Lu Yin Silly Waist

Moherz put on the training suit prepared for him by the Paris youth training, put on a yellow vest, and sat on the lawn to tie his shoes.

Put on new boots and stepped on the soft turf, Moherz jumped excitedly several times.

"Sir, where do we start testing?"

Moherz shouted excitedly.

Luo Wen smiled and said, "We will start the training match directly when the others are in place."

Moherz froze for a moment and said, "Is there no basic test?"

Rowan smiled kindly and said, "Play first!"

Under the release of thinking inertia, Rowan felt that the player recommended by Yi Le must be a midfield player. The basic data of such players is just good, and their flash points need to be seen in the game.

Soon, Moherz saw the two teams and their own big players come out, both of whom are about 11 years old.

But unlike their own casualness, they came to the training ground and started warm-up training accompanied by a coach.

Running, straddling legs, and stretching the legs, the movements are uniform.

"It's so cool!" Moherz was longing for it, and he wanted to join the team.

Rowan came to the young players of the two teams and was talking, but Moherz didn't understand French, so he couldn't understand.

Rowan: "Today a small guy came for trial. His name is Moherz, and he will play a training match with you for a while."

The expressions of the young players are very calm. They are accustomed to this kind of trial training. A large number of people come here every year to participate in the trial training, but few can stay.

Looking at the little guys who couldn't mention any interest, Luo Wen directly released the big move.

"He is easy to recommend!"

The voice has just dropped and the effect is magnificent.

The little players turned their heads together and looked at Moherz.

A pair of eyes with an envious, jealous, and unbelievable look.

Who is Yi Le?

That is the prince of the Prince Park Stadium, one of the two biggest stars of Paris Saint-Germain. These are the idols of the young players of the Paris youth.

And Moherz is recommended by Yi Le, this one ignited their desire to win or lose.

Why can this guy get the favor of Yi Le?

......

The training game is about to start, Moherz is arranged in the midfield position, responsible for organizing the offense.

This arrangement makes Moherz extremely satisfied.

The game started soon.

Young players did not encourage Moherz because of jealousy. As the core of the organization, they will pass Moherz.

Moherz touched the ball with his first foot, he felt very good.

The moment he looked up, the whole person was stupid.

So fast! !

Everyone moves quickly.

No one stayed and waited for the ball, they were all running, and Moherz didn't know how to pass the ball for a while.

This is completely different from his previous games.

Rhythm, running position, speed, etc. are all manifesting a fact.

This is youth training!

Is not a house, everyone here will set foot on the professional arena!

Moherz stayed silly, and the ball was quickly taken away.

The little player who grabbed the ball looked down at Moherz, frowned, and said, "It's so weak!"

Moherz recovered and happened to hear this sentence, and his entire face turned red.

He quickly got up and wanted to integrate into the team.

But no matter how he plays, he can't keep up with the rhythm of these people, but as the core of the organization, he can't keep up with the rhythm of the team, which gradually makes him lose the trust of his teammates. No one wants to pass him.

Moherz ran alone on the court, with a small face carved with confusion.

......

On the edge of the court, Luo Wen frowned deeply.

To tell the truth, he didn't see any talent in Moherz.

No outstanding ball skills, no superior vision, not to mention the exaggerated rhythm control of Yi Le.

How did he get caught by Yi Le?

Rowan's forehead, three question marks appeared.

Gordon Jomes looked anxiously at his son, and then at Rowan's expression, and his heart grew nervous.

Even he can see that his son's performance is very unsatisfactory.

Ten minutes passed, and Moherz had not touched the ball for five minutes.

Nothing bad.

Gordon Jomes gritted his teeth and walked to Rowan.

"Sir, I think I want to tell you something."

Rowan turned his head to look at Gordon Jomes: "What is it?"

Luo Wen's attitude is no longer as enthusiastic as before.

If Mohz's performance is average, even if he looks at Yi Le's face, he will leave Mohz.

But the problem is that his performance is too bad.

Gordon Jomes took a deep breath and said, "My son is fast!"

"What?" Rowan raised an eyebrow.

"My son is fast and he shouldn't play midfielder. Although this has hit him a lot, I know that he doesn't have the **** talent in the midfield! He is suitable for playing the wing forward because his speed is really quickly!"

"Are you sure?" Rowan asked.

Gordon Jomes nodded and said, "I promise!"

Luo Wen pondered for a moment, he blew the whistle, interrupted the game, and then called Moherz.

The little guy seemed a little lost, and his face was full of frustration.

This expression, Luo Wen looked much more, he asked directly: "Moherz, did your recommender give you any suggestions?"

Moherz looked up blankly: "What?"

Luo Wen sighed and said, "Did he say where you are suitable for kicking?"

"Yes!" Moherz subconsciously said: "He said I should play the edge."

Finally, he raised his foot and said, "This is the sneaker he sent me, Nike-X15, for the wing forward only!"

"Next, you go to play forward!"

Moherz froze for a moment and said; "Sir, I want to play in midfield."

Rowan shook his head; "You have no talent! First of all, you have to recognize one thing. Coming here does not mean that you are a member of the youth training in Paris. You need to prove your ability to have a chance to get better training. What you have to do now is to prove yourself and then stay! "

"I ..." Mohz opened his mouth, and his heart was extremely contradictory. After a while, he nodded and said: "Okay, I understand! I play the wing!"

"Go!"

The game restarts.

Moherz came to the position of the wing forward.

In the opposing team, the big man who had previously intercepted his own ball came and mocked: "Hey, how much did you stuff the supervisor?"

Moherz glared fiercely at each other and said, "Next, I will humiliate you fiercely, bastard!"

"It's you alone?" The big man shrugged and couldn't explain the irony with a smile.

Moherz breathed a sigh of relief.

He wants to tell this big man what absolute speed is.

The confrontation between the two teams at the scene continued. Moherz went up and down the sidelines, but no one passed him.

But Moherz was still running tirelessly.

His idol Brian once said that the opportunity was given to those who were prepared.

Although he knows that he has a certain gap with these players, he believes that as long as he can continue to run, he will be able to seize the opportunity that flashed away.

After about ten minutes.

The pass of Moherz's first team made a mistake and passed behind the opponent's player. He rolled towards the bottom line ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ This distance is not enough for most people.

Most people have also given up the ball.

But Mohz suddenly started.

His feet are very fast, running like a gust of wind, and in a flash, he surpassed the big man.

The mocking big man looked at Mohz's back in amazement.

What the hell?

The speed of the Mohz wind speed electric motor scared a bunch of people, including Rowan.

The moment Moherz started, Rowan stood up suddenly.

"too fast!!"

This explosive power, this speed, can at least reach the score of 100 meters and 12 seconds.

This is talent.

Mohertz galloped towards the bottom line. While the ball slid out, he shoveled to stop the ball, but he slid out of the bottom line and hit the billboard.

But he didn't care at all, got up with hands and feet.

Lying directly into the ball and slamming into the penalty area, directly long-term single-handedly.

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

Rowan was even more excited: "Good boy, shoot! Shoot!"

boom! ! !

Morz shot.

Amount ......

Looking at the anti-aircraft gun, Rowan covered his face.

Well, his foundation is a mess.