green showman

Chapter 16 Possible Appearance Opportunities

May NO.12, the day before the final round of the Premier League 2006-2007 season.

"Dididi!" Lawrence whistled and gathered, frowning and looking at the young men lined up in front of him, "Where's Best? He's actually late. I think he wants to go back to China to find his mother."

Marvin, the right back who had the deepest conflict with Sun Wu in the team, laughed loudly without any scruples, and suddenly heard someone behind him say: "Mr. Lawrence, Best has come over this morning, and Mr. Mark transferred him to the first team." .”

"Cough cough cough..." Marvin, who was choked, coughed violently, "Damn it! He went to the first team again? Is the coach blind?"

"Marvin!" Lawrence roared. "Three circles!"

"Sir, you can't do this. Does Best have other relatives in the club besides Patrick?"

"Four circles." Lawrence's expression turned ugly.

Seeing Marvin running around with a dark face, Lawrence called Phil Jones to step aside, "Phil, are you sure?"

"Of course, sir, you know that he is the first to arrive at the training ground and the last to leave the training ground every day." Phil Jones was a little envious. You must know that Sun Wu had been unknown in the U18 and reserve teams before, but he did not Thinking of being promoted to the first team twice in a row within two months, from the beginning of 2007 to now, only Sun Wu can be transferred to the first team.

"Damn it! Mark is not afraid to completely ruin a good seedling!"

Phil Jones stared dumbfounded at the furious coach who pulled out his phone.

……

Early in the morning, before Mark Hughes had time to enter the office, the cell phone in his pocket vibrated violently.

"Lawrence, yes, you weren't here yesterday, and I asked Patrick to go back to inform Best at night...uh, okay, I'm in the office."

"What's wrong?" Another assistant coach, David Kleist, asked in confusion.

"It seems that Lawrence is very dissatisfied with me transferring Best back to the first team..." Mark Hughes shrugged.

Half an hour later, loud rebuttals could be heard outside the office.

"No, no, Mark, you know, a month ago he just had a big setback, for an 18-year-old kid, playing him on such an important occasion can easily break him... kids these days can't play with you compared to……"

"In the last round of the league against Tottenham Hotspur, neither side needs to grab points, it's just training new players."

"Mark, do you think I'm a fool?" Lawrence frowned. "It's the last round of the league, but it's not the last game of the season. There will be an FA Cup final a week later."

Seeing that Mark Hughes didn't speak for a while, Lawrence gushed: "Although it's only been a month, Best's progress is very surprising. His ability to read the game is far better than others. The talent that hadn't been tapped in the previous 17 years, maybe that impact awakened his talent...but I think if you want to use him, next season is more suitable."

"But yesterday at the reserve game, Patrick told me..."

"Patrick, hum!" Lawrence twitched his lips, "Everyone knows that Best is his godson!"

Mark Hughes turned his head and glanced at the players on the training ground who had already started running circles, as well as the assistant coach Patrick on the sidelines. After a pause for a few seconds, he said, "Let me think again... The first team follows training."

Lawrence sighed, got up and was about to go back, when he walked to the door, he stopped suddenly, "Mark, if you insist, I think it's more appropriate for Best to play as the right midfielder. In the reserve team game yesterday, although he stepped up and assisted a little bit, every time It worked out pretty well every time.”

When Lawrence went out, Kleiste, who was standing aside, thought about it in his heart, "Mark, this is good news."

"Well." Mark Hughes stared at the list of players in his hand, holding a pen to weigh repeatedly, "There is only Emerton on the right back now, and Reid's injury in the midfield will definitely not keep up..."

"Best can play two positions on the right, which means that there is an extra space for the bench. There are only five people on the bench, and the substitute goalkeeper has to be deducted..." Kleist whispered: "In case the central defender or the back With a waist injury or a yellow card, Emerton can step up and replace Best, and he can also replace Bentley, allowing the latter to step up and change to a double striker."

"That's the plan, but it also depends on his performance in tomorrow's game." Mark Hughes packed up his things and prepared to go to the training ground, still complaining, "This kid is a disaster, since he was transferred to the first team, The frequency of injuries has doubled..."

"Fortunately, there are a lot of generalists in the team, otherwise it would be a headache, but it is said that next year there will be two more positions on the bench, and seven people can be easily arranged."

"David, don't read the Sun newspaper, can you believe what they say?"

……

Although he has been away for a month, Sun Wu and the first-team players are still so close, joking with Bentley, pulling Peterson to make fun of it, and talking about the ancient and mysterious culture of Eastern China during the break... Uh, There was still time, and Roberts next to him was taken aback by him.

"Drip!" Kleist blew his whistle, "Match in groups."

According to tradition, the main players are wearing vests. Today is the last training before the game. It is mainly adaptive training, and the list of players has been determined in advance.

Sun Wu stood in the position, and beside him was the team's third central defender, Gresco. When this guy saw Sun Wu, his face was not very good-looking, and several passes were either biased or heavy.

It’s no wonder that Gresco is not friendly. Usually he is the first substitute of the central defender, but if Sun Wu is there, the coach is likely to let Emerton fill in the middle and let Sun Wu play on the right... and Grasco himself is fast Slow, slow turning, a typical British central defender, it is impossible to go to the wing.

Sun Woo figured it out soon, shit!If you are capable, the coach asked Emerton to fill the central defender position... so blame me!
Gresco's pass in the backcourt was a bit too big. Sun Wu sped up and stretched out his foot to barely hook the ball. After facing Peterson who was robbing him, he made a feint with a big kick, then turned his head to look at Gresco, and then With a flick of the outside of the foot, the ball passed through Peterson's crotch.

"Oh, Morten, what a shame!" Samba shouted loudly from behind.

Passing the ball to Derby Hill who came up to meet him, Sun Wu turned his head and smiled strangely at Peterson, "Morten, it's not really a shame, it's just that I passed it."

Peterson jogged over with a sly smile, "During the training class yesterday, the coach specifically told us not to pass people in the dangerous area..."

Sun Wu twitched his lips and turned to look at the coach on the sidelines. Mark Hughes was expressionless, Kleist was smiling, and Patrick smiled wryly and shook his head.

"Maybe your choice is right." Kleiste whispered, "Look at his performance... he doesn't look like a kid at all."

(End of this chapter)