Expelled from the national football team and rewarded the king of the ball, Belica

The members of the review team looked at each other and were too surprised to speak.

"The seal-style dribble requires extremely high ball sense and coordination. How did he do it?"

"This sense of the ball, this speed, this awareness, when did Longguo produce such a football genius?"

"I must be dazzled. I seemed to see a yellow-skinned Bailey on the field just now?"

The originally calm review team suddenly became lively.

Lin Mo showed a very high level of football, which aroused everyone's amazement.

"The No. 11 of the yellow team may be a coincidence. The No. 3 of the blue team is very stable. He can attack and defend. He is a good seed."

Albert said something abruptly.

The members of the review team looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ma Dalei is number 3 of the blue team.

Just over a minute ago, he was just overwhelmed by Lin Mo on both offense and defense.

"Uh, blue team No. 3... is very active."

After much deliberation, the members can only give comments from this point in the end.

But anyone with eyes can see it.

With the level shown by Ma Dalei, it is much worse than Lin Mo.

"What the hell, is this guy on a stimulant? Can he run faster than a rabbit?"

Ma Dalei was crushed on both offense and defense, and he was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

"Hey, how did you defend, why didn't you shovel him just now?"

Ma Dalei angrily questioned his teammates.

It seems to have completely forgotten how this conceded goal happened.

The strange thing is that the players of the blue team just frowned, but they didn't reply in the end.

"As long as he dares to take the ball later, he will give me a shovel, and if he breaks the shovel, I will be punished."

Ma Dalei said viciously, looking like a ball bully.

The blue team players looked at each other without making a sound.

"As expected of the 'Ball King' skill card, this ability... tsk tsk."

Lin Mo really sighed.

With the ability bonus of "Ball King" Bailey, he has greatly improved both in personal ability and consciousness.

Lin Mo's performance would have been even more amazing if his thin body hadn't hindered him.

Soon, the training game continued, and the blue team had the offensive ball.

"Give me the ball!"

Ma Dalei had just been "humiliated" and was holding his breath.

As a central defender, he rushed to the frontcourt after the kick-off, desperately asking for the ball from his teammates.

"Godson, are you creating a new way of playing as a central defender?"

Lin Mo sneered.

Originally, he was going to take the initiative to find Ma Dalei.

Unexpectedly, this product will take the initiative to deliver to the door.

"What the hell, dare to call me...huh?"

Ma Dalei was furiously about to speak harshly, but suddenly felt a chill down his crotch.

The ball is gone again.

"You, you are so deceitful, shovel him to death!"

Ma Dalei was about to explode.

He was clearly planning to regain his position in this attack, but who knows...

Didn't even make it past halftime.

"Godson, let's see how your father plays football."

Lin Mo skillfully controlled the ball, moving around in the crowd.

It can be seen that the blue team players are already doing their best to defend.

However, under Lin Mo's extremely fast dribbling frequency, their movements seemed to be a beat slower.

"What a strong combination of man and ball!"

Parley gasped.

When Lin Mo broke through with the ball, the football seemed to stick to his feet.

Logically speaking, players without the ball should run faster than those with the ball.

But the situation on the court was that Lin Mo was running in front, and a group of players in blue vests were chasing after him.

Moreover, the gap between the two sides is still widening.

Pali nodded again and again, and couldn't help taking out his phone to take a picture.

"Wouldn't the number 11 of the yellow team want to play ten more?"

"This strength is simply a blow to dimensionality reduction, but I have never heard of such a number one person in Longguo?"

"Long Kingdom is a football desert, even gold has to be covered by sand..."

The members of the review team talked a lot.

In their impression, the players from Long Guolai's trial training can even stop the ball ten meters away. There has never been a player with such a strong ability!

Amidst a burst of exclamation, Lin Mo had already connected nine people and directly killed the blue team's restricted area!

The central defender of the blue team swallowed his throat, trembling.

"Fuck! Why me again?"

Just 5 minutes ago, he was eaten raw by Lin Mo with speed, preventing him from being lonely.

Sadly, this time he was dragged to the back of the line of defense again.

"This guy is too fast, isn't he completely unstoppable?"

The central defender of the blue team was annoyed. Lin Mo had already driven straight into the penalty area, and after getting close, he made a dribble.

"Ok?"

The defender watched the football fly overhead, and then heard a "whoosh".

The ball is like a sharp arrow, heading straight for the dead corner of the goal!

"Swish"!
Pick the ball and shoot in the air, and the shot is absolutely dead.

The angle of the ball is tricky and the speed of the ball is extremely fast.

The goalkeeper didn't even make a save and just watched the football fly into the net.

"nice shot!"

The members of the review team couldn't help applauding.

"This goal is full of spirituality. How much strength does No. 11 have to show?"

"It's wonderful. This ball has both spirituality and footwork. The potential of No. 11 is too high."

"Such a good player must stay!"

The members of the review team wrote "shua shua" on the record sheet, and the words between the lines were full of praise.

"Hmph, it's so fancy, it's enough to hit the ball directly to the far corner, why do you have to make a pick?"

"I think it's a show of skill."

Albert snorted coldly, and drew another big X on the recording board!

"Football is a team sport. If one person can solve the problem, why put eleven people on the field?"

"Forehead……"

The members of the review team looked at each other, and the pens in their hands stopped at the same time.

Albert is not only the head of the trial training, but also the deputy director of the scouting department.

There are many people in the review team who are his direct subordinates, so we have to look at the face of the leader to some extent.

"Fuck! Why did he let him score again, what the hell is this supposed to prevent?"

Ma Dalei's face turned into a pig's liver with anger, and he was furious and scolded his teammates when he lost the ball.

"Hey, it seems that you lost the ball just now, right?"

A player from the blue team couldn't take it anymore and counterattacked.

"Isn't it normal to lose the ball on the football field? There are seven or eight people behind you, why can't you stop even one person?"

Ma Dalei seemed to still feel that he was being reasonable, and kept exhaling fragrance.

"Damn son, how dare you criticize your teammates if you kick the ball like this?"

Lin Mo just finished celebrating with his teammates, and he didn't forget to say hello after returning to halftime.

"It's none of your business! And... who the hell are you calling your son?"

Ma Dalei was already angry.

After being intercepted by Lin Mo twice in a row, he counterattacked. Even though he has the face of the national football team, he can't hold back his face.

"Cherish the remaining game time well, soon you will have to change your name to Lin Dalei."