Green Destroyer

Chapter 2
"Chen... are you okay? Do you need a rest?"

The fourth official of the game is Louis Madan, the head coach of the Metz U15 echelon.

He looked at Chen Hao who was lying on the ground, and he didn't show much concern.

After these few days, these Chinese players will leave Metz. Judging from the training results of the previous months, I am afraid that only two of these ten people will be able to stay, but this little guy is not included.

Chen Hao wiped the sweat off his cheeks, and stood up with the support of his teammates:

"I don't need to rest, sir, I can still play!"

Ma Dan waved his hand noncommittally, and let him play again.

That collision just now looked like it hurt, but since this Chinese kid wants to compete, let him compete.

Anyway... there will be no more chances to compete like this in the future.
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The French Ligue [-], referred to as Ligue [-], is barely considered the fifth largest league in Europe. However, compared with La Liga, Premier League, Bundesliga, and Serie A, the strength and popularity of Ligue [-] are undoubtedly much weaker, and it is basically reduced to a springboard for young monsters. Balloon Star's Nursing Home.

Today's Metz has not even entered the Ligue 2011. They are just a mid-lower team in the Ligue 12. The 5-50 season has been played until May, and they have even fallen into the relegation zone. Objectively speaking, now I am afraid that no player in this team is worth more than [-] euros...

But this does not affect the popularity of Metz Youth Academy in Europe, especially for young players from Africa, Asia, and South America, it is definitely a good place.

In this place, first-class players such as Pires, Adebayor, Pjanic, and Coulibaly have been cultivated. Bayern's "Scarman" Ribery also stayed here for a short time. In this season, Their youth training echelon ushered in another fast black horse from Africa-Sadio Mane...

Metz’s youth training camp is well-known, and the club has always had a tradition of charging fees for starting classes, so there are quite a few players in all levels of echelons. For example, in the U15 echelon where Chen Hao belongs, there are Close to 50 players.

Since this is an international training center used by Metz to collect money, the players basically come from various countries. In addition to some small countries in Europe, there are also a large number of players from Africa and South America-these areas are regarded as historically famous in France. Traditional colonial scope, and apart from a few Chinese players, there are actually a few Asian faces from India and Indonesia in this U15 team...

As a competitive sport, football has a strong taste of competition, coupled with national political factors, these young players from India and Indonesia have dislikes with Chinese players on the training ground, which is also expected.

And the one who knocked Chen Hao to the ground just now was the tall and powerful Indian midfielder, Bikiyananda Singh.

Seeing Chen Hao covered in grass clippings and dirt, Singer's face was full of smiles, and he had no intention of hiding it.

I don't know why, when he turned the Chinese boy over, Singer shivered as if convulsed, and felt a strong surge of pleasure all over his body!

What is so great about the Chinese?
We Indians... know how to play football too!
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"Are you okay, Chen Hao?"

The 15-year-old teammate Zhang Yuning patted Chen Hao on the back, let go of his supporting right hand, and asked a question with concern.

Chen Hao shook his head slightly, then exhaled:

"You go to play forward, I will retreat to the organization."

Zhang Yuning glanced at Singh:
"That Indian guy is too strong, you don't need to fight him..."

Chen Hao grinned:
"Brother, don't worry about me!"
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Since it is only a U15 game, each half has only 30 minutes.

Two-thirds of the way through the second half, the score was 2-2.

Fourteen and fifteen-year-olds don't know how to allocate their physical energy reasonably. By the end of the game, most of them were out of breath, their legs were weak, and they no longer had the bravery and vitality they had at the beginning.

What's more... This competition within the team is also equivalent to the final exam of a semester. Under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen "judges and teachers", everyone is spared no effort to express themselves and want to get a suitable one. If you can get a formal contract from the Metz Club, that would be the best result.

"Chinaman, do you still want to taste the dirt?"

Indian midfielder Singh stood in front of Chen Hao again, showing a ferocious smile.

At only 15 years old, his height exceeds 1.8 meters 1.7, which is almost half a head taller than Chen Gao who is [-] meters [-]. The physique of the two is obviously not at the same level.

The Chinese goalkeeper Xing Yu quickly sent the ball, and the defender Huang Wei wanted to pass directly to the center, but was blocked by the opponent's striker who stepped forward to press the ball out of the sideline. This attack was easily interrupted.

The foul ball was thrown vigorously by Xiang Xubai, the oldest player in the team. The midfield playmaker Zhang Xiuwei dribbled the ball past a defensive player, and then smartly instigated an over-the-top pass!
Although Chen Hao, who retreated to respond, did not touch the ball, he successfully pulled Singh and another defensive player out of the line of defense, thus creating opportunities for his forwards.

The ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air and flew from Singer's head to behind him. Zhang Yuning jumped up slightly, puffed up his chest and easily unloaded the ball. Then, using his left foot as a support, he turned around and volleyed with a "hula"!
The coach outside the field, Louis Madan, nodded slightly:
"This little guy, and the one who passed the ball just now... are the most talented among these Chinese players. You can recommend them to the club."

The colleague beside him shook his head:
"You probably don't understand the situation, Louis. Chinese players, like Africans, always like to falsify their age. Who knows if they are 15 or 18?"

Ma Dan opened his eyes wide in surprise, and wanted to ask him for details, but heard a muffled sound from the court:
"boom!"
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Damn!

Only a little bit!
Zhang Yuning, who fell to the ground, punched the turf angrily!
His shot just now has gathered all his strength, and the timing of his choice is even more unexpected and just right, but... his luck is too bad!
Such a powerful shot turned around and shot, but it hit the goalkeeper impartially!
The unresponsive goalkeeper didn't even make a move, just luck blocked the ball!
The goalkeeper, who was still in shock, slumped to the ground, but the football popped out of the penalty area high.

Zhang Yuning hadn't gotten up from the turf yet, so he had time to turn his head and look back.

The closest to football landing is Indian midfielder Singh!
I saw him spread his arms, using his strong body to firmly block the position, blocking Chen Hao at the periphery.

Of course Chen Hao could knock the opponent down directly, but that would undoubtedly result in a foul, which would not help his own score.

He could only fight with Singer while observing the falling trajectory of the football.

With a soft sound of "boom", Singer unloaded the football with his chest. He quickly shifted his center of gravity down, slightly bent his knees, and at the same time pushed his butt back vigorously - this was to drive away the defensive players behind him, so as to gain a turn Space.

He knew how badly he pouted. That Chinese boy was thin and weak, and he would never be able to hold back such a powerful ass!

His heart is full of pride:

"Coach, you see, my big ass alone is worth 50 euros!"

Before Singer's heartfelt could be conveyed to Ma Dan on the sidelines, there was a sudden chill between his legs!
His gaze sank involuntarily, and he saw a calf poking out from under his crotch!

That foot...kicked the falling ball before him!
Chen Hao was in an almost impossible position... and shot directly!
"Oh!"

Zhang Yuning opened his mouth wide.

Singer was dumbfounded!

Madan was dumbfounded!

The goalkeeper only had time to raise his hands, and then let the black and white ball draw a huge arc from the air, roaring into the net!

That position, that angle!
This ball...how could it be scored? !
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