Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Chapter 1 Born No. 10

Jingle Bell!
The sleeping Wang Po was awakened by the piercing sound of the alarm clock.

It was dark outside the window and it was 04:30 in the morning.

"Hey, boy, it's time to get up, you should know your mission!"

The bloated Billy slammed open the door and shouted at Wang Po.

Wang Po nodded impatiently, and began to dress reluctantly.

Billy, 50 years old, Wang Po's manager and coach.

This big fat man, Wang Po prefers to call him Hamburger.

Because this guy is really too fat, with three layers of swimming rings on his stomach, like the stuffing of a hamburger.

"There is only the last week left, sprint, come, on"

Behind him was Billy's urging, wave after wave.

Wang Po gritted his teeth, the sweat on his body was like rain.

The ten-kilometer morning jog is a daily compulsory course and is not included in the daily training plan.

As Hamburg said, Wang Po, who is only 16 years old in one week, will soon enter a critical stage in his life.

Professional players or pack up and return home.

Since the age of six, Wang Po has traveled across the ocean from China to Portugal, the kingdom of football, for what purpose?It's an opportunity to become a professional player.

His agent Burger, who first-handedly discovered him, gave him the evaluation of a pentagonal fighter.

Vision, speed, defense, spirit, and passing are all top talents.

A rare attacking midfielder or central midfielder.

The only thing missing is shooting skills.

Hamburg's evaluation seems a bit ridiculous to the outside world. Looking at Wang Po's resume, in the Portuguese u10, u12, and u14 leagues that he participated in, was he not the golden boot and assist king?
The outstanding performance has attracted the covetousness of various professional clubs in Portugal, including super giants such as Porto, Benfica and Sporting Lisbon.

In Portugal, these are the three mountains.

Since the establishment of the league, 85 of the 83 league championships have been divided up by these three clubs, and their influence is self-evident.

For young players, this is tantamount to a dream start.

However, Hamburg rejected all club invitations.

The purpose is to allow Wang Po to concentrate on training and continue to strengthen himself.

In the scouting report, Wang Po has a fatal flaw, that is, he has a broken foot, with 5 main feet and 1 left foot.

With the current talent, he can definitely embark on the path of a professional player, but the flawed feet are an important factor that restricts Wang Po from becoming a superstar.

In professional leagues, the higher the level, the higher the requirements for players' abilities.

The reverse foot is obvious and is extremely targeted.

In order to exercise Wang Po's left foot, Hamburg required him to use his left foot instead of his right foot in the u16 league that he participated across levels last year.

As a result, Wang Po, who has attracted much attention from the outside world, performed extremely poorly.

Even in the second half of the league, they lost their main position and could only play as a substitute for 10 minutes.

The endless stream of club scouts never visited again, not even a phone call.

It is not uncommon for a flash in the pan to hurt Zhongyong, not only in China, but also in foreign countries.

Participating in the u16 league again, it is still a familiar venue. Unlike representing the Portuguese giants Porto last year, this time Wang Po represents the Eagles, which participated in the wild card competition.

The team's players are mixed, and their strength is much worse than that of the club echelon. Most of them are gilded abroad by agents.

These guys are here to brush up their playing time and statistics.

tactics?Those that do not exist are all compared to each other.

No scout will pay attention to such a pheasant team.

With only 10 minutes left before the start of the match, Wang Po, who was warming up, was called down. Looking at Hamburg's red and fat face, he had a bad feeling in his heart that nothing would happen.

Hamburg put one hand on Wang Po's shoulder, licked his lips, and said awkwardly, "Sorry, Po, you may be on the bench this time."

Wang Po frowned, looking at the opposite burger in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me, you know how important this game is to me."

Hamburg looked at the white-haired old man in the distance, and shrugged helplessly, "No way, the coach arranged it this way."

Wang Po immediately understood that the bad team had a lot of troubles, and someone must have bought the main position with money.

The opponent in this game is also a pheasant team, which is an excellent opportunity to collect statistics, and there must be many people watching.

The reality is so cruel, Wang Po slammed the main vest on the ground, and sat on the bench without looking back.

Game start.

Although the two sides fought fiercely, they were not exciting enough.

It was a one-on-one confrontation.

The striker passed one, one passed two, and was cut off.

The defender dribbled the ball to the midfield and was intercepted and counterattacked.

The game was lackluster, and it was drowsy to watch.

Looking at the auditorium, apart from the players' parents and agents, there are only scouts in twos and threes, but most of them are small clubs with low levels and no names.

"Per, come on, change number ten."

The white-haired old man nodded Wang Po and said.

The sound was like adrenaline, and immediately ignited the blood in Wang Po's body.

After changing the equipment, Wang Po stood on the sidelines and was ready to go on stage.

There are still 25 minutes until the end of the game.

The score was three to three.

No. [-] is a white and tender English kid who came down reluctantly and looked at Wang Po with hostility.

He didn't even do a scene like high five.

With her hand raised in the air, Wang Po could only touch her nose to ease the embarrassment.

Immediately after the game, the England kid's agent rushed over and said a lot to the coach, very dissatisfied.

For this game, the England kid and his agent spent a lot of money.

They played for an hour without any data. They definitely couldn't accept such a result.

Poor confrontation, poor vision, and poor physical fitness.

Let alone No. [-] on the court, even the caddy is unqualified. How can Wang Po be convinced to let such a guy take away his main position?
For such a player, letting him play is a disaster. It is ridiculous that the coach also let him stay for an hour.

The big joke of slipping the world.

Wang Po stood in the position of central midfielder, undertaking defense and sorting out offense.

"Ball"

Here Wang Po sprints 20 meters to grab the ball and hand it to the black winger, pushing to counterattack.

The black winger over there stuffed his headband until it was broken.

The 11 people on the field were like headless chickens, running back and forth constantly.

Wang Po is very helpless, such a teammate makes people angry, if the ball goes out from him, don't even think about coming back.

The game time passed rapidly, and soon there was only the last 5 minutes of stoppage time left.

The score is still a tie.

Although Wang Po worked hard, his teammates were too poor.

To put it bluntly, the school team's games are better than this.

"Toot~!"

The referee blew his whistle, and the black winger got a free kick in an excellent position at the front of the penalty area.

This position is an excellent scoring opportunity for offensive players whose main foot is the right foot.

The black winger held the ball and positioned himself, obviously ready to do it himself.

"Hey, I'm sure about this ball, leave it to me."

Wang Po came over and said to the black winger.

The black winger rolled the whites of his eyes, curled his lips in disdain, "This is the opportunity I created."

The attitude is firm, don't let it go!
This may be the only chance that must be seized.

"NO." Wang Po stepped forward, blocked the black winger's run-up route, and stared at him.

(End of this chapter)