[Football] Midfielder

Braim Diaz looked at the man in front of him who was as calm as water, his handsome face like a sculpture did not have any waves, his eyes were neither cold nor arrogant, just calm and restrained self-confidence.

That is the aura that only the strong possess.

But no matter how good the person in front of him is, Braim Diaz has calmed down after seeing the top stars of the Cosmos team.

He likes Harvey, Xiaobai, and Messi.They are his idols, and a top European team like Cosmos is his ideal destination.

Braim has a handsome Mohawk haircut, and the corners of his mouth are upturned, and he often smiles evilly.

Seeing him, Murris thought of someone.

South America's No. [-] star Neymar.

The uninhibitedness of Braim is a bit like Neymar, but it is a reduced version.Moreover, compared with Neymar's healthy bronze complexion, Braim has the taste of a white-faced niche.

The rest of the youth training camp stood outside the field in a line, staring intently at the field.

Braim is known as the most outstanding talent in the Malaga youth training camp. At the age of 13, he was favored by Manchester City and Barcelona. He is the idol of many young players in the youth training.

"Lan, I really hope Murris can teach Braim that guy a lesson." Quilco leaned into Lan Neldan's ear and said.

"what happened?"

"During the last training session, Braim played tricks on me several times. I know he did it on purpose to show off."

Quilco spread his hands, looking very disapproving.

"However, if Braim is taken care of by Murris, our end will be even worse~" Thinking of this, Quilco immediately became distressed.

Lan Neldan didn't speak, just watched the field quietly, and didn't want to miss a scene.

The ball was at the feet of Mouris, he poked it and gave it to Braim.

"Come here." He said lightly.

Behind him is the goal, and what Braim has to do is to try his best to overcome Mouris, and then shoot the ball into the net.

It doesn't matter if you can't score, and it doesn't matter if you get intercepted. The most important thing is to show your strength and characteristics.To what extent it can be achieved, you can see the truth under your feet.

"Then give me more advice!" After Braim took the ball, he didn't pause at all. He wanted to take advantage of his speed advantage to quickly rush over when Murris was not on guard.

"So fast!" The players onlookers couldn't help but admire!

Such a speed, it really is Braim, at least they can't do it!

Although Braim is often a bit of a drag and looks down on others, his skills and speed are really nothing to say.

"This kid is pretty smart." Pellegrini raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes, Mr. Coach, Braim is not only very talented, but also very flexible."

"It's a pity that you can't break through Murris with speed."

"..."

Before Salva Ballesta understood what was going on, the situation on the battlefield changed instantly.

Only those with the sharpest eyes can see it. The moment Braim quickly jumped over Chenna Mouris with the ball, a blue and white figure moved like a ghost. The ball at Raim's feet.

When the time freezes, Murris stands still, holding the ball firmly under his feet.

Everything seemed to happen in an instant, and it seemed as if nothing had happened.

There was a sound of gasping outside the court, and some young players opened their mouths in surprise.

Some were even more exaggerated, rubbing their eyes, thinking they were dazzled.

"Is that the speed that humans should have? Is this really a movement that only humans have? Are we watching ordinary humans play football?"——(PS: Please automatically substitute "Extreme Challenge" and the little sheep is watching When Shen Suanzi cracked the codes of all members' boxes, he looked confused, very happy ~)

"Oh, it's serious." Pellegrini regained his energy, put down his hand on his cheek, and looked at the stadium with great interest.

Salva Ballesta doesn't know much about the specifics yet.

Among these people, Braim himself was the most surprised.

He thought that his speed was so fast that he had no rivals in the entire youth training camp.Even if the opponent is the core of the first team, he thinks he can fight it.Unexpectedly, with the help of speed, Murris' reaction was too fast, as fast as a real ghost.

Mouris once again sent the ball to Braim's feet.

"Come again-"

Braim was much more cautious this time, the previous shock was too great, and he seemed a little absent-minded.

With this ball, Murris blocked him without much effort.

"Come again-"

Braim was a little unconvinced, but also more solemn.Taking a deep breath, showing his best performance, he began to make frequent fake moves, sprinting left and right, constantly entangled with Murris.

However, no matter what he does, Murris can always see through his intentions at the first time.His jerky feints seemed like a bad show to the cunning hunter, easily defeated.

"Come again-"

"Come again-"

"Come again-"

"..."

More than a dozen came back in a row, without the slightest ups and downs and strength, as Murris handed the ball to Braim again and again, and then stopped in a blink of an eye.

Braim's footsteps were already messy, and the expression on his face was almost panicked.

In front of his eyes, he couldn't even see a little light.

With a bang, Braim fell to the ground, and Murris stopped with the ball.

After it was over, Murris realized that his shot seemed to be really ruthless.

But there is no way, this is what the teacher means, so I have to take strong medicine.

What's more, anyone who despises football should suffer, and there is nothing much to say.

Pellegrini nodded and turned to look at Salva Ballesta, who was still dazed.

"Mr. Coach, will this be too harsh?" He worried that Braim would be hit.

He is a very proud child, and he has not suffered any blows before, and he has always been like the favored son of heaven.Suddenly being abused so badly by Murris, many people may give up on themselves and never stand up again.

Pellegrini knew what Salva Ballesta was trying to say.

"How can a person who can't bear this level stand on the court and on the world stage in the future?" Since you have the determination to hit the giants, you must have the corresponding courage!Otherwise, when that day really comes, it will only fall even worse.

"That being said, I'm still worried about Braim..."

"Then you do his job afterwards, isn't that your responsibility as their coach?"

Salva Ballesta wanted to say more, but Pellegrini signaled him to talk about it later and let the next player come in.

The youth academy players who were standing side by side on the sidelines couldn't help taking a few steps back after seeing how badly Braim had been "cleaned up".

Everyone, you look at me and I look at you, but you dare not enter the arena.

With Murris at full strength, they can't find a chance at all!

Usually watching him play in the stands or in front of the TV, I don’t have such a strong feeling, but now watching him closely, I find that the ace of the first team is simply a monster.

After Braim left the field in embarrassment, he sat on the rest chair outside the field, covered his face, and looked at the dazzling sunlight through his fingers, in a trance, not realizing what happened.

It was as if everything I had experienced before was just a nightmare.

He has never encountered such a big setback since he was a child.

He was dumbfounded all of a sudden.

And the fear from the bottom of his heart made him tremble even more.

He never thought that he could play like this alone.

Such a gap may never be caught up.

"Next one, hurry up and come in!"

After Murris looked at Braim, no one dared to come in. His words were a little coercive, and he said to the players outside the field.

The second person saw that Mulis seemed to be angry, and he kept shrinking back, shaking his head, and dared not come up.

Salva Ballesta was so nervous that he wiped away his sweat. It was over, seeing Pei Shuai's face getting worse, don't choose any one by then.

As the saying goes, losers don't lose.

It's too embarrassing to be cowarded before playing.

But at a time like this, who wants to be the one who has the courage to stand up?

Lan Neldan saw that everyone did not intend to step forward, then looked at Murris standing proudly on the side of the field, and took a step forward.

"Hey, Lan, you're crazy!" Lan Neldan just took a step, and was pulled out by Quilco.

Quilco was one of those funny-looking guys, dark-skinned, funny-moving, a total little joker.

However, he is a bit small, and his body is thin and weak. He has been "cared for" by many big brothers in the youth training camp.

Lan Neldan was his best friend, and he was smarter and calmer than him.Although he is a bit arrogant in his bones, he is a very handsome and interesting person!

"I'll go up."

"Braim has been fooled by Muris' abuse, aren't you looking for trouble at this time!"

"I'm not afraid." Lan Neldan walked into the field calmly, shaking off his friend's hand.

Of course he will.

Because Murris was waiting.

He didn't want him to wait, no matter who he was waiting for.

"Have guts!" Pellegrini was feeling displeased, when he saw a little white curly hair coming up.Dare to play at this time, he must praise him for his courage.

Salva Ballesta nodded embarrassingly. Those sixteen or seventeen-year-olds had such good opportunities. No one dared to take them. Instead, a 12-year-old child saved the field.

His usual teaching really failed.

Murris watched the kid come up to him.

The first time I saw him was at the Riazor Stadium, against Deportivo.In that match, he kicked the tomahawk for the first time.

At the end of the game, a small fan ran towards him through security.

With his fair and cute little face held high, his height reached his waist, and when the security guard hugged his waist with one hand and was about to take him away, he called his name loudly.

"Murris—Morris—"

Murris stopped unconsciously, took the signature pen, and signed his name on the No. 12 jersey.

Then he heard Lan Neldan say to him with a proud little face: "Murris! You must become the greatest player, and we all believe that you can do it!"

After saying this, all the snot and tears came out of his fair cheeks, leaving him at a loss.

Murris is afraid of children, especially afraid that they will cry, and it is from that time that it has spread.

Until now, Murris still remembered that there was a little white curly hair who once dropped a kiss on his face.

After this, Murris seemed to have seen the child several times.

Why do you say it seems?

Because sometimes, Murris, standing on the green field, gestured to the fans after scoring a goal, and occasionally noticed a familiar little white hair.

The last time we met was this summer.He went to the training base to practice and saw him training with the team on the court.

When leaving, he found that there was a little tail behind him.

When I took him out, I found that it was still the little white curly hair.

In addition to these, they also have an intersection.

In the fat old man's flavor shop, a pair of parents got autographs for their sick son.

It was only later that he found out that the child was him.

Thinking about it this way, he and this little guy have a good relationship, and they can be regarded as old acquaintances.

When the two sides compete, according to the rules, two people will shake hands first.

Lan Neldan came up obediently, stretched out his little hand, and held Murris' palm.

His hand was less than half the size of Murris', like a doll's hand, very soft.

Morris was taken aback.

Those who dare to stand up at this time must be very courageous.

But Lan didn't seem to be as calm as he appeared on the outside, because as soon as his wet little hand touched Murris's, his palm became dizzy.

Lan Neldan didn't notice this.

His thoughts went back to the Riazor, to the Malaga training ground, and to the Rose Garden, where he was often seen.

Parents are very busy at work and rarely have the opportunity to watch the game with him.Only when he is at home in Malaga can he stand in the stands of the fans to cheer and encourage him.

He is the pride of Malaga and the idol who has the deepest influence on him.

Because of him, he is determined to take the path of professional football.

Also because of him, he wants to play for the Malaga team and become as good a player as he is!

His biggest dream is to stand on the same field as him and play football!

"Can we start?" Murris asked the little guy in front of him.

Lan-Neldan nodded solemnly.

"Murris, please come here with all your strength, I will definitely try my best to break through you!"

As soon as the words came out, Quilco almost fell to the ground.

What are you doing, Lan, the most important thing to do at this time is to let the other party show mercy, you actually let him go all out, do you really want to be like Braim?

And if you say it like this, Murris might think you are provoking, so be careful! Leaving aside Murris, after Lan Neldan said this, many people laughed.

To put it nicely, this little white hair has a backbone, but to put it badly, it is that he is overconfident.

Braim's lesson comes first, and anyone who dares to say such things thinks too highly of himself.

Quilco turned his head and stretched out his hand, trying to explain to Lan.

Murris didn't think so. When he heard Lan say this, the corners of his mouth even turned up a few times~