Football No. 10: God's Perspective

Jingle Bell!

Wang Po, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the piercing sound of the alarm clock.

It was dark outside the window, it was half past four in the morning.

"Hey kid, it's time to wake up, you should know your job!"

The bloated Billy pushed open the door and shouted at Wang Po at the top of his lungs.

Wang Po nodded impatiently and reluctantly started to get dressed.

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

Wang Po prefers to call this big fat man his nickname, Hamburg.

Because this guy is so fat, the three layers of swimming rings on his belly are like hamburger fillings.

"There's only the last week left, sprint, come on"

Behind him was Billy's urging voice.

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

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

As Hamburg said, Wang Po, who only has one week left to turn sixteen, will soon enter a critical stage in his life.

Professional players either pack up their bags and return home.

At the age of six, Wang Po traveled across the ocean from China to Portugal, the kingdom of football. Why? It’s just an opportunity to become a professional player.

Hamburg, his agent who first discovered him, rated him as a pentagonal warrior.

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

Rare attacking midfielder or central midfielder talent.

The only thing lacking is shooting skills.

Hamburg's evaluation seems a bit ridiculous to the outside world. Looking through Wang Po's resume, in the Portuguese U10, U12, and U14 leagues he participated in, was he not the golden boot and assist leader?

The outstanding performance has attracted the covetous attention of various professional clubs in Portugal, including the super giants, Porto, Benfica, and Sporting Lisbon.

In Portugal, these are three mountains.

Since the establishment of the league, 83 of the 85 league championships have been divided between these three clubs. Its influence is self-evident.

For young players, this is nothing short of a dream start.

However, Hamburg rejected all invitations from clubs.

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, which is his weak foot, with 5 on his main foot and 1 on his left foot.

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

In professional leagues, the higher the level, the higher the ability requirements for players.

The inverse foot is obvious and is extremely targeted.

In order to train Wang Po's left foot, in last year's cross-level U16 league, Hamburg required him to use his left foot and not his right foot.

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

Even in the second half of the league, he lost his main position and could only play as a substitute for ten minutes.

The constant stream of club scouts who had previously visited me no longer came to visit him, not even a single phone call came.

It is not uncommon for a short-lived flash in the pan to harm Zhongyong, not only at home but also abroad.

Participating in the U16 league again is still a familiar venue. Unlike last year when he represented the Portuguese giants Porto, this time Wang Po represented the Eagles, a wild card participating team.

The team's players are mixed, and their strength is much lower than that of the club's echelon. Most of them are brought to the country by agents for gold plating.

These guys are just here to increase their playing time and statistics.

Tactics? Doesn't exist, everyone is unique.

No scout would pay attention to a pheasant team like this.

There were only ten minutes left before the start of the game. Wang Po was called down while he was warming up. Looking at Hamburger's fat, red face, he had a bad feeling that something would not happen.

Hamburger put a hand on Wang Po's shoulder, licked his lips, and said awkwardly, "Sorry, Po, you may have to be a substitute for this game."

Wang Po frowned and looked at the burger opposite in disbelief.

"Are you kidding? You know how important this competition 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 was in trouble, so someone must have paid for the main position.

The opponent in this game is also a Pheasant team. It is an excellent opportunity to brush up the statistics. There must be many people watching.

The reality was so cruel. Wang Po threw his main jersey to the ground and sat on the bench without looking back.

Game start.

Although the two sides fought fiercely, it was not exciting enough.

It's completely a one-on-one confrontation.

The forward passed one through one, then one through two, and was intercepted.

The defender dribbled the ball to midfield but was intercepted and hit on the counterattack.

The game was lackluster and almost drowsy to watch.

Looking at the auditorium, apart from the players' parents and agents, there are only a few scouts, but most of them are small clubs with low-level names that cannot be named.

"Po, come on, replace No. 10."

The white-haired old man pointed at Wang Po and said.

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

After changing his equipment, Wang Po stood on the sidelines and prepared to go on stage.

There are still twenty-five minutes left before the end of the game.

The score was three to three.

Number 10 was a fair and tender English child. He came down very reluctantly and looked at Wang Po with a look full of hostility.

He didn't even do any stagework like high-fiving.

Wang Po raised his hand in the air and could only touch his nose to relieve his embarrassment.

As soon as the game was over, the agent of the English kid rushed over and talked a lot to the coach, very dissatisfied.

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

They played for only one hour and there was no data. They definitely couldn't accept such a result.

Poor confrontation, poor vision, and poor physical fitness.

Let alone the number ten on the field, even the ball boy was not qualified. How could Wang Po accept that such a guy took away his main position?

For such a player, it would be a disaster to let him play. What's funny is that the coach let him stay for an hour.

It's ridiculous.

Wang Po stood in the position of central midfielder, taking over defense and organizing offense.

"ball"

Here, Wang Po sprinted 20 meters to grab the ball and handed it to the black winger, pushing for a counterattack.

Over there, the black winger kept his head down and dribbled until it was intercepted.

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

Wang Po was helpless. Such teammates made people angry. If the ball went out from him, don't think about coming back.

The game time passed quickly, and soon there was only the last five minutes of stoppage time.

The score was still a tie.

Although Wang Po tried hard, his teammates were too bad.

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

"Beep~!"

The referee blew the 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 an offensive player with a right foot as the main foot.

The black winger held the ball and positioned himself. It was obvious that he was ready to take the shot himself.

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

Wang Po walked over and said to the black winger.

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

The attitude was firm, and he would not let it go!

This might be the only chance that must be seized.

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