Lu Yin silly waist

Chapter 1 Genius?Retarded!

Spain, Barcelona, ​​on the left side of Aristides Avenue.

This is the famous La Masia Football School in the football world.

There are countless players who have come out of here, including Messi, Harvey, Inesta and other top international stars.

This is the cradle of geniuses and the sacred place that countless young people yearn for.

Under the scorching sun, the boys in the green field are engaged in a fierce 5V5 confrontation.

The small group of five played exquisitely with each other. Almost everyone touched the ball with one foot, and the black and white passed through the crowd like elves.

'Tiki-Taka' (pass control tactics), this is the foundation of the Barcelona dynasty, the pass control mechanism with the midfield as the core combined with the high-position pressing tactics, this is Barcelona's football philosophy.

Gorgeous and efficient way of playing football.

As Barcelona's youth training, La Masia's little guys naturally also need to receive training in this area, and small-scale fierce collisions are more conducive to exercising this transmission and control mechanism.

Sunshine, sweat, shouting, this makes the La Masia training camp full of youthful and passionate energy.

On the court, the five little guys performed extremely hard, and one of them, a boy with black hair and yellow skin, was even more eye-catching.

This is a boy about 18 years old. His childish face is full of simplicity and honesty. He has an excellent sense of the ball, and the football seems to stick to his feet like an arm.

Pass it out, receive it back, pass it out, and receive it back.

The football shuttled among the five friends, and the whole team slowly approached the opponent's goal. The one who controlled the football for the longest time was the yellow-skinned boy.

The boy's expression is a bit dull, his eyes are a little dull, he hardly looks down at the ball, he is always looking around, but he can firmly control the football under his feet, facing the pressing of the opponent's players, he can always transfer or pass it comfortably.

"Fool, here!"

Suddenly, a boy with brown hair yelled, and then started it at high speed.

At the same time, the yellow-skinned boy suddenly handled the ball. The football passed through the gap in the crowd like a knife, and accurately found the brown-haired boy.

This is a through ball like a scalpel.

Stealthy, fast, deadly!

Almost runs through the entire back line.

Seeing this ball, the whole stadium boiled instantly.

Whoa! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The brown-haired boy who was chasing the football was also full of joy. The ball had an advance, so he didn't need to deliberately slow down.

The opponent's defensive player is half a body behind him, and he is confident that his footsteps will completely explode the opponent.

The brown-haired boy received the ball, took a simple step, and got closer to the penalty area.

This is a one-shot.

He could even see the opponent's goalkeeper rushing forward, throwing himself sideways on the ground, stretching his body as much as possible, trying to block the angle of the shot.

But it's easier said than done.

The boy rubbed it lightly, and the football drew a beautiful arc in the air, passed the goalkeeper's body, and floated in the direction of the gate.

The next moment, the white ball net trembled!

"pretty!!"

The brown-haired boy suddenly jumped up, turned around and ran wildly, his target was the teammate in the midfield who was smiling very shyly.

This boy Yi Le who gave him a through ball like a scalpel and assisted him.

"You idiot, your pass is amazing!"

"Nice job, idiot!"

"You're awesome, fool!"

"We have a midfield maestro, Ho Ho Ho!!"

The teenagers gathered together, excitedly cheering for the goal, and their clear and energetic figures spread to every corner of the green field.

Yi Le smiled very honestly, scratched his head, and said, "Ben, your goal is more beautiful."

"That's right! Hehe, I tricked Flender with this pick, hehe!"

Nesetto finished speaking with a smile, and raised his chin like a demonstration against the opponent's goalkeeper Flender not far away.

Flender muttered with a bit of displeasure; "It's not good to pass it on by the idiot, let him come to our group to try."

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, the idiot is our baby! Hahahaha"

"That's right, idiots are treasures, only idiots will give them to you."

"Slightly slightly slightly"

Looking at the grimacing teenagers, they cheered wantonly, and the two youth training coaches and supervisors on the sidelines all smiled.

"Gentlemen, this is the future of Camp Nou!"

The director of youth training, Miranda said with a look of relief.

"Tell me about the rating."

The two youth training coaches immediately took out their notebooks and began to analyze.

"Sadic, possession: 7 points, shooting: 5 points, running off the ball: 7 points, high pressing: 9 points."

The director of youth training nodded slightly and said: "There is progress. If he works harder on ball control, he can enter the reserve team."

As a pass-based Barcelona, ​​they pay more attention to ball possession and pressing points in the midfield.

"Coster Benn, possession: 8 points, shooting: 8 points, running off the ball: 5 points, high pressing: 5 points."

The director of youth training frowned and said dissatisfiedly, "Lazy brat!"

The two youth training directors began to summarize the scores of other players.

Generally speaking, the boys have made a lot of progress during this period of training, which also makes the youth training director feel comfortable.

Finally, the youth training director looked at the black-haired boy in the field, and said with a hint of regret, "What is Yi's stats?"

The two youth training coaches looked at each other, their eyes full of bitterness, and one of them said:

"Yi Le, ball control: 9 points, shooting: 3 points, running without the ball: 9 points, high pressing: 9 points"

After a pause, the youth training coach turned a page and said with a complicated expression: "IQ: 69, mildly mentally handicapped!"

This is an extremely bright data, but it is overshadowed by the last data.

Yi Le, mild mental retardation!

His IQ is only 69, commonly known as 'stupid' or 'retarded'.

Hearing this answer, the director of youth training shook his head helplessly. Barcelona doesn't mind cultivating players with diseases, just like they discovered 'Messi' and raised him to be the 'King of Barcelona'. It seems that La Masia fell in love with this kind of training game.

But Messi's illness is a developmental problem. He only needs to maintain growth hormones, and there is no problem with his growth.

But Yi Le is special, he is in arrears in IQ, and even belongs to 'mentally retarded'.

Yi Le is a genius discovered by La Masia's youth training director during a visit to China. At that time, looking at the little man who looked like an elf on the court, he excitedly shouted the word "Harvey, Harvey".

Although Yi Le's playing style is a little more gorgeous, and he is more inclined to 'Ronaldo', but his control in the middle and broad vision are particularly valued by the youth training director, and Yi Le is almost a door-to-door visit.

But when he returned to the training base for a physical examination, bad news came.

Yi Le's IQ is only 69, which is mildly mentally handicapped. If you say it well, it's called dull, but if you say it badly, it's mentally handicapped!

Although he is extremely talented in playing football, no one can guarantee whether this "IQ-deficient" teenager can play the desired effect.

After all, professional football is not just for fun, and football is not blindly looking at talent.

Therefore, Yi Le almost became a joke in the Barcelona media at the time, and the media said that the head of youth training signed a mentally retarded genius back! '.

This has almost become an oolong for the whole city.

But the director of youth training did not give up on Yi Le. He stayed there for two years, but now he is overwhelmed, and Yi Le has not been able to complete the transformation he needs.

"The club management has let it go, they don't need a mentally handicapped Xavi's successor!"

This statement sounds hurtful, but it is true.

The head of the youth training looked livid, and said, "That's because they haven't seen this little guy play football!"

"But it doesn't matter anymore, Xavi is leaving this season and his place doesn't belong to La Masia."

The youth training director's expression changed, and he said, "The club wants to sign in?"

"There is no accurate news, but it should be like this. After all, La Masia has not been able to send too good players to the main team in recent years."

The youth training coach looked helpless. When La Masia was at its most glorious, it almost completed the composition of Barcelona's "cosmic team", but it seemed to be sucked dry by that era. Since then, it has become worse every time.

Although they are still known as the best youth training in the world, the transcripts they have handed over are really unsatisfactory.

The director of youth training was silent with a hint of helplessness, and he couldn't make irresponsible remarks about the club's choice, after all, he was only the director of youth training.

Putting aside these irritating thoughts for a while, the director of youth training stepped forward and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of many little guys.

"You guys did a great job today, especially Sadic."

A teenager with freckles was full of excitement, and he was named and praised.

As for Coster Ben who scored the goal, his face was full of grievances, obviously it was me who scored the goal!

"Sadic, report to the reserve team tomorrow!"

The whole stadium was suddenly quiet!

Everyone's faces were full of disbelief, but Sadiqi himself was just stupid!

The director of youth training raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Is there a problem?"

Sadic shuddered, almost bouncing off the ground, his whole body stiffened, and his voice tremblingly said: "No, no problem, sir!"

After speaking, he punched vigorously, secretly encouraging himself.

The other teenagers looked over with envy and jealousy, and even Yi Le's simple and honest face was also full of envy.

(End of this chapter)