The To Be Champs
the ep 57

brussels, 8:00 am

**Player **young is ready for practice\, the staff and coaches are already on the field\, there are some things announced before the practice is done\, the staff and coaches are already on the field\, starting from the news about the stay of manager hugo at the club that makes some players confused because they know how bad the first team when under him also irregular play and only rely on individuals.

    "Shut up!, thank you, because in a few days we'll be holding a league for your age, so we've got a new training that might drain you , but I'm sure you can finish this strenuous exercise because it's a workout that's been arranged for you so to start with I just want to say good luck to you guys."

"yes coach!" the players shouted.

abayomi looks from off the field because his hand is still injured, he still wants to come to see his team who will compete, yes even though his hands are itchy . he cannot do anything because it is not allowed by the coach and other players.

    although there is no captain of them, they have to follow the training before the game.There is a concern in each player , but they knew if they were just worried and doing nothing then the situation would get worse, so they were training as usual. 'the kids are, they're growing up' zaki looked at their attitude that yesterday was worried and today was calm .

what the coach said was not wrong, the training that day was so heavy, even just 20 minutes of sweat they had poured out, "shit coch was not joking" chatter the players who began to feel it.

after 30 minutes they take a break that is only given 10 minutes, but they are still sweating. "heyyy let's wake up we're going to the next training, just warm up you guys haven't to the core of the exercise" shouted the coach so loudly.

     they stood up, zaki looked at the screen that showed the condition of his body and clearly his anatomy on the screen. 'luckily there is a system, my breath is arranged to make my stamina not wasted' he murmured.

after standing the coach lined them up at the end of the pitch, then his assistant explained what they were going to do , there were some players still warming up.

  "alright, this is stamina training.don't anyone ask because I don't like questions, so you guys have to run to the end of this field and then come back and on and on and on and on, you can no longer understand "the players are starting to worry ."understand!"

   "well start" ..

they start it, there are some players who run very fast and there are slow running, zaki who is used to running to do moderate running because he wants the system to regulate his breathing more efficiently.

"haha I feel sorry for them, "abayomi who saw them started to get tired .

only 5 rounds they did.

the rolling time of each player began not strong, their chest tight and their left abdomen hurt.There are some who have given up in the 15th minute while Zaki has not even sweat.

20 Minutes of players reduced from 15 players to 8 players left .

24 Minutes left 5 people who were in the field

minute 28 only 3 players left one of them zaki who sweat but his breathing is still regular .

nothing he thinks even his mind is only focused on his foot field and the screen in front of him that keeps commemorating the zaki . [your stamina is decreasing, players are expected to stop!] the system flushed and upset zaki.

   'fucking disturb'

30 Minutes only zaki and mateo who seemed to force himself.

   zaki who looks calm looks at him who is right at his side. , his face withstands pain.llu he looks towards zaki. "hey if you can't you don't have to force yourself" he said to mateo whose breath began to make trumpet sounds, while running he shook his head.

 zaki smiled.

minute 35 mateo like his breath will run out start not strong then, then,

bruk!! he fell down but he held his body with both hands, zaki went forward to greet him. 'fuck I want to die' his friend who had been waiting for them some began to help him to the side of the field. "geez is stubborn" said a Brazilian friend in Brazilian.

      he picked it up with another friend. "you're going to die here stupid" picked it up .

mateo's pissed off. "droga!" he shouted because he was not able to be like Zaki.

his friend just shook his head while lifting him to the side of the field.

and it's been an hour the siren sounds rang out, signifying the rehearsal is over.

tooots

"finished, zaki came here together" shouted the coach who was waiting on the side of the field

the other players looked at him in astonishment, and some were amazed at him who seemed to still be able to smile and only exhale him once.

    zaki runs towards them and the coach . he sits near the mateo. mateo whose head is covered in a towel thrusting water. he throws it. zaki catches it. "thank you" zaki smiles, ' ' he throws it. Zaki catches it. "thank you , mateo just nodded his head.

     'fucking he can still smile and obviously he's not even as crowded as the others his breath is still stable.fucking I'm envious' mate feels defeated by zaki. she covered her face using a towel, her hair looking a little.

"well, you guys, thank you for following the rules, unless you mateo "coach pointed it out . mateo bowed down. "I've come back to stop if I can't do it , lucky this is just the beginning if tomorrow is like that again, you better not come to practice.well "warn it.

"fucking" murmured mateo.

   "you will be given a break 20 minutes from now after that we will start the exercise, remember if anyone feels bad with his limbs good to report . and also this exercise will be done 6 days before the last day you are given a break . well enjoy your training" he said.

'fuck him being a different person when training' he thought.

.

.

.

     elsewhere 1-0, where the league's regular matches are taking place, an anderlecht match won by them, hugo was saying a few words after the match . he who was talking a few words interrupted by figaro.

    "fuck, coach why do you hold me during the game, we might win 3 - 0 if I go in" he said, standing up, another player who was tired of looking at him cynically . including the reserve striker now played full time saw it as he put in the winner's goal.

  hugo ignored him, he continued his words. "thank you for all of your efforts, including you fernandes survived for being motm(man of the match)" he said praising him

fernandes simply smiled as he nodded his head.

   then figaro slams his shirt "fuck, coach what's your problem with me, I'm the best I'm you know I'm going to be top scorer all of you guys nothing without a goal from-" when he's angry, hugo's angry.

    throw the bottle that was hapir with his head.

the duar!!! the bottle hit the locker.

figaro was surprised by his surprise.he looked at the cold hugo staring at him. The players were silent and did not dare to say what."SHUT UP DAMN I HAVEN'T FINISHED TALKING, I'M THE DREAMER HERE I WARNED YOU TO SHUT UP BUT YOU SABOTAGED ME WHILE YOU WERE TALKING. GET OUT OR I'LL GIVE YOU A SUSPENSION ON FI GA RO!!" his voice was high but his body was calm his face was cold but made anyone feel was was was. all were silent, the dressing room was without sound.staff who were beside him gulped their saliva .

    but figaro the man seemed to lose his head, he arrogantly replied said hugo.

"OKe okeh coach!! damn look next week I'll be at a rival club and make you regret including you" pointed at fernandes who don't know anything, this fucking club you'll all see my anger" he said confidently as he walked out.

      there was no sound, except for the sound of the door being shut.

then.....

"HAHAHAHAHAHA GOOD if that's what you want fucking 'em, I'll keep you out of practice or next week's game and I'll see if what you say is true or not" said hugo that makes the players look amazed because of his charisma.

he is not afraid to lose a player who is even good .