Manchester United legend

Chapter 3
The training in the morning started. Jost and his teammates started jogging around the field. Since they were all young people, they won the last game. The young people were in a good mood and they were all playful and playful. After a while, the players in the team started chatting while running, and some even chased after each other.

This made the youth coach Harrison couldn't stand it anymore, and the training was suspended with a beep. "Looking at you alive and kicking, I think you are still very energetic. Well then, boys, let's start physical training. If you don't get up, I will be your coach for nothing. Now start running fast laps, and I will run 5000 meters in 25 minutes. If you can't finish the old rules, stay and pack your training equipment for me after training. Okay, now the timing starts, run, run, run, run fast."

After listening to coach Harrison's words, the young players started to run like wild horses.

On the seventh lap, the team began to divide into echelons. The first echelon included the pride of the youth team, Ryan Giggs, and David Beckham from London, as well as Nicky, Bart, and the Neville brothers from Manchester.And of course Jost.

Ah, there's a yell behind Jost, "I hate fucking gymnastics." It's Giggs yelling.He is mainly technical, although his physical fitness is good, but after 10 laps, Giggs' face is also ugly.

For Jost it was just 5000 meters, but for Jost's teammates, it was 5000 meters like hell.Because this is not the kind of running circle at a constant speed, everyone can accept 5000 meters at a constant speed. This 5000 meters was run under the command of coach Harrison's whistle.

Harrison kept changing the rhythm and speed, allowing the players to run at different speeds.When Harrison's whistle sounded quickly, everyone had to speed up and sprint as fast as they could. When the whistle disappeared, the players could jog at a constant speed.

After a while, the hurried whistle sounded again, and the players had to cheer up and sprint faster.There were times when Harrison's whistle went on and on and the players sprinted for hundreds of meters.This kind of running caused some players with poor physical fitness to suffer very much.It was as if the legs were no longer his own, and his lungs were no longer his own.

The whistle sounded and ended completely irregularly, as if according to Harrison's mood, he kept blowing it as long as he wanted, as if he couldn't stop, and sometimes he seemed to forget to blow it, which made the players confused.

"Hey! Giggs, you can still yell out words to show that you are not tired yet, so speed up." Quick, run, run.Run hard for me. ’ Harrison yelled.

As the whistle sounded quickly, the team members began to speed up and run again.

Gary Neville complained: "Shut up Giggs, your damn complaint made us speed up again." Giggs shut his mouth obediently.

You can’t stand it for only 5000 meters. You have to know that on the competition field, you have to run an average of 9000 to 10000 meters. Are you complaining about running so little now? Run for me quickly.

Jost was the first to cross the finish line, and then other players crossed the finish line one after another.Some players collapsed on the ground exhausted after running past the finish line, some squatted on the ground panting heavily, and some picked up water bottles on the ground and started drinking.As if this could make his body feel better, only Jost still had the strength to walk around the sidelines slowly to restore his heart rhythm. The teammates had already expressed their habit of Jost's excellent physical fitness, and they were talking on the sidelines: "This guy doesn't look injured at all, and his physical fitness is better than before. He is really a pervert.

Harrison and Kidd, the director of youth training, sat on the side bench and exchanged: "I didn't expect that Jost's physical fitness is still so good," Kidd said.Harrison: "He's just a beast". "You're right." Kidd laughed.

A whistle sounded, and the team assembled. Harrison said, "I am very satisfied with your morning physical training. The morning training is over, and the technical training will start in the afternoon. Scholes and Neville Jr., who did not run into 25 minutes in the morning, left to pack the training equipment and the locker room.

In the morning training, Jost performed very well and relaxed, and he was among the top few in the youth team in terms of speed, endurance, and strength.He is very happy with his performance.Jost thinks there is nothing difficult about football.Maybe I can make a lot of money and change my life now.I heard Coach Ferguson say that Sister Joan's monastery is not doing well economically, maybe I can help him when I earn a lot of money.

After resting for a while in the Carrington lounge of the Manchester United team, Jost and the youth players returned to the training ground in the afternoon.Unexpectedly, this was the beginning of Jost's nightmare.

Youth team coach Harrison came to the training ground on time with a bag of footballs.Alright guys, start training in groups this afternoon, in pairs, Paul Jost, you and Paul Scholes.Beckham and Giggs were in a group, Neville and Butt were in a group, and Harrison called their names and formed teams one by one.

After the team was divided, Harrison started passing and shooting practice. Scholes and Jost began to practice passing each other. The ball passed by Scholes to Jost was very comfortable, but Jost could not stop the ball.

Harrison observed the players' passing drills and found something wrong, "Hey, you two called Paul stop. I watched the passing drills of the two of you. Scholes passed the ball to you very comfortably. Jost You passed him the ball like a piece of shit. What's wrong with you? You can't play with a ball in the head? Seriously.

Harrison's saliva sprayed on Jost's face, and Jost lowered his head and endured the coach's criticism.He felt that the coach was right, his passing was really bad.So Jost didn't refute.

After passing training, shooting training started again. Everyone else’s shooting was pretty good. Only Jost’s shot was either sideways or kicked away. Sometimes the ball was kicked high and far.Before he was injured, Jost was only poor in mental quality, but his technique was still good. Now he is like a different person. Maybe only God can ask him.

The teammates around looked at Jost's high and wide shot, and they were already gloating about his misfortune, and even began to laugh, "Look, I said he's a beast." ""Yes, my 8-year-old cousin can play better than him. "Let him play as a striker and we will lose."

Jost was also very depressed. He usually played wild football in school as an amateur, but now compared with the professional ones, he could immediately see the difference.

What should Jost do?

(End of this chapter)