football's number one madman

Chapter 212 Unexpected Recruitment

"Oh!"

"Whoosh~"

Alves watched the football fly into the net again.

He unfastened his gloves:
"This is the end of today's extra training. You probably scored... 30 shots?"

Lee Polo shrugged noncommittally:

"maybe."

After half an hour of extra practice, after deducting the time for picking up the ball, he completed at least 500 shots. Even his right foot felt a little sore, but the success rate of shots was still pitifully low.

Diego Alves is a goalkeeper who is very good at saving, especially a recognized penalty save master. His reaction speed and attacking ability are second to none in the entire La Liga, and because of his outstanding performance, he once became a Brazilian national goalkeeper.

It’s just because the Inter Milan goalkeeper Cesar was old and strong, and the younger generation Alisson and Ederson grew up rapidly. Alves, who was born at the wrong time, has very few opportunities to perform in the Selecao...

Alves tucked the gloves under his arm, and while helping Lee Polo clean up the football that rolled on the ground, he sent encouragement:

"Brother, I thought you were just a whim at first, but I didn't expect that you would really train yourself every day..."

He smiled and shook his head:

"As a Brazilian player playing in Spain, I really can't accept such a self-disciplined madman around me."

The pace of life in Spain is slow, and Brazilian players are famous for their lack of self-discipline. Alves can take the initiative to practice more, which is already an outlier...

Li Poluo stretched out his foot and kicked a football to the sidelines, baring his teeth:
"My time as a professional player is too short, and my basic skills are too poor. If I don't practice extra, I'm afraid I won't become a top star before I retire."

Alves waved to the staff outside the field, indicating that they can enter the field to clean up, then turned and said:
"Superstar? You are now!"

Li Poluo shook his head and smiled:

"It's not enough!"

Alves froze for a moment:
"You don't really want to be a superstar like Ronaldo or Messi, do you?"

Li Poluo also froze for a moment:
"Can't you?"

Alves couldn't help laughing out loud:
"I'm sorry, but I still want to tell you that in the football world... you can't do everything with hard work!"

Li Poluo nodded silently:

"I know."

[Of course I don't just work hard. 】

[I ride a horse and there are cheats! 】

A "ding" sound sounded in his mind:

【Shots: 31→32】

【Defense: 77→78】

【Spirit: 73→74】

【Overall Rating: 435 → 438】

He rubbed his chin, slightly surprised:
[I can understand that the spirit has increased, but why does the defense also increase? 】
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Back in the locker room, Li Polo, who took a hot shower casually, opened his locker, and his phone reminded him that he had received an email earlier:
"Hello, dear Lee Polo:

This is the England National Football Center - the organization responsible for the management and operation of England's national football teams at all levels.

We've been following your performances - even though you're not playing in England.

Today, we are pleased to inform you that you have been selected for England's squad for the European Youth Football Championship. Please arrive at the Swiss International Airport before 3:23 on March 15, and our staff will be responsible for the reception.

BTW, we have officially notified the Valencia club, they are happy to add a national team member to their club.

For all unfinished business, please contact the following staff:

Tom Jerry, phone 123456789,[email protected]. "

After frowning and looking again, Li Polo threw away the phone and let out a wry smile:
"TMD! MMP!"

Alves, who was wiping his hair, asked casually:
"What's the matter? Did you quarrel with your girlfriend? Women are such animals, just say a few nice words and coax them..."

Li Bo Luo rolled his eyes:

"I don't allow you to speak ill of women! No, that's not what I said! I was called up by the FA!"

Alves froze for a moment:
"I hear what you mean... Is this the first time they have recruited you?"

Seeing Li Poluo's nod of confirmation, he opened his mouth wide in astonishment:
"What kind of superstars does England have now? You smashed the players of Barcelona and Real Madrid like this, and they didn't notice until now?"

Lee Polo shrugged his shoulders:

"I didn't finish talking just now, it's not the England national team, it's...the youth team on horseback."

Alves simply patted his teammates on the shoulder this time:

"Brother, come on!"
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"Hey, man, I hear you're going to play the European Championships?"

Early the next morning, Zakaria excitedly found Li Polo.

Li Poluo raised his eyelids and gave him a stinky face.

He has already searched for information on the so-called European Youth Championship. The official name of this event is called "European U21 Nations Cup Qualification Tournament".

However, the age limit for this event is calculated from the qualifying year, which is 2015, so Lee Polo, who was born in August 1994, is a standard age-appropriate player.

The most important significance of this event is that the team that finally advances can get tickets for the men's football match in the next Olympic Games, so most national teams attach great importance to it—except England, Scotland, Wales, and Northern Ireland.

The reason for this is very simple, because in the list of members of the International Olympic Committee, there is only the British Empire, but not the four kingdoms under them (this is different from China, Hong Kong, Macao and Taiwan are separate members in the International Olympic Committee ), so they cannot form a team alone, but because of the historical grievances of the four major football associations, they are not willing to mix together and compete in the name of the United Kingdom.

Only 2012 was an exception, because London hosted the Olympic Games, and the British Empire, as the "birthplace of modern football", had to play in football matches.For the sake of the official face of the British Empire, coupled with the lobbying of the three prime ministers in turn, the four major football associations barely reached an agreement.

But in the end, only Wales was willing to form a joint team with England. None of the players from Scotland or Northern Ireland participated. The overage player Giggs served as the captain. After 52 years, Britain once again participated in the Olympic men's football event...

Therefore, even if England wins the championship in this event, it is impossible for them to appear in the Olympic Games.

Being called up to the youth team originally made Li Polo a little unhappy, but now that he is participating in a tasteless competition, how can he be happy?

Zakaria, who is a Belgian, didn't take his emotions into account, and said to himself there:

"Belgium is in Group A and England is in Group I. Maybe we can meet in the play-offs!"

According to the rules of the competition, 54 teams are divided into 9 groups, and the first in the 9 groups will directly advance to the 2017 finals, while the 4 best-scoring second-placed teams will fight each other to compete for the last two places in the finals.

Li Poluo glared at him:
"With me here, England will definitely advance directly!"

Zakaria was stunned by his stare:
"Hahaha, then we will see you in the finals next year!"

"see you next year?"

Lee Polo's murderous aura surged!
"Do you think a superstar like me will participate in any bullshit youth team competition next year?"

"I should at least go to the world preliminaries!"

Zakaria sat down on the bench, shivering in the corner.

[Why are you pissing me off? 】

[You go to the Football Association! 】

[Anyway, last year I was your team translator for free for half a year! 】

[You can speak Spanish now, and you have become the core of the team again, so you turn your face and deny anyone? 】

[Negative emotions from Zakaria Bakali, +55! 】

(End of this chapter)