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After returning to his apartment, Arghana immediately collapsed onto the sofa, allowing his exhausted body to enjoy a brief moment of tranquility.
The fatigue still lingered in every muscle, the result of the intense training session and experiments he had conducted throughout the day.
However, even though his body felt weak, his mind couldn't seem to rest.
The night crept slowly.
With a glass of water on the table and his laptop open in front of him, Arghana resumed his nightly ritual—watching footage of professional players' performances.
He replayed several clips of Romeo Castelen, trying to find the missing link from his experiment earlier.
But the longer he stared at the screen, a wild idea began to form in his mind.
What if tomorrow, he tried something different? What if this time, he emulated Cristiano Ronaldo?
Arghana's hands moved quickly, typing Cristiano Ronaldo's name into the search bar.
He searched for clips showcasing Ronaldo's signature moves—quick step-overs, sharp body feints, and his exploitative approach to one-on-one duels.
He selected three or four videos that he thought were most relevant and saved them in a special playlist.
That night, even though his body seemed to beg for more rest, his mind kept racing.
He knew tomorrow would be another day full of experiments, a new step to understand just how far his body and mind could adapt.
With a resolve that grew stronger, Arghana shut his laptop and lay down on his bed.
"Tomorrow, we try again," he murmured to himself, before finally falling asleep with images of Ronaldo's movements filling his head.
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Arghana arrived at the training ground that morning with the same determination as yesterday.
He followed the treatment method from Dr. Annelies, going through physical and breathing sessions with discipline.
Once his body started to adjust to the new training rhythm, he entered his focus mode.
In this state, he began studying the video clips of Cristiano Ronaldo that he had prepared the night before.
Every movement, every touch of the ball, the acceleration patterns, and the body transitions—Arghana observed them carefully.
He tried to understand the small details that made these movements so effective on the field.
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In the afternoon, after eating and resting briefly, Arghana returned to the field.
He repeated the treatment method with full confidence, entering his focus phase faster than before.
Once the sensation set in, he immediately set up the video recorder.
Without hesitation, he started dancing with the ball, attempting to replicate every move he had learned from Cristiano Ronaldo.
Every touch, every body turn, and every acceleration was executed as closely as possible to what he had seen in the video.
Today's experiment had begun.
As he danced with Ronaldo's movements in his focus state, Arghana kept moving, following the patterns he had stored in his memory.
Every step, every spin, every acceleration—he tried to replicate it with all his energy.
But it wasn't long before—Thud!
Arghana knelt again.
The wave of exhaustion hit his body like a massive surge pulling him down into the depths of the ocean.
His breath was ragged, his chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm.
He moved slowly, adjusting to the fatigue spreading through his body, then stood up and walked toward the recorder still running.
When he pressed the button to view the footage, his eyes widened.
"Two minutes...?" he muttered, almost in disbelief.
Only two minutes.
The recording duration was even shorter than his previous experiment.
The comparison between his movements and Cristiano Ronaldo's didn't even need to be mentioned.
He hadn't just failed to replicate the movements properly—he had FAILED COMPLETELY.
Arghana paused for a moment, then exhaled deeply.
He looked up at the silent training room ceiling, as if searching for answers among the steel beams and neon lights above.
"What went wrong?" he asked himself.
Was his body unable to handle the intensity of the movements in a high-focus state?
Or maybe there was something different about learning movements from a video and trying to replicate them directly on the field?
Or perhaps there was a limit he couldn't surpass using this method?
He felt the need to consult Dr. Annelies again.
But when he remembered the 500-euro bill from their last session, he could only manage a bitter smile.
Still, he called the clinic and made an appointment. He needed answers.
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On his way home from training, Arghana felt the weight of exhaustion dragging at his body, but his mind continued to spin over today's failed experiment.
His breath was still slightly heavy as he walked toward the bus stop, replaying how completely he had failed at mimicking Ronaldo's moves.
Just as he was about to pull out his phone to search for another video, an incoming call interrupted his thoughts.
The name on the screen surprised him. Eric ten Hag.
Arghana answered the call with some hesitation. "Hello, Coach?"
Ten Hag's voice sounded as calm as ever. "Arghana, I just wanted to give you some direct information.
Go Ahead Eagles management has received transfer inquiries for you."
Arghana's heart raced faster. He paused for a moment, trying to process the words.
"From which club, Coach?"
"There are a few. But the ones that are seriously interested are two from Eredivisie and a few from outside the Netherlands.
I can't give further details, as I no longer have authority at this club."
Arghana bit his lip.
A feeling of helplessness began to rise within him.
He had no agent, no strong bargaining position, and now he didn't even know if he still had control over his own future.
"You need to speak with management as soon as possible if you want to secure your future, Arghana," Ten Hag continued.
"But beyond that, one thing I can advise: make sure your physical and mental condition is ready.
Whatever happens, this could be a big step for your career."
Arghana could only nod, even though Ten Hag couldn't see him. "Thank you, Coach."
The call ended, leaving Arghana in silence.
His steps were slow, but his thoughts had already raced far ahead.
This was all happening too fast. He didn't even feel ready to move to a bigger club.
And in the growing panic, only one thing felt certain: he needed to see Dr. Annelies.