Chapter 959: The Rest of the Holiday & Back at the Training Ground Again!

Of course, getting himself ready for the pitch was one thing, but for him to truly go to the training session was another.

He was not stupid here. He still had four more days off, and the boy intended to spend the whole of it to get away from the footballing world.

The boy spent most of his second day of a break in his own flat, playing the new football game on PS5. Honestly, it was quite funny how he played his own character there, finding this to be a surreal experience.

Still, just like any other gamers, there would always be one thing or two to be complained, especially when he felt that something didn’t match the reality.

"What the fuck?! Morita-san’s speed is only 72? Do you think he is really that slow?!"

"Wait, what?! You don’t even have a proper card for Hoppe?! And you told me that you are the best football player in the world?!"

"How the fuck are Oz-san’s stats really that high?! He didn’t even play a single game for Liverpool this season, for God’s sake!"

Well, that was just a small part of his day, but Higo had to say that he enjoyed the whole experience of playing a football game. This also helped him consolidate his footballing knowledge, as he always felt like he lacked about this one.

This way, he knew quite well at least the national team’s squad, from their name to their club, so that when he got called to the Samurai Blue team, Higo wouldn’t embarrass himself too much there.

Then, on the second day, he decided to rent a mountain bike, not to go to the mountain, of course, but to spend his time sightseeing around the whole city.

Yeah, the boy somehow remembered that it had been a long time since he had taken fresh air in this city, finding everything always so tense since the pandemic began. This way, he could get his mind clear, and the boy also had time to enjoy whatever scenic spot that this city could offer.

Then, on the fourth and fifth days, Higo decided to lay low, using those two days to take a proper rest before having to fight again for the team.

Of course, in that five-day break, he didn’t really abandon his professional ethic. No, the boy still did his physical conditioning, like jogging every early morning and light physical training properly, and not only that, his diet was still as disciplined as ever.

That was why, once the break was over and the main team was back to the training ground, Frohling couldn’t help but give a nod of approval, finding himself appreciating the boy’s level of professionalism in keeping his body in the best state no matter what condition he was in.

If anything, though, his gaze darkened when he saw the data from the others, especially at the weight that they gained.

"Benjy, five days, and your weight increases by 1.5 kg?! What the hell are you doing, eating the whole pig and starving your family?!"

Stambouli didn’t have anything to return, having to accept the roast embarrassingly.

The others snickered secretly, but once Frohling’s gaze landed on them, their mouth shut instantly while they prayed inwardly that they didn’t get caught in this crossfire.

Unfortunately, Frohling’s eyes were sharper than ever, as he glanced at some of them with dark gazes as if he were ready to swallow them alive.

"Fab! Rudy! You don’t have any room to complain here! Your HRV data drops drastically compared to what it was before the break! How much did you fucking drink the alcohol, Bastards?!"

"Also, Beni! Morita! Don’t think I forget about you!"

"Sead! You are a senior member here! How could you..."

"Nabil! Don’t hide, damnit!"

Almost all of them received some sort of scolding from the head coach, and the boss could feel his mouth was foaming from talking too much.

Only two players were safe here: Higo and Omar Mascarell. The two just spent their holiday steadily, not changing their daily habits at all even when their activity changed a lot.

Now that they saw their teammates suffering like this, those two just stared at each other before letting out a relieved sigh simultaneously.

"Damn! It is good that I didn’t do anything stupid, or I would have to join those guys, right?" Higo couldn’t help but murmur.

"Yeah, even though some people said that a captain has to suffer the same as his players, I would definitely not want to get caught in this shit hole..." Omar Mascarell added, wiping a single bead of sweat from his forehead in relief.

Well, after this, the boss finally decided the punishment for each one who couldn’t maintain their state after the break.

For those who did it for the first time, like Morita and Hoppe, they just had to double their physical training in the gym. Not that they liked it, of course, since the session was quite demanding after not moving their body for almost a whole week.

Still, at least, it was better than the alternative, which was what the repeated offenders got.

No, not only did they have to double their training, but they would also receive a hefty fine from the management due to their lack of discipline.

After all, this had been emphasized since the season began, and yet, some still dared to cross the line repeatedly. This was definitely a challenge to death itself.

One of the players who got caught there was Fabian Reese, and Higo couldn’t help but snort when he saw that. The boy knew that the blonde winger had a serious addiction to wine, especially when he was accompanied by his fiancée.

’Well, this finally bites him in the ass. Hopefully, he learns from his lesson.’ He murmured quietly.

Now, though, that the scolding session was finally over, they could finally start the training session, and with the whistle being blown by Waldoch...

"COME ON! IT IS TIME TO GET SERIOUS AGAIN!"