Green Dragon

Chapter 1 Chinese can also play football?

Europe.

England.

Merseyside.

City of Liverpool.

Finch Farm - Halewood Training Base.

"Good-morning!"

When Long Shute had just recovered from the discomfort, he had already arrived at a remote rural place with a group of people, and a brown-haired ghost with protruding eyes was happily opening his arms to them.

There are green weeds under his feet, towering barbed wire fences and rows of trees all around, which reminds him of the concentration camp in the movie.

Then...not far away is the plastic runway, and there are two strange-shaped white gates piled up in the weed field, and a white fishing net is tied behind the gate.

Long Shute took a deep breath, his vision blurred, but his forehead hurt.

It seems that it is not April 2017, 4?
Looks like he just got off the plane?

The group of them... seem to be playing football?

What is football?
I never watch football, I only know that Curry's three-pointer is the best, Messi and Ronaldo combined can't beat him!
He looked down at his thin body and couldn't help sighing.

Damn... With this body, I can't hold Cousins ​​and Anthony Davis at all!
When Long Shute was thinking, a thin-faced man with long hair beside him pointed to the middle-aged man with pale green eyes and introduced:
"This is the head coach of the Everton Club, Mr. David Moyes. Say hello to everyone."

The four teenagers, including Long Shute, hurriedly bowed to Mr. Moyes, and shouted unevenly: "Nice-to-meet-you, sir."

Anyway, they are all fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, and they can still speak a few words in simple English.

The man called Moyes nodded with a smile, and then murmured a few more words.He speaks very fast, and with a strong Scottish accent, and with his special hearing ability, he can only hear a few words.

Fortunately, there is an interpreter on their side: "Mr. Moyes said, welcome to Everton for trial training. There is a complete youth training system here. The hardware facilities at the Everton training base are also the most advanced in England. I hope you like this place, and I hope that these three months of living and training can give you a deeper understanding and experience of football. No matter whether you stay at Everton or not, it will be of great help to your future career. help."

Long Shute curled his lips in secret: This is really nonsense with enough routines, almost like the welcome speech given by the president of a university when he greets the freshmen. It sounds enthusiastic, but it has no real content.

Moyes said a few more words to the thin-faced man before, and then left the empty field.

Another, younger man started grunting again.

"This is Everton's U15 team coach Kevin Stie. In the past three months, you will receive training with Everton's U15 players and participate in various activities of the club."

The translator conveyed the coach's words word for word and paraphrased them in terms that the Chinese can understand:

"Everton's coaches and staff will try their best to teach you all the training methods in England. I hope it will be helpful to you. The training methods in China and the UK are very different. If there is anything you don't understand, you must ask the coach. Let us communicate and ask for advice, the physical fitness of English players is not the same as ours, so we must not copy them..."

This long passage made Long Shute drowsy until the last sentence.

"After three months of training, the club will let you participate in an U15 intra-team match, and decide whether to provide you with an apprenticeship contract based on your performance. You must perform well and seize this rare opportunity."

The last two sentences were obviously added by the translator on his own initiative.

Long Shute knew that this kind of talk was probably a routine. Although he knew almost nothing about football, he knew at least one thing. The British did not have much affection for the Chinese, especially Originating in the football field in the UK, they don't put the Chinese in their eyes at all.

The football skills of the Chinese may not be as good as the table tennis skills of the British, and they will never be in the hall of elegance...

If it weren't for the face of Li Tie and the Chinese sponsors behind him, how could Everton, a dignified Premier League team, accept such meaningless sparring activities?

And... Li Tie himself has not even played a minute in Everton's first team due to injuries in the past two seasons. What chance will these children brought by him and the sponsoring company have? -
"Guys, this is the U15 training ground. You will train here with Coach Stie in the future. It is only 200 meters away from our first team."

After saying goodbye to the coach, Li Tie, a first-line player, took his little brothers to visit the training base.

"This is a restaurant, and all echelons can eat here."

"This is the gym."

"Here is the physiotherapy room, next door is the team doctor's studio, and further outside there is a library and an electronic reading room, where there are computers with free Internet access."

"This is the warehouse. After training every day, you help the coaches clean up the field, and then send footballs, pyramids and other training equipment here."

"That small building is an office building, and the coaches of each echelon are usually here."

"This is the lounge of the first team. If you have anything to do, you can find me at any time."

"This area is the dormitory for young players, but most of the young players live nearby, and only a small number of people will live here. This room is yours, and it happens to be shared by four people," Li Tie pushed open the door, "Upper and lower bunks, you allocate them yourself."

Li Bing, the leader of the trial training team for young players, looked at the facilities in the room and nodded with a smile: "Everton's accommodation conditions are much better than domestic high schools. There are TVs, washing machines, and separate toilets and showers. I will Send the photo to your parents to reassure them."

Long Shute remained silent: I have no parents or relatives in this world, and no one would worry about me.

After Li Bing took the photographer to take pictures of the whole room and left, Li Tie took out four small machines from his backpack.

"I don't have any gifts for my brother, so I bought a few of the latest GBA," he smiled and distributed them to the four teenagers. "These are game cards. You can play them differently. They can relieve your boredom when you are bored."

Fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys are still children after all, and their eyes shine when they see the game console, and they thank Li Tie repeatedly. He is behind the handheld but has no interest.

After Li Tie left, the other three quickly picked their favorite game cards, leaving only three games on the table.

"Pokemon - Emerald."

"World tennis star."

"FIFA2005."

As a post-90s generation, Long Shute is no stranger to the Pokemon series, so he was the first to put down the emerald.

As for tennis... He didn't know anything about it other than watching an anime dubbed "Killer Tennis".Tennis gave him the impression of flowing short skirts and smooth thighs dripping with sweat, plus... those continuous ecstasy cries that could be used as cell phone ringtones to secretly comfort.

So he installed the FIFA2005 game card that is most closely related to his life.

After the simple import screen ended, he entered the game.

Between the team mode and the player mode, he chose the latter-he is not a coach, of course he chose to become famous with one goal.

Just after entering the creation list, the screen suddenly flickered.

Long Shute took a breath, and then his heart stopped for an instant.

On the screen... the player he was creating, no matter the face, figure... or name, became exactly like him!
(End of this chapter)