Ender's Football

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With the whistle of the youth training coach, the game officially started.

Ander's group took the lead in kicking off. Their group's position was about 433. Ander occupied the position on the right side, and on the left side stood the Seville boy Vani who had just extended a hand of friendship to Ander. Ya, this surprised Ander a bit——Vania was tall, and looked a little strong among his peers. He thought the opponent would be a midfielder or a defender, but he didn't expect to stand on the left side.

The kick-off was their striker, a black boy from Frankfurt who had just introduced himself as Theon.Theon and Ender stood close, and they passed a few balls to each other as a small warm-up for the opening, and then Theon began to drive the ball forward, trying to play a quick attack, and broke the opposite goal at the beginning of the game.But unfortunately, while he was running, the ball was destroyed by the opposing defender and went out of the baseline, and Ander couldn't touch the ball in the next 10 minutes.

In the process of running and constantly moving with the football, Ander felt that the strength of the opposite group was obviously higher than theirs. The midfielders on the opposite side had a good ability to organize the game, and they basically passed the ball with their heads up. They are very stable, unlike the midfielders in their group, who always don't look up when they are kicking the ball. Three or four out of ten balls may be missed.When Ender raised his hand to him for the ball, he never gave it.Ender didn't know if it was because the other party didn't look up and couldn't see him, or because he didn't want to pass it on to him.

He ran with the big team for a while, basically doing turn-back movements. After the defense cut off the ball or destroyed the ball path, he sent it to the midfielder, but it was only in the midfielder, and it was difficult for the football to be sent to the midfielder. They frontcourt.

Another dead ball, Ender's mouth was a little dry, he licked his lips, glanced at Vanya from a distance, saw that the other party was also raising his arm to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and began to think about the solution in his heart Method.

The problem now is that their team's midfield is weak. He and Vania and the boy at the center can only run back and forth, doing useless work. To solve this problem, Ender felt that he had to do more. much effort.

He has made up his mind and is going to retreat a bit to help their midfielder share the work of forward delivery, to see if he can receive the ball from the backcourt after retreating, and then use his own The belt shakes away from the opposite side.

However, before Ander moved closer to the midfield position, the first goal had already appeared.

A figure in an orange vest pierced their defense line like a sharp sword. The brown-haired boy quickly dribbled the ball and passed the three of them at an extremely exaggerated speed, causing all the coaches and scouts around, including the field The eyes of all the young players on the ground are focused on him.He passed the last person who rushed forward, facing the only goalkeeper who was still standing in front of him, the blue Puma sneakers lifted and fell in the air, colliding violently with the white football!With a loud "Boom!", it flew towards the goal with a burst of wind, and smashed into the net like a shell, stirring up white waves.

If this was an open match, then Ander had no doubts that this handsome and heavy bombardment would attract extremely enthusiastic cheers and applause from the audience!Because the visual impact of this goal is so explosive!So memorable!

It was the boy Ender had heard Vanya mention before the game that ended his wonderful performance with a heavy shot.

That "genius".

"Alas!"

"awesome!"

The opposite team had already started to celebrate, the boys blew their whistles and hugged each other, looking very harmonious.The genius who scored the goal also smiled and expressed his heart to the coaching staff.

When he turned his face, Ender really saw the boy's face clearly for the first time.

Messy brown hair, a little long, and a little curly, so a green hairband is tied on his forehead, and he looks good, although he is not a handsome guy like Sieghard who can be remembered at a glance, but he has deep eyebrows and eyes , with his own unique shyness and naivety when he smiles, and the little freckles on his cheeks make him look a little childish.All in all, he's a pretty good-looking big boy.

Ender sighed and walked back.

The current atmosphere on their side is starting to be a bit depressed, probably because there have been no good opportunities. The black boy in the center position looks very dissatisfied and has already started to complain.

Vanya ran over and patted Ender on the shoulder.Although they didn't speak because of time constraints, Ender felt his comfort, forced a smile at him, then pointed to the direction of the midfielder, and then pointed to himself, suitable for him to go there next.

Vanya understood his sign language, nodded, and ran back to his seat.

In fact, the tactical literacy of these young boys is still far below the level of the adult team. That is to say, in terms of formation, they cannot always maintain the tight three lines at the beginning, especially since they are still a temporary team. It is completely impossible for a group to form a tacit understanding. They can only fight on their own. It is more reliable to rely on individual ability to force a breakthrough.

That's how the goal from the opposite side came about.

The game continues.

Ander also began to implement the method he had just thought of, frequently retreating to the midfield, trying to make up for the difficulty of passing the ball in the midfield.This move immediately attracted the attention of the coaching staff on the sidelines, and also made their midfielder heave a sigh of relief, and began to be willing to pass the ball to Ander.

When the time came to No. 30 minutes, Ander received a long pass from the midfielder in his own half near the center line. He unloaded the football flying in mid-air with his feet, looked up to observe the positions of his teammates, and found that There were no teammates nearby, and his own path of the ball had been blocked by the defenders. After being unable to pass the ball, Ander quickly made a decision in his heart. He stepped on two bicycles to pass the opponent's player who rushed forward, and then quickly Run the ball upfield.

Speed ​​is actually not Ender's advantage, but he ran very fast this time, almost using all his strength to run forward, and also threw off another defender on the way.

The wind was whistling in Ender's ears, and the shouts of the players on the field had become indistinct. He could no longer hear the sound of the field, only the rustling of the turf under his feet and the whistling wind dominated him. Using all his senses, he looked up towards the goal, where a man in an orange vest stood in front of him, opening his huge hands as if to deny the football access.

At this moment, Ander only had one thought in his heart:

I want to score!

Goal!

He strode forward without any hesitation or hesitation, and he had already arrived in the small penalty area.

He raised his right leg high, the arch of his foot was tense in the air, and he fell——!

No!He hasn't fallen yet!

A body taller than a mountain stood in front of Ander. He was squeezed, lost his balance, and his right foot raised in the air failed to land on the position he wanted!

He was pushed away so easily and in such a timely manner, his right foot only had time to touch the ball at that moment, but the white football did not draw an arc in the air and fly into the net as he expected, Instead, he only rolled forward slightly for more than one meter, and then was easily hugged by the bent goalkeeper and placed in his arms.

Ander fell heavily to the ground!

He felt a sound when his shoulder collided with the ground, and his arm hurt a little from the shock.Although the fragile head was spared, he figured his arms must have been bruised.

Ender rubbed the painful spot and sat up on the turf.

At this time, a shadow fell and enveloped him.

He raised his head, and the player who pushed him down just now had come to him, and he stretched out a hand to him, and asked in English, "Are you okay?"

Orange vest, brown hair, blue Puma sneakers, it is the boy who scored the goal just opposite, and he is also the "genius" in their mouth.

Ender looked at his outstretched hand, feeling a little dazed, for a moment he couldn't remember why the opponent ran to the goal and knocked him down - he is obviously a striker, isn't he?

But the other party saw that Ender didn't move for a long time, misunderstood something, and asked again and again: "What's wrong with you? Does your arm hurt? Are you okay?"

"It's okay," Ender reacted. He put his hand on the opponent's hand, stood up with his strength, and gave a friendly smile. "Thanks, my name is Ender."

"Jeremy." The boy smiled too.

The contact between Ender and Jeremy was very brief, and soon they separated and continued to play on the court.

Witnessing this training match, Ander had to admit that Jeremy is indeed a rare talented player. His offensive desire seems to be as strong as his defensive desire. As long as he is on the field, he is like a powerful magnet that can firmly He firmly attracts the surrounding teammates to him. He is tall and has great impact. At the same time, his skills are also very good. He can break through with the ball and complete shots. Some small skills are so delicate that people can call them wonderful.

But Jeremy is a genius, which doesn't mean Ender will admit defeat.

He began to drop back to catch the ball more frequently, and also began to try to cooperate with the black boy on the front line. The two hit the wall and broke through the opposite defense line. Hu or he took the ball to the bottom line, and then passed it diagonally to the goal to create a shot for his teammates. Chance.

His efforts paid off, and before the whistle 45 minutes into the first half, Ander engineered a very successful defensive counterattack.

He first returned to his own backcourt, got the ball from the central defender, and then passed the ball diagonally to Vania on the left front, then quickly advanced forward, and then responded to Vania. The two completed a two-for-one.

After crossing the middle circle, Ander noticed that the center forward of his team was already waiting in the penalty area. He looked around, and after confirming that it was difficult for him to complete the pass, he noticed that the right back behind him had already inserted at high speed. So he made a fake move, quickly knocked the ball back to the inserted right back, and ran towards the penalty area at the same time, attracting the attention of two defensive players.

The right-back passed the ball close to the baseline and their striker jumped high to score a header!

1: 1!

Ender breathed a sigh of relief.

They finally did not end the half of the game with a trailing score.

"Beep-"

The coach's whistle blew again, and the assistant coaches on the sidelines smiled and waved for the children to come and rest.

Ender, the striker who came to celebrate with him, and Vania all high-fived, and walked to the sidelines without too many greetings.On the way he licked his parched lips again.

He was so thirsty that he wanted a drink of water now—although most of what they drank would be spit out, but it would be good to moisten their lips and throat.

It's just that this beautiful wish was interrupted halfway.

Jeremy, the boy in the orange vest and blue sneakers who was grouped across from them and had just scored one of their goals, approached.

"Hey, brother," he leaned closer to Ender very familiarly, "did you just say your name was Ender? You're not German, are you?—Sorry, no offense meant, but you don't look good Like German. Where are you from? Asia? Japan? Singapore?"

Ender was a little speechless. He looked up at the other party, only to see that the boy's sweat-wet hair had been stuck to the back of his head, and his light-colored eyes were wide open looking at him, like a wet dog.

He was amused by his own thoughts again, and the annoyance caused by the interrupted desire to drink water disappeared instantly.

"I'm Chinese," Ender said. "Dude, nice to meet you, but get out of my way, really, I feel like I'm getting dehydrated."

His words startled Jeremy, who hurried out of the way to let Ender get the water bottle.

However, since Jeremy is a familiar person, it means that he will not be intimidated by Ender's attitude. On the contrary, after getting a response, Jeremy talks more.He followed Ender's ass, watched him go to get his water bottle, and started chattering.

"Chinese! This is very rare!" Jeremy said, "But I used to have a Chinese brother in my class in school! Although he doesn't like playing football very much, he is a nice guy and he is willing to let me copy homework ...It's just that he got better at learning later on, and I couldn't do well by copying his homework. I was exposed in front of the teacher several times, and was called a parent! It's really too miserable! ——Wait, I digressed hahaha , sorry, I just wanted to say, you play pretty good man, I'm from England, I don't know anyone here, my mother is Swedish, my father is British, I can't speak a word of German , I can't even understand what you shouted on the field hahahahahaha..."

Ender: "..."

Jeremy: "Really! When the scout from Leipzig came to me, my parents were surprised and suspected that his scouting certificate was fake! My dad still thought it was until I came to Germany with me. It might be a prank! He might not have thought that such a good-for-nothing son like me would be favored by foreign clubs, hahahahahahaha!"

Ender: "..."

Jeremy: "Hey, brother! What brand of water are you drinking? You said that if we all come to Leipzig, will Red Bull Group pack all the energy drinks we drink before and after the game? ? It's cool to think about it!"

After moistening his throat, Ander found a sink to spit out the water he had just poured into his mouth. While spitting out, he thought to himself: Can I take back what I praised this guy before?