The first tumor in football

Chapter 186 A Beast

Song Wen's words left Griezmann silent.

He never thought that one day he would be faced with such a choice.

Just before this winter window, he was the only "king" of Atletico Madrid.

He was the first flag after the Calderon Stadium moved to Wanda Metropolitano, and the only "luxury" in Simeone's iron-blooded army.

Last season, the French striker was in the golden period of his career - behind the stats of 29 goals and 15 assists was his absolute core position with 45% of Atletico Madrid's offensive finishing power concentrated at his feet.

In the locker room, his locker is next to captain Godin.

On the training ground, Simeone's tactical board always revolves around his running positions.

Fans called him and Torres in their peak period the "Red and White Double Blades", but unlike the latter's violent style, Griezmann's elegance and lethality were described by the media as a "sniper in ballet shoes."

The amazing overhead kick against Juventus in the Champions League quarter-finals and the crotch-piercing dribble that tricked Ramos in the La Liga national derby made his No. 1 jersey the best-selling jersey in Atletico Madrid stores.

However, the undercurrent has already surged. When Barcelona made a 1.2 million euro offer in the summer window, Griezmann's silence was interpreted by Mundo Deportivo as "waiting for a love letter from Camp Nou."

In order to keep him, Simeone tacitly allowed him privileges: no salary penalty for being late for training, higher priority for free kicks than Koke, and even the ability to question the assistant coach's plan at tactical meetings.

This indulgence has created a delicate balance in the locker room - everyone knows that Atletico Madrid without Griezmann is just an ordinary team fighting for the top four in La Liga; but with him, Atletico Madrid is a god-killer who dares to pull Real Madrid and Barcelona off the throne.

And now all of this has been reversed.

What Griezmann regrets most now is why he did not accept the love letter from Camp Nou and join Barcelona.

It was because of Simeone's various attempts to retain him that Griezmann chose to stay at Atletico Madrid.

But now, Simeone has apparently betrayed himself.

That's why Griezmann is so angry with Simeone.

Song Wen knew that if Griezmann did not cooperate or even led a rebellion in the locker room, the next problems would become very difficult.

So he chose to approach Griezmann with the strongest attitude.

And he made up a story that Simeone protected him from being traded.

In this way, Griezmann's dissatisfaction with Simeone and Atletico Madrid has now all been transferred to him.

Now, what Song Wen needs to do is to crush Griezmann with absolute strength.

Make this Frenchman surrender completely.

Perhaps the Frenchman will not choose to be inferior to others after his contract expires.

But that is a matter for later. At least in this half season, he cannot let Griezmann stir up trouble for Atletico.

Faced with the option proposed by Song Wen, Griezmann obviously had no choice.

As if he was afraid that the French would back down, Song Wen pressed on and asked:
"What? Don't you dare?"

Griezmann's lips were pursed into a line.

The proud Frenchman walked out without looking back, leaving only one sentence.

"Remember what you said."
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Wanda Metropolitano Stadium.

The Atletico Madrid players, who were supposed to be training, were training lazily, but their eyes were always focused on the exit of Simeone's office.

They saw an angry Griezmann burst into Simeone's office.

Obviously, the angry Griezmann went to ask Simeone for an explanation.

Atletico Madrid players also have their own ideas about Song Wen's joining.

The French gang headed by Griezmann was naturally dissatisfied with Song Wen's joining.

This means that their status in the team will be reduced or even disappear.

Gabi kicked the ball towards the barbed wire, and the sound of the metal shock startled the pigeons perched on the sidelines.

On the first day this retired star returned to the base as a youth training coach, he encountered changes in the locker room that had not been seen in 20 years.

As he bent down to pick up the ball, he caught a glimpse of Koke whispering to Saul, their eyes fixed in the direction of the office building.

"That Chinese guy wants to tear down the locker room." Saul crushed a leaf with his studs. "Have you seen the cartoon in AS? Song Wen is riding Griezmann and peeing in front of the Bernabeu."

Just as Cork was about to respond, he was interrupted by a harsh friction sound.

Diego Costa was repeatedly trampling the grass with the soles of his shoes at the edge of the penalty area, as if he wanted to crush the imaginary enemy with Song Wen's name printed on it into the mud.

The newly returned striker changed into a pair of steel-studded boots this morning - 2mm longer than usual.

"I heard that he broke someone's ribs in the Championship?" Costa suddenly turned around and shouted, his voice loud enough to shatter the glass in the tactical room, "I want to see if his skull is as hard as the reports say!"

Veteran Torres silently tied his shoelaces.

The 2008-year-old golden boy has long been accustomed to the cycle of locker room. At this moment, he is staring at the yellowed photo on the locker - that is the picture of him and Aguero with their arms around each other in .

When Young asked the new Argentine if he wanted help carrying his bag, he never imagined that he would have to give up his seat on the bench three months later.

"Griezmann is out!" Someone shouted, and the entire training ground fell into an eerie silence.

The energy drink can in the hand of French gang member Lemar was squeezed out of shape, and Hernandez crumpled up his tactical vest and stuffed it into his waistband - this is their usual action when preparing for a fight.

Griezmann's shoes left two deep marks on the grass.

He walked straight to the corner flag area, suddenly swung his right leg and blasted the spare ball into the stands.

Amid the crisp sound of the ball hitting the glass of the north stand, Song Wen appeared at the entrance of the passage.

"It's about to begin." Torres sighed softly.

He noticed that Song Wen had changed into Atletico Madrid training clothes, but there was double-sided tape sewn on the number - this detail made the veteran's pupils shrink slightly.

Twenty years ago, when a Brazilian genius joined the team, he also used this trick of being ready to change his number at any time.

The French sticks fanned out, and Costa deliberately used his shoulder to knock away the stretching Vitolo.

Griezmann seemed not to notice the commotion in the crowd and suddenly pushed out a cart with twenty footballs on it from the equipment room. The Atletico Madrid logo on the balls glowed blood red in the sunlight.

"A shooting competition?" Costa's sinister grin scared away the third group of pigeons. "I bet that kid can't last three rounds." He deliberately mixed Portuguese swear words with Spanish to ensure that Song Wen could understand every word.

Song Wen walked to the beverage box on the sidelines, took out a bottle of water and poured it on his head. As the water flowed down his chin and passed through the No. 17 training suit, he suddenly threw the empty bottle towards the goal - the plastic bottle drew a perfect arc in the air and fell accurately into the trash can meters away.

"Let's have an aperitif first."

He ripped off his training suit and threw it into the stands, revealing the scars on his body.

Those marks left in the Championship now look like medals under the Iberian sun.

Looking at Song Wen's extremely arrogant appearance, Griezmann's eyes became even colder.

What made it even harder for him to accept was that Torres suddenly stood up and applauded. The applause woke up the stalemated crowd, and the old golden boy walked between the two and said in the same tone that he used to comfort Aguero: "In the 2008 Champions League semi-final, Sergio and I had a free kick competition here."

He tapped the grass with his toes. "The stakes are the main position."

Griezmann's eyelashes fluttered.

Of course he knew the ending - the Argentine used a lift ball to make Torres sit on the bench for three months.

At this moment, the huge poster of "TORRES 9" above the stands is swaying in the wind, like a mirror comparing the past and the present.

“Antoine, you should not worry about the accuracy of the shot,” Costa suddenly interjected sinisterly. “Look at his calf muscles. I bet he can’t catch up with the back pass.”

The beast from the Brazilian rainforest licked its lips and suddenly rushed towards Song Wen!
There were gasps of shock in the training ground.

Costa's famous "death charge" once left Pique with seven stitches, and at this moment his 75-kilogram body was like a cannonball.

Song Wen bent down to adjust his shin guards, and only moved sideways casually when the opponent was three meters away from him - Costa was unable to stop in time and knocked over the billboard, and the mineral water bottle exploded like a firework.

"Remember to watch the road next time." Song Wen picked up an unopened bottle of energy drink with the tip of his shoe, flicked open the bottle cap with his thumb, and drank it with his head tilted back.

As drops of water rolled down his Adam's apple, he caught a glimpse of Griezmann adjusting his sports bracelet - the Frenchman had switched the heart rate monitor to boxing mode.

Diego Costa stood up with an angry look on his face.

"Boy, if you have the guts, come face to face with me."

This striker, who is called the Beast by the fans, plays aggressively, has strong confrontation and impact on the field, is always aggressive, and creates huge pressure on the opponent's defense in the penalty area like a beast, so he is also called "Beast".

"I heard that you knocked over a lot of people when you were in the Premier League. How come you can only dodge and evade here?"

Looking at the angry Costa, Song Wen sighed.

He didn't expect that the French players hadn't done anything yet, but this hot-tempered Brazilian-Spaniard actually had an orgasm.

In fact, Diego Costa doesn't have much opinion about Song Wen himself.

However, the locker room turmoil caused by Song Wen made the forward very angry.

Sometimes when God opens a door for a person, he will close a window for him.

Diego Costa has a strong body but also a simple mind.

In his opinion, as long as Song Wen is dealt with, the Atletico Madrid locker room turmoil will be solved.

Facing Diego Costa's provocation, Song Wen smiled.

In fact, these players are his favorites.

He is straightforward and brainless. Although he is full of hostility towards you now, he will be the most useful tool when you conquer him.

Song Wen shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently:

"Why, do you want to challenge me to a game of rugby?"

Diego Costa's eyes were full of fighting spirit.

"If you dare."

Song Wen said nothing, but just made a sprinting posture.

Diego Costa was obviously very satisfied with Song Wen's fluency.

Looking at the two people's actions, Torres opened his mouth to stop them.

"Hey, you two, at least take some precautions. No football player goes shirtless."

However, Torres' words not only failed to have a restraining effect, but instead seemed to become a signal gun for issuing orders.

Song Wen and Diego Costa started almost at the same time, and their crazy sprint speed caused the players to gasp.

The speed of these two people clearly showed no intention of holding back, as if they were two mad bulls charging towards each other!

The distance of more than ten meters was covered in an instant with the sprint of the two!
Costa and Song Wen turned sideways at the same time, and their shoulders collided at this moment!
Song Wen's eyes narrowed, and the energy in his little belly exploded at this moment. To be on the safe side, he even directly activated the nuclear power mode, allowing his body's energy to reach an extremely terrifying level!

But even so, Song Wen felt a huge force, which forced him to stop his forward momentum.

However, Song Wen just stopped.

Diego Costa is in a miserable situation at this moment.

At this moment, Diego Costa felt as if he had collided head-on with a high-speed dump truck!

The force seemed to be completely unshakable, and it knocked him back!
"Oh!"

The players watching on the sidelines burst into exclamations of disbelief.

Although they all know that Song Wen, who came from the Premier League, has extremely strong physical fitness, Diego Costa's reputation as a beast is not undeserved!
Even when facing Premier League teams in the Champions League, Costa can always gain the upper hand in physical confrontations, which is why he is so confident facing Song Wen.

But no one expected that after just one encounter, their Brazilian beast would be blown away!

Griezmann's eyelids twitched wildly as he looked at Costa lying on the ground.

He was somewhat glad that he had remained calm in Simeone's office just now and did not choose to fight with this horrible monster.

His French teammates, who had been ready to make a move, now loosened their clenched fists and their faces became a little friendlier.

The young man in front of them reminded them of the vicious figure in the football world.

Ibrahimovic.

They even felt that this person might be more terrifying than Ibrahimovic.

Diego Costa quickly got up from the ground.

He covered his numb right arm, his eyes full of disbelief.

But only a few seconds later, the beast from Brazil spoke frankly:
"You are very strong. But don't think that I will give up and continue to challenge you."

Although Costa still spoke firmly, everyone knew that when he said he would continue to challenge, it meant that he had already admitted defeat.

Song Wen smiled and turned to look at Griezmann.

"Hey Griezmann, have you figured out what we're going to compete in?"

Feeling Song Wen's gaze, Griezmann's hair stood up.

He felt that the word "beast" was more appropriate to describe Song Wen.

"Diego Costa is a beast" is just a metaphor.

"Song Wen is a beast" is a declarative sentence.

(End of this chapter)