Godfather Of Champions

When July is about to end, after a month of training and warm-up matches, Dunn has basically determined the first team roster for the new season.

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Adriano Mok has been very painful recently. When he received a call from the first team, he was very excited. He thinks that he has worked hard for nearly ten years and finally it is time to realize his ideal.

But the reality crushed him cruelly.

The head of the first team, who always likes to wear sunglasses and rarely smiles on his face, barely gave him any approving glances. He could feel that he was also a player drawn from the youth team, and he was treated differently from the others.

Of course, his own performance may not be very good either...

He found that the boss prefers players who are not afraid of physical confrontation in the game, and even actively seek physical confrontation. And he, who relies entirely on technology to avoid physical confrontation, is not very popular.

Since he was promoted to the U16 team, he has suffered a total of three major injuries, of which the injury was the heaviest after being loaned to Sunderland last season. He admits that he is afraid of making direct physical contact with a strong opponent, but he also believes that if these physical confrontations can be avoided reasonably by skill, then he can't say that he is doing something wrong-why must there be physical contact? If I can practice the technique to the point where the opposing defensive player can't catch me at all, isn't it necessary to have to collide with the opponent head-on?

From the beginning of his first injury, he put this idea into practical action. So his technique is the fastest and the best in the team. In the confrontation with his peers, he is always good at using subtle fake moves to deceive opponents, or use excellent speed to bypass those defensive players in advance. This approach allows him to have no disadvantages in the youth team, and it can please the audience. Therefore, he is considered by Greenwood as the most promising young man in this youth team.

But all of his advantages will not work in South Vilford.

When he first represented the forest first team in a warm-up match, he faced the fierce defenders of the League One team and tried his best to use his advantage to break through, but the result just made him look like Running away.

He still remembers clearly. When he was too sticky and was caught by two defenders and lost the ball, he caught a glimpse of the head on the sidelines shaking his head.

He was replaced halfway through that game and sat on the bench panting silently. He knew that he had failed. But this is only the first game. Everyone has it once, right? He comforted himself like this in his heart.

So the next game... he was replaced midway, or near the end of the game.

It's the 22-year-old Chris who is still in the reserve team. He was always used as the object of ridicule before. He joked with others and said that his life is over. He thinks that this person is mediocre and has no future. Cohen, the first team suddenly showed a side that surprised Mork.

He is brave and obedient. He performed well on the court, as if he had played for the first team for several seasons.

Cohen on the left is not only attacking, but also actively participating in defense. Every time he saw him chasing back from the frontcourt and driving the opponent to the corner flag, Mok sitting on the bench would sneak a glance at his head, and then he would be jealous to see the head nodding with a smile on his face!

why!

He still doesn't think that he is inferior to Cohn's guy. In terms of talent and technology, he is not a little bit ahead of him. Cohn’s skills may be limited to stopping the ball before passing it... Will he pick the ball on his heel? Will he keep cycling without tripping over the ball? Will he use continuous spikes to speed up? Will he pick up the football to avoid the opponent's scoops while running at high speed? Will he step on the ball and turn around?

Watching him play football can only make me frown, it is simply a miner playing football, no beauty!

But looking at him like that, he is more hopeful than himself to stay in the first team...

Mok felt unfair.

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"There are fifteen days left, and the new season will begin. The big list can also be finalized." Dunn said to Tang and Chris Lak in the office, "You should do this kind of offensive thing." He Hehe laughing.

"I'll do it." Chris Lak took the initiative to take over the task.

In fact, it is mainly to inform the players who have been transferred from the youth team and the second team, as well as the young people who have joined the team this summer. Just like transferring them to the first team, Chris Lak called one by one to inform them whether to stay in the first team training or temporarily return to the youth team and second team training. This job really offends people...Of course, if the other person's head is smart enough, he can understand that Tony Dunn actually made this decision.

"In addition, there are three Champions League teams and one League One team that are interested in Chris Cummons. Sell it at the right price..." Dunn waved his hand.

Cammons has been unable to keep up with the team's requirements for a long time. Until now, Dunn decided to sell. On the one hand, out of the consideration of increasing income and reducing expenditure, not only sell those players who can't bring too much contribution to the team, but at the same time the club still pays him; on the other hand, naturally, I don’t want to let Cummons be the bench for the forest team , Even if you can't play in the Premier League, it's better to go to the Premier League team to play the main force than to spend your years here.

Although Cammons is very loyal, he did not complain because he played as a substitute here. Dunn still wanted to sell him cruelly.

The third reason is that he found someone who can replace Cammons-Chris Cohen.

This month, Cohen's bit by bit performance, Dunn has seen it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He believes that Cohen's ability is completely above that of Cummins, and he has played in the reserve team for several years without making any comments. It shows that he is the kind of player who can accept the fate of the substitute. Such a player Dunn likes the most-he has strength but no idea. Will not become an unstable factor in the locker room.

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After a day of training, Chris Lak announced to the players that several young people will receive a call from him this evening to inform them whether they will be registered to participate in the Premier League next season.

For those young people, the most critical moment has come.

Mok returned home anxiously, and then continued to wait anxiously for the call from the assistant coach.

He was full of fluke illusions, thinking that he still had hope of entering the first team. The basis for his thinking comes from the previous two warm-up games, and his playing time is a bit longer than before. He believes that his excellent technique and quick breakthrough on the right side moved the head.

After a month, his goal has been retreat-no longer expecting himself to become the most promising young star of the team, but to be able to play in the first team, even as a rotation player.

The young man who was full of dreams at the beginning has to put aside his unrealistic dreams.

At half past nine in the evening, he waited for a call to decide his fate.

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David Chris Luck took the address book of the players and found the name "Adriano Mok" on it.

This is the last call he made today.

It is also the only different phone.

He used to tell the other party the result with a smile before, but now he needs to face up before dialing the phone-this is not something that can make others laugh.

Chris Lak has done everything that offends people. He and Tang are the right and left hands of Dunn. Most of the time, Dunn appears in front of the players as a likable image. He and the lads seem to have a good time together. And all the trivial matters that need to offend some people are left to Chris Lak and Tang to deal with. Of course, the work that offends people in the general direction of big things is done by Tang En. Such as cursing in the locker room.

"Hi, Adriano Mok?" The phone went through.

"It's me, sir!" The voice over there didn't know whether it was excited or nervous, it sounded different from usual. It almost made Chris Lak think he made the wrong call.

"Hmm..." Chris Lak paused for a while. "You have worked very hard in the team. To be honest, your skill really impressed me, and your breakthrough on the right side is also very sharp." What he said is not a compliment or comfort, it is really true. This is the advantage of Mok. Good is good, bad is bad. "You have some extraordinary actions that I can't even think of. I can't do anything except applaud and exclaim."

After the praise...

"But." Chris Lak took the phone away and coughed slightly. "I'm sorry to inform you that you are not in the plan for the first team this season. Of course, I am talking about the plan for this season. You still have many shortcomings. We hope you can continue to accumulate experience in the reserve team game and help those Disadvantages. At the same time, you can also choose to rent out to exercise..."

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What the assistant coach said next, Mok didn't even listen. When he heard "I'm sorry to inform you that you are not in the plan of the first team this season", there is already a noise in his ears.

Ruined?

There is only this idea in his brain.

As for when he thanked the assistant coach and hung up, he didn't know.

He felt unwilling.

In the youth team, he is the best. When he was less than seventeen years old, he had already received many invitations from other teams, and the scouts who lobbied him to change their team were rejected by Mork. He is from Nottingham. Their family has been a fan of Nottingham Forest since their great-grandfather. He just wants to play for Nottingham Forest.

Whether it is David Chris Lack, Don, or Greenwood, all previous youth training supervisors are very optimistic about him. They assured him that he would have a bright future in Nottingham Forest.

He will become an excellent forest player like George Wood. He wears the Nottingham Forest jersey every week to devote beautiful excellence and breakthroughs to the fans who support him, as well as one goal...

His room was filled with posters of the greatest star in the history of the Forest. When he first entered the Forest Juniors, he began to have the same dream-one day when he retired from the Forest, the city All the fans in the stadium stood up and chanted his name.

Now that all this is gone, he can't even get in the first team!

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When the training of the second day began, Dunn and his coaches looked at Adriano Mok who was warming up in the team with some surprise.

Dunn glanced at Chris Lak.

The other party quickly explained: "I called him and clearly rejected him."

"Maybe not reconciled," Tang said beside.

"I..." Just as Dunn wanted to open his mouth, Chris Luck ran out: "I'll tell him again."

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"Mok!" Chris Lak strode forward to Adriano Mok with a stern face, and reached out and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing here?"

"Participate in training, sir." Mok's hand was pulled, and his legs moved.

"Did I not make it clear to you? Yesterday I told you on the phone that you should go to the reserve team to participate in training and competition."

"You are very clear, sir. But I don't think the reserve team can make me progress." Mork stopped and looked directly at the assistant coach of the first team.

Their dispute attracted the attention of everyone else in the training ground. The players who were warming up also stopped their business one after another, turning to look at Coach Chris Lak and Mock who were pulling together.

"Then you can choose to rent out to accumulate game experience. Just like the previous two seasons!"

"Is it a Premier League team?" Mork asked rhetorically.

"That depends on whether any Premier League teams are interested in you." Tony Dunn's voice sounded beside them. He glanced at Mork, then turned to Chris Lak and said, "It seems you are in trouble, David?"

"I'm sorry, Tony. But I..."

Dunn interrupted him and asked Mork directly: "Did Coach Chris Lak clearly explain to you on the phone yesterday? Your current level is not up to the requirements of the first team. But you can participate in the reserve team game. Or be rented out to accumulate experience and correct your own problems."

"But I don't think my level is that bad. I don't think the reserve team or the English Champions League will help me improve my level, boss." Even in the face of Dunn, Mok did not dodge his eyes. "My technique is the best in the youth team in the same session, and my speed is also very fast. You have seen me play, don't you have a deep impression on my breakthrough on the wing?"

Dunn stared at this kid for a while, wondering where he had such courage.

Then he turned his head to look at Chris Lak.

"He was really outstanding when he was in the youth team..." Chris Lak shrugged a little awkwardly. "One-on-one, almost no one can guard him without fouling."

"I will not let my players not foul in the official game." Dunn said.

"Do you know what your problem is? Mok." He turned his face and asked again.

"Physical confrontation. But I have a way to avoid these confrontations. My technique is outstanding and my speed is very fast. Even if three people surround me, I can get rid of it in time. I am very smart and I know how I should try my best. There are advantages, avoid disadvantages..." Mork, like a salesman, desperately told the various advantages of this product in his hand. He wants to stay in the Nottingham Forest first team, no matter what method is used.

Dunn stared at him again, as if to see him through.

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When Dunn also intervened in the dispute between Chris Lak and Mork, the players on the field no longer paid attention to the coach's orders and gathered together to see what happened.

Now they all understand, it turned out that Mok was listed out of the new season plan by the boss. He was unwilling and wanted to ask for an explanation...

This kid is so bold! You know, no one has ever done this before in the forest team coached by Dunn.

"Do you want to bet?" Eastwood ran up and down among the crowd. "Bet that kid can stay as he wants? I'm the dealer, and the odds for staying are 20 for one, and the odds for leaving is seven. One!"

"Two hundred pounds, I bet he won't stay. I don't like that kid." Pepe also mixed in. He does have reason not to like it. Every time in the team practice, Mock always picks Pepe, who has proven himself in the Premier League and European football. If he succeeds, he will look very good. Excited. This really made Pepe feel insulted. If it weren't for the boss to not allow infighting, Pepe couldn't guarantee that he would punch Mork in the nose.

Pei wore his head, and more and more players participated. One hundred and fifty are added up. But everyone is not optimistic that Mok can stay.

"Hey! Hey!" the gypsy screamed. "You should bet on the unpopular at this time." If everyone bet on Mok's departure, then he won't be able to make anything after a bet...According to his odds, if Mok stays, once Mok Ke really stayed, so you can get two thousand pounds for one hundred pounds. Without being charged, all these bets naturally belonged to Eastwood. And if Mok was left, Mok was really gone. In addition to returning the principal of 100 pounds, Eastwood had to take another 14 pounds. Unless everyone bet Mok to leave and Mok stays instead, he will wait to lose money...

"Betting the unpopular loses. We are not stupid, Freddie. Look at your own odds, who else do you believe will bet him to win?" Everyone laughed. It's not that everyone dislikes this lively boy like Pepe, but everyone knows what it is to be against the boss.

"One thousand pounds, I bet he can stay." George Wood said outside the circle. Everyone was stunned and turned to look at him together.

"Reason?" Pepe asked.

"Someone has to make him earn some money," he said, pointing to Eastwood.

"Hey!" Eastwood frowned, looking indifferent. Although it has been many years since George Wood had his leg tackled, his view of Wood has not changed much. "Don't worry, if you accidentally win, I won't be wronged."

If Wood really won, Eastwood would have to pay twenty times the £1,000-£20,000.

Even if it is a professional player, this is not just a number that is not distressed.

Although Wood joined, some unpopular people were finally betting. But other people are still betting on "Mok will definitely go".

Those young people who joined the team only this season hesitated outside the circle for a while and squeezed in.

"Aren't you going to play, Cohen?" Bostock, who had placed the bet, squeezed out again and found that Chris Cohen was still sitting there. "The coaches don't care anyway, it's okay to gamble."

Cohen shook his head: "I don't gamble." He looked at Mork who was still confronting the two coaches.

"That kid Mok... must be unlucky this time." Bostock sat down next to him. In fact, everyone knows that Mok looks down on Cohen. Perhaps it is the positional relationship, one left and the other right, will always be used for comparison. Moreover, Cohen was obviously more liked by the boss, which made Mok, a self-esteem, somewhat unacceptable.

"He's a stupid poor creature."

Bostock looked at Cohen in surprise. This is the first time Cohen expressed a negative view of Mork. In the past, when Mok targeted Cohen intentionally or unintentionally in training, he was always silent.

"Thinking that I am the best among my peers, I feel that I should have a smooth journey after I come out of the youth team. I imagined that I would be killed in a critical game, the final savior, and become famous in the first battle. Use gorgeous technology to please the audience and Commentator, I think that he will become a world-class star with more than five people in a row and represent the England team to win the European Cup and the World Cup. The mediocre teammates only need to work hard not to drag him back, and try to create space for him to perform. I should be The symbol of this team, the number one star, the media around them like flies all day long, the beauties change one every night, and the fans are touted as the best genius in the history of the team. Major clubs are waving checks. Blocked in front of his house begging him to join, the head coach threatened the club chairman to hang himself if he sold him. When he retired, the crowds saw him off, and a bronze statue of him was erected outside the stadium before he died. The stand for the most die-hard fans is named after him, and the annual award for the best player in England is his name..."

After Cohen said so much in one breath, he turned his face to look at Bostock who was surprised, and smiled: "I've done this kind of daydream before."

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Dunn retracted his gaze: "Very good, kid. I now give you one last chance to prove to me your ability and use your actual actions to tell me that the previous judgments are all wrong. If you can do it, I'll let you stay. If you can't, where to go and where to go."

"I accept!" Mok nodded vigorously.

Dunn turned and walked away, directing the staff to move a small goal to the penalty area on the side of the court.

"Put here." He pointed to the penalty zone line on the right.

After doing this, he will keep the football under his feet, and the hook has been called Mok.

"With such a large space in the penalty area, two-on-two. I don't care how you get rid of the defensive player, and then whether it is a shot or a pass to your partner... If it is a shot, you must shoot to win. If it is a pass, you must Make sure your partner shoots in after receiving your ball to win. Do you have any comments?"

"Is there a goalkeeper?"

"What does the goalkeeper do for such a small goal?"

"Can I choose my partner?"

"Of course, you can pick the player in the first team that you think has the best shooting skills."

Mork looked at the small goal, then pointed to Eastwood who was busy calculating the bet in the distance: "Freddy Eastwood, I want Freddy to be my partner."

Dunn nodded and agreed: "Very good." Chris Lak next to him turned his head and shouted: "Freddy——! Come here!!"

Eastwood ran over with a puzzled look: "What's the matter, boss?"

"Two on two, you partner with him." Dunn pointed at Mok. "You two from over there..." He pointed to the sideline of the penalty area opposite the goal. "Start the offense and continue to attack here. He will dominate the offense. You have to cooperate with him and open up space for him. He does not necessarily pass the ball to you, but may also shoot himself. It's like a formal game."

Eastwood froze for a moment, then laughed: "No problem, boss."

"Okay, your team is finished. It's time for me to find an opponent for you." Dunn turned and scanned the players who gathered together to watch the excitement. Then he said to Chris Lak, "Go and call George and Pepe."

Chris Lak was stunned and didn't leave. "Are you kidding me, Tony?"

"Of course I am not kidding."

"But the two of them..."

Dunn looked at Mork, who was confident standing in front of him, and said: "Since we want to establish a foothold in the Nottingham Forest first team, we naturally have to challenge the strongest opponent. We are not a team fighting for relegation. If we can't win George and Pei Pei, don't even want to win the world's powerful enemies. Are you right, Mok?"

Mork nodded: "Yes, boss. To play against a weak opponent, I might as well go to the reserve team and choose to be loaned to the British Championship."

Dunn snapped his fingers: "I like this character. Call them over."

When Eastwood heard their conversation, his face was a little hard to look.

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Chris Lak strode up to the players and waved: "George, Pepe. Come out!"

Now everyone knows what the boss is going to do. There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Hey, George! You don't deliberately release water to win money, do you?"

"Pepe! Give that kid a lesson! Stick to Freddy, don't let him have a chance to shoot!"

Chris Luck looked at the group of people dumbfounded. Did they secretly open the market for this matter?

Peppa and Wood stood up, and he glanced at the captain next to him: "I will do my best, captain."

"Do you think I'm the one who can release water?" Wood asked back.

Two people followed Chris Lak to the people waiting over there.

Dunn told Peppa and Wood again about the rules just mentioned. Finally, he emphasized: "This is not about training or acting. This is an official game, and it is the key battle for whether we can enter the Champions League next season! I hope you can show all your strength and attitude. If you let me see someone No effort, you know what the consequences are."

Then he withdrew from the penalty area and let Chris Lak serve as the referee.

"Come on, guys. Five games in total, three wins and two losses!"

A group of people gathered around to watch this special game.

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As in the official game, Eastwood kicked off in the "middle circle" and passed the football to Mork. He ran forward on his own, helping Mok attract Pepe's attention.

And Mork drove the ball to meet George Wood.

When the two of them were still three meters away, Mok's upper body suddenly shook. The football appeared from behind his head and flew behind George Wood.

Pick the ball on the heel!

"WOOOOOW——" Someone whistled off the court, this action was indeed gorgeous. But the actual effect...

Wood turned around, opened his arms, and blocked Mork who was trying to go around, and then he took the football to Pepe who was behind him calmly.

Chris Lak’s whistle sounded: "The first round is over, George and the others have won!"

There was a cheer from the sidelines. They certainly didn't cheer because Mork lost, they were happy because they had the hope of winning a small amount of money.

Mork gritted his teeth and stared at the calmly-faced captain.

Eastwood shrugged and spread his hands beside.

In the second game, Eastwood still passed the football to Mork, and then Mork did it alone.

This time, he intends to use his sudden start to throw away George Wood, who is in position, with a change of direction and acceleration. He has confidence in his speed, even if the captain's speed is as fast. But turning around is always slower than a straight breakthrough, isn't it?

After making a silly shot, he managed to break through Wood, and the defensive side who needed to turn around did suffer a bit. But just when he was excited to continue to break through Pepe in front, he was staggered from the diagonally behind.

He desperately tried to keep his balance and the ball. But everything was in vain under such a fierce body collision.

He staggered the football out of the world. Pepe even stood still and didn't move.

"Foul!" he cried unwillingly.

"Reasonable collision." Chris Lak said to him. "At the end of the second game, George and Peppa won."

"You are too weak, boy!" Pepe laughed at him in front.

Eastwood shook his head slightly.

In the third game, the gypsy still kicked the football to Mork and ran forward. But he doesn't expect this person to pass the ball to him. Obviously Pepe thought so too. He left Eastwood and left behind, waiting for him to fumble back and forth with Wood.

This time Mok seemed to be able to spit out fire in his eyes, and he stared at Wood. The speed of the ball underfoot has not changed at all.

Step to the left and bypass the football.

Wood was unmoved.

Step to the right and bypass the football.

Wood was unmoved.

Fake buckle on the right foot.

Wood was unmoved.

The right foot comes back again.

Wood remained unmoved. Just retreat at his speed.

Raise your right foot and continue to make a spike. The moment his foot fell, Mok's toes touched the football. The football did not roll to the left, but passed straight between Wood's legs!

A group of people screamed: This kid wore Wood's crotch! !

Wood was stunned for a moment--he didn't expect that he would be pierced by the other party-he saw the other party speeding around from his side.

Pepe was shocked and was about to defend. But seeing Wood suddenly turned around and strode after one step. When he was able to touch Mok, he stretched out a hand on the boy's shoulder, then sank, pulled his hand back, and split his legs. Shovel to the football at Mok's feet.

Tackle from behind!

Mok didn't even have time to be happy, so he fell headlong, and stopped after rolling the ball for several laps.

Suddenly there was no sound outside the court. Everyone was thinking: The captain really got his feet...

Mork lay on the ground and looked back in surprise at George Wood who was still holding the tackle posture. He couldn't believe what happened just now.

Chris Lak's whistle sounded, and he ran to the two and showed Wood a yellow card: "Foul! At the end of the third game, George and Peppa win!"

Mok reacted suddenly, he jumped up from the ground and pointed at Wood and shouted: "Why! He fouled! He fouled! Why did he win?!"

"Because your offense is over." Chris Lak explained.

"But he used fouls to stop me! Isn't fouls an action that is not allowed by the rules?" Mok refused to give up. Because he knows three wins in five games, he will be eliminated if he loses this one.

Looking at Mok's angry face, Chris Lak really couldn't connect him to the man who was always triumphant before.

"Have you ever seen a football game where there was no foul in 90 minutes?" the coach who had coached Mork in the youth team asked coldly.

"It's not fair!" Mok froze for a while and continued to roar, "It is unfair to use a foul to stop the attack! If he doesn't foul, I must break through!"

"Nonsense!" Chris Lak also roared. "You have passed Wood, and Peppa is in front of you. When you have used Wood's time and Peppa, Wood is back! You continue! Can you finish the eleven people on the court!"

"Just enter the restricted area..."

"Don't worry, they will knock you down before you enter the penalty area, just like Wood did to you just now!"

"That's a foul!"

"Have you ever seen a football game without fouls! What did Tony just say? When it was an official game! In an official game, your opponent is not a pole that allows you to live without moving! It's not that there are no robots without self-thinking consciousness! "

Mok was completely stupid.

"Three wins in five games, you lost, Mork. Now, go back to the reserve team!" Chris Lak said coldly, pointing to the western court.

The players on the sidelines saw this scene in front of them and suddenly felt a little unbearable. In any case, the set of actions he had just done by George is really beautiful, which is amazing.

"David." Dunn walked in and reached out to stop his assistant. "Let him compare the remaining two rounds." Then he turned his head and said to Mork: "It's because you almost managed to break through George. I can give you another chance-even if you win in these five rounds. You can stay in one round. Now you have two rounds left." He raised two fingers.

Chris Lack looked back at Dunn, he didn't think it was Dunn's extra gift at all. On the contrary, he felt that Dunn was going to completely destroy Mork's faith. Because with Mork's current performance, it is impossible to win the next game successfully.

Mok picked up the football silently and walked back to the starting point.

Eastwood sighed and shook his head and followed back.

On the fourth attempt, Mok again planned to rush directly when facing Wood. This time Wood didn't even need to turn his body. He judged in advance and stuck in position. Mork hit the ball head-on and the ball was broken.

There were no comments or boos on the sidelines, and all the players were stunned by what they saw-in fact, everyone knows how well Mork is, and there is no chance of winning one-on-one with Wood. What shocked them was that Mok was still rushing, and Wood's style of meticulously executing orders even in the face of weak opponents. Many people changed their positions with Mork in their hearts, and felt that if he faced Wood like this, he could only feel desperate...

Peppa watched Wood compete with Mork in the front, shrugged at the back, turned his head and made faces to the teammates who were watching the game outside. The match was two-on-two, it was George Wood who singled out Adriano. .Mock. I and Eastwood, the unlucky pair are passers-by...

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Fifth game.

Mork continued to single out Wood. Peppa leaned in and prepared to rush up as soon as Wood turned his back. Although he knew that this kind of opportunity was small, he couldn't always let Wood be the protagonist. As for Eastwood? Let him take a walk in front of the door.

This time, Mork no longer rushed head-on, but took a diagonal line to the side, and put Wood on the inside and the football on the outside, using his body as a wall to block Wood's collision and possible tackles. In this way, even if Wood wants to tackle the ball, he can also judge in advance and avoid the football.

After running a few steps, he made a feint that he wanted to stop and cut in. The deceitful Wood's center of gravity shook, and he continued to knock the football forward!

Can Wood be so easy to get rid of? Mork wouldn't be so naive anymore. He slid a little away, adjusted it again, and started...passing!

Seeing the football is about to go through. A leg was stretched out from behind, the toe touched the football, and the ball flew straight out of the "bottom line".

The tone raised by a group of onlookers was then exhaled.

George Wood caught up at the most critical moment. Five contests did not allow the opponent to escape from his own defense zone. No matter what method he used, he won.

When Mork saw the football suddenly change its line and flew straight out, his knees were soft and he fell to the ground.

His partner Eastwood came up at this time and said to him: "Want to hear my thoughts, kid? The last ball, what a pity." He shrugged and walked away.

Wood stood up and patted the grass clippings on his **** and went away, without saying a word to Mork.

Two dark shadows appeared in front of him, and Mork raised his head. It's Chris Lak and Dunn.

"You lost, Mok." Chris Lak said blankly.

"I know, coach..." Mok lowered his head and said softly.

"Do you know that you lost, or do you know why you lost?" Dunn asked.

"I shouldn't do it alone..."

"What's the reason?" Dun En hummed.

"Sorry, boss. I don't know..."

Dunn raised his foot and stepped on the solid ground: "Be down-to-earth, down-to-earth, kid. That way you can go further." Then he stretched out his hand and patted Moke, "The technique is good, keep it up. Now report to the reserve team. . If you want to be loaned out to play games, apply."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"Go back and think about it, Mork. I hope these five games today will help you in the future." Chris Lak finally smiled. "You have talent, but football is not played by talent."

Mok opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something, but he was interrupted by Dunn's voice. The two were attracted by what happened over there.

"What's that? What's that? Why don't you start training! The show is over, give me back! We have lost too much time... Freddie! What are you doing?!"

"Wow-boss!"

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When Mok retracted his gaze, Chris Lak also left. He stood alone at one end of the court, watching the group of first-team players starting to train.

Chris Cohen, whom he has always looked down on, is jogging in the team. Before this summer, he was just an unknown person who played in the reserve team and seemed to see no future.

Starting today, he is a member of the first team, and he has to replace him to play in the reserve team...

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As my friend wrote, I started to update from him, and watched the update progress in one breath. Now I am stuck in the contradiction between watching it every day or accumulating and fattening. It can be said that the writing is very attractive, and it is very appetizing to me... In short, this is a very happy book, a book with sufficient quality.

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