you want to consider it?"

"New form of contract?" Robertson froze for a moment.

Martin Ness nodded; "We signed a 4-year contract with you, with a weekly salary of 200,000 Euros, which means that even if your performance is not good, you can still earn 200,000 Euros, so which one do you want to choose? ?”

Robertson pursed his lips.

The first contract has a risky nature. Once his performance is not as expected, it is very likely that he will be given up in two years or sold in advance.

But the advantage is that it has more initiative and a higher upper limit.

The second contract is more conservative. As long as he signs it, he can get a weekly salary of 200,000 Euros, which is already several times his original salary.

After pondering for a moment, Robertson said; "I still insist on the first contract."

Martin Ness smiled.

This is a competitive player.

Now that the choice has been made, Martin Ness will not be inked anymore,

Take out the contract, sign it, stand up and extend your hand.

"Welcome to Arsenal!"

Robertson also endured the excitement, and stretched out his hand; "This is a great club, and it is my honor to join Arsenal."

Martin Ness was in a good mood, he smiled and said, "I have nothing to do for a while, do you want to visit the honor room?"

Robertson looked forward to it; "Can you?"

"Let's go!"

The two walked out of the office building and walked towards the honor room.

Arsenal's honor room is a separate building, about 100 meters away from the office building.

The two walked for a while.

Robertson saw a low house.

The house does not look so new, but it is full of history.

There is a huge Arsenal team logo in the middle of the entrance.

There are two models of old-fashioned artillery on both sides.

"Do you know the history of Arsenal?" Martin Ness said.

Robertson nodded slightly.

Martin Ness: "Arsenal's predecessor was a gun factory. The building in front of me is a restoration of the manufacturing workshop at that time, but now there are honor trophies inside! Let's go! Let's go in quietly!"

Walking into the honor room, a cool breeze hits.

On the ground is a soft wool blanket.

After entering the honor room, all kinds of trophies and photos placed everywhere are unobstructed.

For example, Arsenal's historical legends, famous captains, coaches, etc., or photos of historic moments can be found here.

Martin Ness led Robertson directly to a trophy.

The trophy is placed in the middle, highlighting its status.

The huge ear-shaped trophy is impressively the UEFA Champions League trophy.

It is engraved with '2014-2015 UEFA Champions League champion! Arsenal! ’ handwriting.

Seeing this trophy, Robertson's eyes cannot be separated.

He stared at the trophy, observing every detail.

For any player, this trophy is their ultimate dream.

"It was a memorable summer"

Martin Ness was also looking at the trophy, his eyes were a little blurred, and his tone was whispering, as if he was remembering.

The corner of his mouth curled into a slight smile.

"It was very hot that day, and the heat was unbearable. There was no winner for the entire 90 minutes. Everyone thought that the game would be dragged into overtime, but...we don't think so! We Solved the fight early and snatched the trophy from Juventus!"

"This is also the first Champions League trophy in Arsenal's history!"

Martin Ness looked at Robertson and said, "Do you want to touch it?"

"Can you?" Robertson looked expectant.

"Of course not!"

Martin Neston paused, then took out the key and smiled; "But who cares!"

After speaking, he opened the glass cover to reveal the trophy inside.

Robertson leaned forward excitedly, stretched out his hands gently, and touched the pads of his fingers lightly, as if admiring a work of art.

Cool and smooth touch!

My own face is reflected on the silver trophy!

This is the first time Robertson has come so close to the trophy.

Looking at this trophy, for some reason, a strong desire arose in my heart.

Robertson looked at the trophy and said in a daze; "At that moment, it should be great!"

"Great!" Martin Ness nodded and said immediately; "However, we will experience it again in the future"

After finishing speaking, he patted Robertson on the shoulder and said, "And this needs to be done by you!"

Robertson's face was slightly dignified, and a heavy feeling filled his heart.

This is something I have never felt in previous clubs.

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