Football: The National Football Team Mistaken Me, And I Went To Barcelona To Become The King Of The

It's not past nine.

Gustavo Schelotto was awakened by a knock on the door.

As the head coach of the Argentine giants Boca Juniors.

He finally survived a difficult season and ushered in the offseason!

Falling asleep and dreaming sweet dreams!

"Damn it! It's only nine o'clock! Which ignorant fellow?"

Xieluoto walked to the door blindfolded.

"Mr. Xieluoto! We missed our Batty! Batistuta! We missed it!"

Listen to the howling outside the door.

Sielotto regained consciousness a little.

This voice is his assistant coach Mondelia.

but

Batistuta?

Missed Batty?

What the hell?

Batty of course he knows.

In other words, there is no Argentine who does not know Batty...

That is the star of the Argentine national team!

It is also the famous name of their Boca Juniors!

The man known as the God of War!

The former super center!

Xieluoto opened the door with a puzzled expression and let the assistant coach in.

"Mr. Schelotto, look at this!"

Mondella hands Schelotto a stack of papers.

"Scouting report? From La Masia?"

Xieluoto was a little puzzled.

As the most prestigious youth training camp in the world.

In one year, he received no less than a hundred scouting reports from La Masia!

After all, it is a place where geniuses abound.

Not surprisingly!

But through the astonishment of the assistant coach, Xieluoto felt that this scouting report seemed not that simple!

After half an hour.

Xieluoto realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Damn it, he was born in our Boca Juniors youth training camp?!"

"Who let him go?"

Faced with the head coach's questioning, Mondella racked his brains for a long time.

"It seems...Thord? He seemed to be in charge of the youth training at the time!"

"And you know, La Masia's call, the young general couldn't have refused!"

After the words fell, Xieluoto just wanted to explode, but he was a little discouraged.

yes.

Compared with La Masia, their Boca Juniors youth training camp is really not enough!

Even the River Plate Youth Academy next door, known as the king of youth training in Argentina, can't compete with it!

Schelotto looked back at what had been reported in the scouting report.

"Ye Lingfeng...."

"His statistics, body model, performance and habits on the field are indeed too similar to the young Batty!"

"A rising super center! This is actually someone we let go!!"

"The most important thing is that he is only seventeen years old! The future is boundless!"

Shelotto groaned.

What can't be seen in a game?

No, enough is enough!

The coaches of these top clubs have vicious eyes!

"What should I do, Mr. Xieluoto? Shall I arrange for a scout to contact him privately?"

"As far as I know, he doesn't have an agent yet! This is our chance!"

Mondella suggested, "Although he has dual citizenship, his first nationality is Argentina! We have certain advantages!"

"Hehe, grab someone from La Masia? Behind them is Barcelona!"

Xieluoto laughed at himself, "But you reminded me... This little guy is an Argentine nationality holder!"

"Even if you can't get him to Boca Juniors, try your best to get him to the Argentine national team! Talent can't just flow out!"

"No! It's still too early for the national team, the national youth team may be more suitable for him! I'll contact Aimar now!"

Pablo Aimar, Messi's idol!

Argentine celebrity!

At the same time, he is also the head coach of the Argentine National Youth Team!

"Damn it, I'll screw Thord's head off later!"

"If Ye Future's achievements far exceed our expectations, then Thord, who let him go at the beginning, is the culprit!!"

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British peninsula.

London, Shinrow Airport.

"Mr. Wenger, have a good trip!"

Arsenal assistant coach Steve waved his hand and watched Wenger board the plane.

This is a flight to Spain.

The destination is Barcelona, ​​Spain!

"Mr. Wenger is so upbeat, he didn't take a good rest during the offseason, and went to Spain to watch the game..."

Next to Steve, fellow Arsenal player Podolski laughed.

As Arsenal's new No. 9 jersey holder.

Lukas Podolski is Arsenal's main striker!

He is also the main frontcourt player of the German national team!

"Originally just to meet an old friend and watch a derby by the way... now there is another purpose!"

Steve smiled, "This morning, Mr. Wenger received a scouting report from Barcelona's La Masia youth training camp!"

"A talented center forward! Only seventeen years old!"

Podolski was very sensitive to the word center, and couldn't help frowning: "Genius center?"

"Mr. Wenger wants to expand Arsenal's bench? When Giroud and I are both there, there is also Bendtner!"

"There is no center position at all!"

Steve shrugged: "Who knows, maybe the old man is just a whim."

Then he patted Podolski on the shoulder and joked: "Hahaha, Lucas, you don't have to feel a sense of crisis! You are Arsenal's No. 9! Even Giroud can't take this number away!"

"That's natural."

Podolski raised the corners of his mouth triumphantly, and the slight sense of crisis in his heart disappeared.

Steve sighed softly.

"The new season is coming soon! We must hurry up and adjust our status! Next season's Premier League welcomes De Bruyne and Schurrle, and it will become even more turbulent!"

"Arsenal's challenge is tough!"

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Madrid, Spain.

as the capital of Spain.

In this city with two super football clubs, the football atmosphere is everywhere!

The La Liga giants at this time, Real Madrid's administrative building!

Ancelotti, who just took over the coach of Real Madrid from the "madman" Mourinho, is sitting at his desk!

Stare at the scouting report in your hand!

his side.

Standing a bald figure!

Former French football leader, Real Madrid legend!

Now the head coach of Real Madrid's second team Castilla!

Zinedine Zidane!

"Seriously? Scouting report from La Masia... What are you kidding??"

Ancelotti looked at it for a long time, and his beard was crooked in anger.

"Even if we want to create another Figo, it's not worthwhile to pick up garbage in a garbage dump like La Masia!"

"Look at the quality of La Masia's output over the years! It is far inferior to our La Buffalica youth academy!"

"Do you think La Masia is in the era of Messi Harvey? La Masia has been a myth for too long! These people should wake up!"

Ancelotti put aside the scouting report angrily.

"The first team has Benzema and Higuain, there is indeed no shortage of people in the center position..."

Zidane hesitated to speak, "But..."

Ancelotti raised his eyebrows: "You want to say that your Castilla lacks a center forward? Isn't there Morata!"

Hearing this, Zidane smiled wryly.

"Morata is still growing up. He has more serious problems as a center forward. This guy is a double-footed..."

After the words fell, Ancelotti's face suddenly became strange.

Double inverse foot?

That's really an anecdote!

"I checked the information of this player named Ye Lingfeng!"

"He will play for Barcelona B against our Castilla team this weekend!"

A gleam of hope flashed in Zidane's eyes, "I hope you will be there at that time to observe his performance!"

Ancelotti frowned: "You seem to be very persistent! Is he really that good? Don't forget that he is from La Masia! You know what the media will say about us!"

Zidane hesitated and nodded: "Castilla lacks a main scorer!"

Seeing this, Ancelotti let out a long sigh.

"I'll be there on the weekend! But don't get your hopes up!"

"It's crazy! In the national derby in the second division, we actually went to poach people? The media will definitely laugh at us if they find out!"

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