football world number one

Chapter 8 Add Me One

"Boom." The ball hit the net again.

Xu Tao saw the ball fly into the goal for the fifth time, a slap trick, an achievement enough to drive any goal scorer crazy.

But the young man downplayed it as casually as if he had swatted a fly to death. No, he still seemed to be shaking his head, as if he was not satisfied with his shot.

“The ball is still too slow!”

"Pfft!" Xu Tao was about to vomit blood, and he remembered the scene where this guy came here with his sneakers on his back and a leather ball.

"Hello, can you add me?"

Sentimental smiles, reserved words, and modest inquiries, they agreed to join this handsome guy who made people look good without even thinking about it.

Now, Xu Tao felt that this guy must have been sent by heaven to torture him, didn't he just brag about his career with his buddies.

Anyway, my brother has played goalkeeper in the professional team for several years, how come this young man can't touch any of his shots, and, with such a fast ball speed, why does he still think it's not good...

"Ah, why are you looking at me, keep going."

After Liu Feng scored the fifth goal, he quickly reflected on the problems he had just had. He found that he had regressed too much in the two years since he left Santos.

Whether it is the sense of the ball or the rhythm of the game, he is much slower than at that time. Sure enough, scientific and targeted training is still very important.

Of course, these are compared to professional games. In the eyes of the players on the field, Liu Feng is like the king of the ball.

Rapid direction changes, Marseille roundabouts, deep-fried meatballs, high-speed single-handedly, because Liu Feng needs to have a general understanding of his own state, so as long as Liu Feng takes the ball on the court, he will start to unconsciously do some movements that are extremely sophisticated and ball-feeling.

After some attempts, Liu Feng didn't think it would work.

But this group of football lovers who get together to play football every week has been greatly shocked. They have seen people showing off their skills, but they have never seen people showing off their skills as common as eating.

Now the players defending him keep asking whether he is still human, while his teammates are full of emotion in their minds. Naturally, the game cannot go on.

"Ahem, boy, do you play professionally?"

After taking the ball out of the goal, Xu Tao couldn't bear it anymore. This guy is just here to abuse them. If he keeps kicking, everyone's mentality will collapse.

"Er... Uncle, how did you see it?"

"..."

How did you get it?Xu Tao has a dark face, you just scored a volley that is enough for my buddies to brag about for a week, and then you still look like you think you can't do it, who can bear it.

"I just retired from the U17 of the Golden Lions, so it's half a career."

Seeing Xu Tao's constipated expression, Liu Feng finally realized that he was too focused just now, which seemed to have brought a lot of impact to the players on the field.

"Only U17? Is the Golden Lions so strong now? Wait, step back! Boy..." Xu Tao was stunned. The young man in front of him should definitely not be a player who was cleared.

"Ah, it's just that we didn't reach an agreement with the club on some aspects. That's not right, uncle, aren't we playing football? Why do you ask this?"

"Haha..." Xu Tao touched his bald head embarrassingly: "I used to play professionally, but I was a little curious. Okay, let's continue playing football. What's your name, boy?"

"Liu Feng."

"Okay. Fatty show! You and Liu Feng change teams. I hit it off with this guy, and it's suitable to be in the same group!"

In the crowd, a chubby striker from Xu Tao's team raised his middle finger to Xu Tao: "Stop nagging, you are afraid of being shot!"

"What are you talking about! I didn't! You play forward all day and you don't see a goal. You still have the face to criticize me."

"Hehe, you don't, you don't, the former professional goalkeeper who scored five goals."

Xu Tao and the fat striker seemed to be the treasures of this group of football fans, and the two shouted across the air, which caused a burst of laughter in an instant.

After knowing that Liu Feng used to be a player in a professional club, the mentality of some players who were a little upset because they conceded too many goals gradually calmed down.

He is a professional player, so he must be different from us amateurs. It is not a loss to see such a wonderful performance after throwing a few goals.

The game restarted, and Liu Feng no longer performed as long as he got the ball as before, but withdrew to the midfield and began to consciously pass the ball to his teammates.

Liu Feng knows very well that football is a team sport. If he doesn't take his teammates' feelings into consideration, he will lose more and more support from his teammates. This is especially true on the field, where solitary competitions are always the most annoying.

As Liu Feng sorted out consciously, the players in Xu Tao's team felt extremely comfortable.

There is no way, Liu Feng's ball is really wonderful. Whether it is the speed of the through ball or the advance of the ball, the teammates can get the ball very comfortably, and then hit the goal or continue to pass.

After a while, Liu Feng completed a hat-trick of assists. The gaps in the defense of this group of wild ball uncles are like roads in Liu Feng's eyes. If it weren't for his teammates sometimes not understanding what he meant, he would have scored more goals.

"It's okay, boy! You also go up and hit the goal, don't keep passing the ball to us."

An uncle striker in his thirties, after chasing Liu Feng's through pass to score again, ran to Liu Feng's side who was standing in the midfield panting: "We really can't run anymore."

"okay!"

Liu Feng was also polite, and stood in the forward position again. This time, several teammates started to play for him. After Liu Feng got the ball, he started to make various moves to hit the goal.

Both his opponents and teammates were conquered by Liu Feng's series of skills that can only be seen on TV.

"nice shot!"

After Liu Feng made another rainbow and then volleyed the ball into the goal, the players and more and more onlookers around him cheered for him.

Xu Tao danced with excitement: "Ronaldinho! Afeng, you play football so much like Ronaldinho."

"No, no, it's still far away."

Liu Feng is a little embarrassed. He came out of the Brazilian youth training system. He does have a very strong Brazilian color and has mastered many freestyle football skills.

"Liu Feng, are you interested in joining our team?"

The chubby forward came up, this fat man was named Yuan Peng, and he was a good buddy with Xu Tao.

The two rented this piece of land as a partnership, managed several football fields, and then formed a team together with a group of football enthusiasts. They played matches with various amateur teams in the city on weekdays.

"Fatty Sao, do you think Afeng will stay in Nanyang at this level?" Xu Tao said, "Afeng is so young, he will definitely continue to play professionally."

"Ah, yes, I was thinking too much."

Liu Feng smiled and looked at the two uncles, one tall and the other fat: "You two uncles, I have already contacted the next club for trial training, but before going to the trial training, I should borrow your venue for some training. Is it possible?"

"Yes, yes, very welcome!"

"Not only are you welcome, you are also free to use our venue and equipment. Look at the people you have attracted today. As long as you have time to show off here, our business will definitely be better."

"Thank you then."

Liu Feng smiled a little cautiously. The two uncles were so talkative that caught him off guard, but being able to find a professional football field for training before going to the trial training could indeed solve many problems.

Back home, Liu Feng took off his sneakers, sat by the computer, opened the mailbox and clicked on the email sent to him by Joao.

The entire email was an introduction to the club he was about to go to for trial training. Liu Feng had already browsed it over and over again, but every day he came back from training outside, he couldn't help but click on it again.

"Piacenza."

Liu Feng looked at the team emblem with a bloody wolf head on the screen, and tightly pursed his lips: "I will definitely stay there."

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