number one striker

Chapter 16 Template Robben
After the training match, Uke nodded with great satisfaction.

Except for that shot, Caesar has fully met the requirements of the game in terms of speed, running position and enthusiasm.

Marcus can only say that he is inexperienced. This requires the accumulation of games, so we can't be too anxious now.

Caesar sighed regretfully. His breakthrough success rate today was close to [-]%, but the chance of hitting within the range of the door frame was zero percent.

Hitting the door with four feet, all of them deviated and went out without exception.

However, his speed still convinced his teammates, especially the teammate who was suddenly turned into a sieve by Caesar. After the game, he even shouted to worship him as a teacher.

The lively Gross Kreutz has also experienced never being recognized as a main player, and he knows exactly what Kaiser needs now.

"Hey! Luther! Your explosive power is really strong. When you have time, you can compete with Marco to see who is the team's fastest horse. I bet Marco wins, 100 marks! Does anyone want to bet?!" He yelled loudly on purpose.

There are mostly young people in the team, and they don't have much spare money, so they started chatterboxes one after another, and surrounded them with each other.

Marcus also yelled: "I bet on the road to win! 1000 marks!"

The big cross yelled exaggeratedly: "This young master suppressed Luther for 1000 marks! Buy it and leave it!!"

Caesar was surrounded by the crowd, listening to them talk about himself.

"Luther's speed is faster!"

"Yeah, look at those two strokes, it's like a sports car!"

"Luther will definitely become the team's winger!"

"It's just a bad shot."

Ahem, pretend I didn't hear the last two sentences.

Caesar naturally knew that the Grand Cross was helping him integrate into the team. If he gave up this opportunity at this time, he didn't know how much effort it would take.

Then he shouted himself: "I bet too!"

"Down as much as you want!"

"I bet 100 marks! Marko wins!"

"Go to hell!!"

Everyone laughed, and Jens Bammer walked away with a sullen face.

Caesar walked to the locker room surrounded by a group of young people. Although the team's record was not good, they were in a good mood.

"Marcus! Every shower head here can get water!" Caesar looked at the bathroom in surprise and yelled at Marcus.

Big Cross laughed loudly: "It seems that the bathhouse over there is still so bad!"

Shavras pointed the shower head at Caesar, and the kid screamed from the hot water.Everyone's eyes brightened, and they also joined the battle.In the end, I didn't know who was spraying whom, but everyone was laughing anyway.

Hammers heard their voices from a long distance away, and he frowned and said, "Can't these bastards behave a little bit?"

But Uke said with a smile: "This Luther Kaiser really has some skills. You see, everyone is happy because of him."

Haymes said with a cold face, "You'll be happy if you turn into idiots, right? Besides, what happened to Jens Bammer?"

Uke shook his head: "I don't know, I'll ask tomorrow."

After the training, everyone went back to their respective homes and went to their respective mothers.

Red and White Allen has limited funds, so Caesar still has to live in the original dormitory.

But Marcus is a local, and the bed assigned to him by the team is vacant there.

Coincidentally, the other three have left the team, and no one has moved in yet.

"Alright, it will save me seeing them upset." Caesar took the key, anyway, he won't be able to stay for a few days, and he will move out by himself after a while.

In the next few days, Kaiser and Marcus followed the first team to train as usual.I heard that Miguel has entered the first team of Munich 1860, and the coach there is very satisfied with him.

After hearing the news, Uke just shrugged his shoulders. He is relatively easy-going, but his lazy attitude towards the game is absolutely intolerable to him.

Miguel can only say that he came to the wrong team at the wrong time, and Caesar also sincerely hopes that he can gain a firm foothold in 1860.

He looked at the schedule. On May 5th, at two o'clock in the afternoon on the weekend, Red and White Allen will be waiting for the challenge of 17 at home. He hopes that at that time, he can stand on the court and see the Spaniard standing on the opposite side.

In the past few days, Caesar will stay to practice shooting after the normal training is over.

He didn't expect that the shooting accuracy of this body was so low. Could it be that too high a speed would affect the shooting accuracy?

The high chief has slowly adapted to this body, and there will be no too low-level mistakes when carrying the ball.It's just that he played on the side in his previous life, so this time, he always used to run to the side to attack, which compressed Royce's room for movement.

However, Caesar's breakthrough success rate on the wing is also very high. If there is space, he will hop, and if there is no space, he will hit the wall with his teammates.

As long as the pass is not too outrageous, he can catch up.

There are not many technical players in the Red and White Allen team, and almost everyone passes the ball in a casual way.

However, after having Caesar, everyone's pass success rate has been greatly improved, and Caesar can catch up anyway.

Uke doesn't know whether it's a good thing or a bad thing. Now everyone thinks they are masters of the pass, and teammates start blaming each other when they can't catch them.

"How did you pass the ball?"

"What's wrong! Luther can catch up!"

"Fuck! I'm not that fast!"

Uke began to feel that maybe having Caesar in the middle wasn't a good option.Perhaps the sidewalk is the most suitable place for him.

On this day, Caesar continued to stay to practice shooting, but he did not find Uke standing on the sidelines.

"You won't get the effect if you practice like this."

Caesar turned around and saw Uke taking off his down jacket and walking over.

"Coach! It's winter now, can you bear it with such a thin body?" Caesar complained, and Uke had black lines: "When I played football, you were still liquid!"

Caesar shrank his neck and stopped talking.

"How does it feel to join the team?"

Caesar bumped the ball twice: "Very good, the teammates are very kind, and I think I have improved a lot."

"Including shooting?" Uke laughed, and Caesar scratched the back of his head.

"Come on, you defend me." Uke stepped on the ball and said to Caesar.

Caesar's eyes widened, "Coach?"

"Don't worry, I will use your best method to get past you." Uke rolled up his sleeves, and suddenly the cold wind blew up. He shivered and put down his sleeves again.

Caesar muttered: "You want to sneak past me? Impossible."

"Watch it!" Uke stepped on the ball and moved it slowly.

Caesar stared at Uke's feet with full concentration, and the coach suddenly accelerated to the bottom line, but it was not at a speed that Caesar could not react to.

"It's too slow!" Caesar yelled, but Uke snapped the ball back with the outside instep of his right foot, dodging Caesar's steal, and then took a sideways step to score from the far corner.

"Yeah!" Uke raised his arms and shouted.

"Coach, this is not my best way."

Uke put on his clothes unhurriedly, and said: "No matter how fast you are, your opponent will always find a way to restrain you. 'Caesar will definitely hit the bottom', 'He can only do one move', your opponent may have such thoughts. However, what if you have the ability to cut inside? The expression on the opponent's face will definitely be very exciting."

Caesar suddenly realized.

Then you just say let me learn from Robben? !

(End of this chapter)