Ender's Football

Jeremy is a real talker.

When Ender used an energy drink to relieve the dryness in his mouth a little, Jeremy had already "crackled" a lot of yes and no, and Ender seriously doubted that if he didn't interrupt him, the boy would be able to learn from him. He talked about his grandfather and great-grandfather.

Moreover, even, the logic of his storytelling is very smooth, and his language organization is also very smooth. His oral expression ability can make a novel author who can't hold back a word for ten days cry when he hears it, and makes readers who urge him to update it every day feel the heart. happiness.

But Ender didn't want to listen anymore. He wasn't interested in what Grandpa Jeremy and Great-Grandpa did, whether they liked playing football or not. His mind was still full of the game just now, and he was thinking about how to win the second half.

"Okay, okay, Jeremy," Ender said, "I'm very happy to meet you, but we were against each other in the second half...I think you need to go back to your group, otherwise they may feel... ..."

He paused on purpose when he finished speaking, and didn't finish his sentence.

Jeremy looked back, the boys in their group had really gathered together and started chatting about something, and many of them were still chatting, while secretly casting suspicious glances at him and Ender, as if they didn't understand Why did he come here and talk to a boy from a hostile group.

If another person was here, he would probably run back immediately, but Jeremy didn't care about this.

"Let them think what they like," he said, with a smile. "I don't mind, I don't speak German anyway, and it's just you and me speaking English here, bro, come on."

Ender was noncommittal.

Jeremy continued: "Anyway, I don't think there is anyone particularly difficult to face in this training, and you are the only opponent who is stronger." He shrugged his shoulders, and his tone was a little arrogant, "...and, what else do I need to do?" Performance? If I have to play five players in a row in the second half, I am afraid that I will be beaten in a while."

"Whoa," said Ender quietly. "You're lucky you told me."

The attitude of this British boy is indeed quite crazy, but his performance in the first half was indeed very impressive. It can be said that he was the best performer among all of them, and he has such arrogance.

But Ender wasn't interested in that, and if he'd been a polemic, he'd have translated Jeremy's words into German and told every one of his teammates.

Seeing his calm expression, Jeremy laughed: "My friend, I just told you on purpose, okay, I know you won't fight me--you seem to have a good temper, and don't forget, just now you But when I shot, I knocked him to the ground!"

Ender: "..."

The halftime break ended quickly, and before the second half started, the coaching staff gathered everyone together again and regrouped them.

But this decision made everyone present doubtful.

"Why regroup?" Some boys protested on the spot.

"Yeah! Then how do we calculate the score in the first half?" Some people also expressed their dissatisfaction.

"If I were assigned to the blue group, wouldn't our lead in the first half be gone?"

Ender also frowned. He looked at the coaching staff. The leader was a young man who was holding his notebook and looking down at something. He didn't seem to be listening to their protest seriously.

He didn't understand why the coaching staff did this. Generally speaking, the game should last for 90 minutes. Otherwise, how should the score scored in the first half be calculated?Or is it that the first half of the game is not counted? ——So the second half doesn't count?

In this way, it becomes a close exhibition game, and the boys who adhere to the "playing is to win" philosophy will definitely feel that such a game is meaningless.

After hearing all the protests, the young man with the whistle around his neck raised his hand to signal the boys in front of him to be calm.

With no expression on his face, he looked a little cold and distant, but he said clearly: "I know what you are wondering, boys, yes, what I want to tell you is that the score in the first half did not matter. Meaning, in fact, even if any group wins by a big score in this game, it doesn't make much sense."

As soon as he said this, the chattering boys in the audience instantly fell silent.

The Leipzig staff the boys have come into contact with in the past two days have always been kind, as have the coaches.

——The Leipzig Red Bull is a new army. Its predecessor was a small suburban team that only played in the fifth tier league. The Red Bull Group spent 35 for this little-known small team, bought its ownership, and brought it to where it is now.Naturally, the small teams in the area do not have any youth training centers that meet the Bundesliga regulations, and there is also a lack of coaches. Therefore, the youth training coaches and scouts working now are actually talents dug by Red Bull from all over the place.

Most of them have rich experience and deal with children every day, and few of them have a particularly bad temper.

Of course, the man in front of him seemed to be an exception.

"This is a training match of a selection nature. That is to say, the coaching staff observes everyone's performance on the court. If you do not perform well, even if your group wins, we can only regretfully inform you. You, you didn't pass the trial training." The young man had one hand in his sweatpants pocket, and the other held a pen and notebook, speaking in a very flat voice.Even though the boys he faced were only in their teens, his words were not polite at all, and he didn't seem to be interested in coaxing the children, "I know, you are all club scouts in the country. The 'geniuses' found in training camps around the world - and some are from abroad. Indeed, being spotted by scouts already shows that you have talent. However, we have no shortage of talents here, and I also respect your Fame is not interested, if your talent doesn't show in the next game, it means 0 to me, understand?"

No one answered him.

The boys were all quiet. Everyone looked at this arrogant and indifferent man, looked at each other, and closed their mouths in unison.

"...Understood." Ender heard himself reply in a low voice.

Although the voice was very low, because no one spoke, so when he opened his mouth at this moment, everyone, including the young coach just now, all looked over.

Only then did Ender realize what he had just done, and smiled very embarrassedly.

——This is really a habit he developed when he was in elementary school and junior high school in China. No matter what the teacher said, he would answer and know.

Unexpectedly, he responded reflexively at this moment, which caused a burst of embarrassment.

The young coach didn't expect anyone to answer him. He looked at Ender for a few times before looking away, and then began to read the new group list in the notebook in his hand.

Ender noticed that his name and Jeremy's name were next to each other. They were put into a group, and they were wearing the same orange vest as Jeremy's group just now.

The Serbian boy he had just met, Vanja, was assigned to the second group, wearing the same blue vest as their previous group.

The boys didn't look very happy. Some of them hadn't changed their groupings and began to wonder if the coaching staff thought they hadn't performed well enough just now. Some of them had changed their groups and began to suspect the same problem.

The second half of the game started in this strange atmosphere.

Because of what the young coach said just now, the second half of the game was much more intense than the first half, and the players in the midfield were fully mobilized.However, the goal of each of them is not to help their team win, but to express themselves as much as possible.As a result, the central and backcourt players use more and more bodies, but cooperate less.

Most people think about showing themselves, but showing yourself requires eyes - on the pitch, there is only one time when the spotlight and eyes are on you at the same time, and that is when you have the ball at your feet.

There are 22 people in a game including the goalkeepers on both sides, but only 1 football.Obviously, the ball is not enough. The time for everyone to catch the ball is different, and there are very few opportunities for the ball to play on the toes.

The defenders are a little bit better, at most they play a long pass over the top in the backcourt. Their position determines that they will drive straight in with the ball at most, and run back to the backcourt desperately after losing the ball.But in the midfield, sticking the ball has almost become a common problem for everyone, including Jeremy, who was radiant in the first half and even a little conceited just now-even he started to want to play tricks.

It was a bit awkward for Ender to be in a team with Jeremy. When there is a genius in a team, his aura can easily overshadow the rest of the team.

Ender felt awkward because of this.

In the first half, the midfielders in their group were not strong enough, and Ander frequently retreated, doing a large part of the work that the midfielders should complete.But at this moment, their attacking midfielder was the attacking midfielder of the opposing team in the first half, probably because the attacking midfielder and Jeremy cooperated very happily just now, and in the second half, he kept throwing the ball towards Jeremy. Mi passed the pass from the other side, but didn't even look at Ander. Ander tried to raise his hand to pass the ball twice, but he didn't know that he didn't see it or it was on purpose. Their midfielders didn't bring the ball here at all. Passed the ball directly to Jeremy who had already run into the small penalty area.

Ender followed suit a few times without even kicking the ball, and the occasional Jeremy knocked the ball back when he needed it, and that was most of the work.

He didn't say anything, but he was already getting frustrated.Now, the boys in the frontcourt all have the same rule: lead if you can, pass if you can, and never pass if it is not necessary.

Everyone can't wait to glue their feet to the football so that the coaching staff can see their skills.

After raising his hand for the third time and being ignored by his teammates, Ender made a small jump on the sideline. He was a little anxious, but more because he felt the dull atmosphere of the arena.If he continues to run back and forth with the main force inefficiently, he is destined to end the game with a mediocre second half performance.

Ender turned his head and glanced at the sidelines. The man who had disturbed everything that was normal was standing there, his face still indifferent.