long live football

After coming out of the youth team, Carl turned around and came to the first team training ground, where a group match was in full swing.

He asked the assistant coach who had been standing on the sidelines; "How is he?"

"One goal and one assist in three 10 minutes, the statistics are very eye-catching." Jem Garrard, the assistant coach of Munich 1860, holds a notebook, but the expression on his face is puzzled: "Portillo can already follow up. The team's training rhythm has changed, and his playing style is also changing. There are fewer fancy moves, and the way of passing people is becoming more and more simple and practical. If you only look at the data during training, he even performed like Bier Cass is even better. It's just that I don't quite understand why he seems to be a different person when he enters the official game?"

"His problem is not physically at all." Carl only said such a short sentence, and then turned his attention to the training ground.

On the field, Ozil sent a lob goal to the middle of the penalty area.

Portillo was at the landing point of the football. At this moment, he observed the flight trajectory of the football. He leaped forward with big strides, opened his hands, stretched out his chest, and flew up to meet the football.

In front of Portillo, Johnson, who was in charge of defending him, also jumped up high.

If Portillo chooses to hit the goal directly after catching the ball, then his body will collide with Johnson fiercely at the moment when he shoots the header. At least the two of them will fall together, and at worst Johnson will fall On him, he bears the pressure of two people alone.

But Portillo did not choose to back down. Knowing that he would collide with Johnson, he met Johnson's head with his chest fiercely, then shook his head and attacked the goal!

The height, angle, and even strength of the ball were impeccable. Goalkeeper Hoffman just stretched out his hand to scoop up the ball. After seeing that it was not within his ability to stop it, he obediently let the ball fly into the net.

Portillo fell to the ground as expected, but Johnson, who fell on him, quickly got up and reached out to give Laportillo a hand.

Just at this moment, the teammates who were in the same group as Portillo ran over cheering, squeezed Johnson away, and piled up Luohan on Portillo.

At this moment, the players of 1860 Munich completely forgot that the coaches of the team were standing on the sidelines to observe their game, but cheered heartily for the goal and the victory.

Healthy, in excellent condition, with superb skills, and not even afraid of physical confrontation-this kind of Portillo should have bloomed in the Bundesliga [-] early on.

But he didn't.

So, psychological reasons—must be psychological reasons too.

Portillo became famous in the Real Madrid youth team, and because of his extremely outstanding performance (a horror record of more than 700 goals), he was transferred to the star-studded first team. At that time, Real Madrid had become popular to buy striker superstars. The team's promotion to the first team is an honor that many Real Madrid youth players can't imagine. Portillo was expected to be high at the beginning, but in the extremely competitive first team, he can only get "see the drinking fountain-substitute-continue Look at the water dispenser" treatment, and finally let yourself be seen as useless.

As for Fiorentina, when they decided to rent Portillo, they must have inspected him, and there might be a trial training. If it wasn't for his outstanding performance, Portillo probably wouldn't be able to be brought to Serie A by the Viola.He should also perform well in training, otherwise how could the Fiorentina coach let him start at the beginning of the season?It's just that after he got to the Serie A field, he was discouraged.

Although there are various reasons why Portillo is not very used to Italian football and his best form has not yet recovered, but the biggest main reason, Karl thinks, is probably because Portillo is too thoughtful and his thoughts are too melancholy pessimistic.

In other words, you lack self-confidence, and you are timid in doing things—most things in the world are like this, the more you want to do things well, the easier it is to be full of loopholes.Portillo wants to score goals and be recognized, but he is too afraid of disappointing himself, so when he is on the field, he always thinks about the overall situation and waits until he can score a goal before shooting.But the opportunities on the football field are often fleeting. He hesitated and hesitated like this, and slowly lost the best opportunities.

But once back on the training ground, it’s different. Shooting doesn’t mean much here. It’s just a way of training. If you can score goals, you should improve your shooting percentage. No one feels sorry for him if you miss a chance. disappointment.Portillo has a relaxed mind and of course he can give the best of himself on the training ground.

The 45-minute match ended with Portillo's team beating the other team 3-2.Players walked off the court in twos and threes, sat in the rest area, drank water and ate.

While sorting out the data of each player in training, Garrard asked Carl, "Tomorrow we will decide the starting lineup for the next game. Will you let Portillo play?"

"Of course." Carl said without hesitation.

"But he..."

"Look at the way he behaved in training, Jem, do you think he's a coward?"

Garrard shook his head.

"Portillo has shown himself in the top competitions, don't forget, he is the one who has contributed lore for Real Madrid in the Champions League." Carl smiled: "Maybe he has lost that state now, but I have Patience, just one, as long as he can score another good goal in an official game, he will find himself."

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When Karl came out of the club's underground car park in his car (a second-hand Opel, which cost him [-] euros), he saw youth team player Savio Nsereko, wearing a hooded He put his head down and trot along the driveway, his posture and movements seemed to be afraid that someone would see him, but he raised his head and looked around from time to time, as if looking for... No, fear something appeared.

Reminiscent of Savio Ensereco's suddenly bruised right eye this morning, Carl hesitated for a moment, and temporarily chose to slow down the speed of the car and followed him from a distance.

In the past two weeks, there have been many injuries in the Munich 1860 youth team—not the kind of serious illness that needs to be treated in the hospital, but some young players aged [-] or [-] suddenly began to suffer collectively. Today your eyes are black and blue , There will be blood at the corner of his mouth tomorrow, and another dislocated shoulder the day after tomorrow, and it is still increasing at an average rate of one per day.

The youth team coach Bob suspected that they were fighting with each other at first, but when he observed them during training, he found that these young players had a good relationship with each other, and often even whispered behind the coaches' backs. not come out.

Later, when Carl went to the youth team to watch the game, he also discovered this. He judged with sharp eyes that the injuries of the young players should be caused by beatings, and seeing such a large-scale injury of the youth team, it may be that these young players collectively Messed with someone and got revenge.

So he and Bob called the little players one by one to inquire, and told them not to be afraid, and they could call the police if something went wrong, but the little players kept their mouths shut and bit their own faces to death. .

And when this kind of injury appeared on Nserek, Carl paid special attention, not only because he and the coach of the youth team were optimistic about the opponent, and he might be promoted to the first-team striker next season, Also because Nseleko is a black man of African descent, he is worried that the person who beats Nseleko has racial tendencies-racism is not only taboo on the football field, but even in the entire European society. The news that the black players of the 1860 youth team were deliberately beaten was spread, and it might blacken the image of the club.

At an intersection, Enceres stopped suddenly, and in less than a minute, there were no less than seven or eight people around him, all of whom were teenagers in weird clothes. Reis struggled, pushed and pulled him into a small alley.

Carl hurriedly drove after it, but when he reached the entrance of the alley, he found that the entrance was too narrow for a car to drive in, so he parked the car on the side of the road, closed the door and hurriedly followed.

The end of the alley was beyond his expectation. There was no "gloomy and dark warehouse for criminals and criminals" as he had imagined, but a road facing the open-air football field.

What's even more strange is that the teenagers who kidnapped Enceres did not push him somewhere to beat him, but stood on the side of the field with their backs to Karl, watching Enceres and another Moxi in the field. Teenager with dry hair... kicks a football.

That's right, playing football.

Two footballs, one placed in front of "Mohican" and the other in front of Enceres, directly opposite them is a simple goal.

Enceres picked up the football with his toes, showed a series of gorgeous ball control moves on the yellow grass, and then volleyed a dozen meters in front of the goal, sending the ball into the center of the goal.

After doing all this, he quickly ran into the goal to pick up the football, stepped aside and stood obediently.

"Mohawk" began to dribble, and all his movements could clearly be seen imitating Enceres, but it was much jerky and rough.

In the possession of the ball just now, Enceres can use two turns to make a Marseille maneuver to get rid of the imaginary enemy, and then shoot the goal smartly, but "Mohican" can only run quickly with the ball In the middle of the game, he managed to make two practical but unskillful moves.His kick against an empty goal was a bit bad, because the football kept spinning fast, and he forgot to stop the ball before volleying, and just pushed the ball at the speed of the ball. Of course, this The ball hit the post and missed.

"Mohican" took his football back from the goal, and then beckoned Enceres to re-demonstrate it again, and he followed suit.

Enceres made another shot with the ball very carefully, as if he was afraid that the boy would not understand. He also deliberately slowed down the movement and broke it down one by one, and finally contributed a smooth and beautiful attack.

But Mohawk's second attempt failed.

And then the third time, the fourth time...

Carl looked up, and he felt that Enceres should not be in danger for the time being, so he hid himself in a corner of the alley, which happened to form a blind spot with the open-air court, and then continued to watch .

The continuous failure made "Mohican" very irritable. Even at a distance of tens of meters, Karl could feel the impatience from his head-grabbing movements.

After the "Mohican" failed again, a short boy standing on the sidelines fawningly ran into the goal and took back the football, and then flatteringly put his hands at the feet of "Mohican".

"Mohigan" glared at him fiercely, pushed the little boy away with one hand, and kicked the football with his right foot as if venting his anger, making a "bang".

The football took off from the ground, crossed a semi-circle in the air, and got into the unguarded empty goal.

Awkward.Karl once again felt the emotional swell from the field.

The group of teenagers on the sidelines probably feared "Mohigan" very much, because when they saw the own goal, they collectively took a step back in fear.

"Mohigan" suddenly walked into Enceres' side, dragging the clothes on his chest and talking loudly.

Enceres shrank his neck and responded with a little fear.

Just as Karl couldn't help taking a step out, he almost ran out, but after seeing "Mohican" quickly let go of Enceres, he hid again.

They don't know who "Mohigan" is, and they don't know how many younger brothers he has. If they rashly go out and warn them not to beat Enceres, it might be self-defeating.

What's more, Karl still wants to know, this group of teenagers only found Enceres, or is it that the players in the youth team are all related to "Mohigan"?

"Mohican" took the lead, and the teenagers walked past Enceres one by one, and got into another intersection next to the open-air stadium. When the last short boy came up, the little boy suddenly raised his right foot, Kicked Enceres in the stomach.

Enceres yelled and fell to the ground with his stomach in his arms.

Carl cursed secretly, "Asshole!", and ran over quickly.

When he ran to Enceres, "Mohican" and his men had already gone far away. Karl glanced at the backs of the group of teenagers at another intersection, and decided to help Enceres up first: "are you OK?"

Enceres looked up and turned pale with fright: "Oh, Mr. Alston?" He couldn't help pulling his hand away from his stomach.

"I've seen what happened just now, since they pulled you here." Carl looked at him seriously: "Now, Savio, tell me that the injuries you and your teammates suffered are similar to those bad boys just now. Does it matter?"

Enceres hesitated, then nodded.

Karl considered for a second whether to call the police, but he quickly gave up the idea-"Mohegan" and they all seemed to be minors, so what if they had evidence that they had beaten the 1860 Munich youth players So, no one in the youth team was seriously injured, everyone was just bruised and bruised at most, the police probably didn't even bother to give verbal lectures, and called their parents one by one to pick them up.And these teenagers will probably hate Enceres to death after a day trip to the police station, and they should retaliate even more in the future.

Enceres probably saw what Carl was thinking, he held Carl's hand anxiously and said, "Mr. Alston, please don't call the police! I don't want to go to the police station, and, besides, I didn't do anything, It's just a bite."

Carl patted Enceres's hand to calm his emotions: "Then tell me what's going on."