Ender's Football

After drinking hot cocoa at the corner of the youth training center, Ander stood on the training ground with Sigerhard in the afternoon of the second day.

The wind and snow in Saxony also seemed to sense their enthusiasm for training, and stopped its ruthless footsteps today. The staff who have been busy clearing snow and maintaining the turf for a few days are relieved. They rarely need to clear the snow again. The geothermal device was activated early in the morning to dry the turf that was still wet yesterday, so that players can start training on the well-maintained turf as soon as possible without being affected by the slippery field.

Ander and Sieghard's training in their respective echelons has also resumed.

Schuylman even cracked a rare smile before practice.

He has always been strict with young echelon players, but today's gentle attitude really surprised these young boys, and they all looked at each other, wondering what happened to the head coach. (In Jeremy's words, it should actually be "What's the matter with the head coach?")

"This is the expression on the coach's face only if he wins the lottery—and it must be the first prize." When the assistant coach led them to warm up, Jeremy vowed to Ander.

This gifted boy from the British Isles has not yet learned German, but thank God there is basic education in Germany, and most boys can still speak a little English, so he can still communicate with his teammates without encountering that kind of language barrier dilemma.

"Uh..." Ender hesitated for a moment, "I think maybe winning the lottery won't be like this..."

Immediately after he finished speaking, Jeremy hooked his shoulders, and the England boy laughed: "You don't understand the charm of money, buddy!"

"I just want to understand the charm of football," Ender said.

The teammates who were warming up next to the two of them also came over and quietly participated in this topic: "Maybe it's the charm of a girl—why can't it be that the head coach is in love? Only the nourishment of love can move this heart like steel." man!"

Ender: "?"

He couldn't understand it, but he was greatly shocked.

Jeremy was very excited. His eyes lit up, and his voice became louder, and Ender could even hear his final sound rippling in the air as a tilde.

"You're right buddy, you're a genius when it comes to detectives~"

Before he finished speaking, Ender immediately looked around vigilantly, and was relieved to find that the assistant coach was guiding the team on the other side.

"Keep your voice down! If we are heard, we will die!" He said in a breathy voice, and made a gesture of wiping his neck along the way.

Jeremy nodded with a grin.

So the topic continued.

Ender asked them both: "...how did you know he was in love?"

"Of course I guessed it," said the teammate. "What can make a person's personality change suddenly? Then there is only love!"

Jeremy strongly agrees with this opinion. Although he is not very old, his mind is already full of romantic love fantasies: "Otherwise, why is he so gentle with us today? You must know that 'tyrants' usually growl and stand The ones on the pitch were either yelling 'Jeremy, go play freestyle football' or 'Ender, I hope you use your brains instead of making me yell at you like an idiot here'."

Ender: "..." You don't have to kill yourself.

The boys teased Schuylman for a few minutes, but then the assistant coach came to their side, and the small group that gathered to gossip about the head coach immediately dispersed and regrouped like fish returning to water. Back to the warm-up peloton.

"Why is Schuylman's attitude so good today" became an unsolved mystery after that, and was quickly left behind by the fickle young boys, but Ender had an unwritten little secret. Guess, he feels that the head coach is probably the same as himself, happy for the heavy snow that stopped and the resumed training.

But their source of happiness is different, Schuylman may be happy that he can finally continue to teach//teach his team, while Ender's happiness also comes from his excitement of being able to train with Sieghard besides this .

They are standing together on the edge of the training field now.

"Today I saw you playing a small training match from a distance," Sieghard said to Ender, "You played well."

Schuylman, who was in a wonderful mood today, arranged a small training match for these U16 boys. Ander and Jeremy were divided into two teams, and they both played the forward positions of their respective teams.In this direct conversation, the two were evenly matched, with Jeremy scoring a superb, genius lob from the top of the penalty area, the ball arcing high above the goalkeeper's nose and into it Although Ander didn't score a goal comparable to it, he also sent the white football from the turf into the goal through a series of wonderful cooperation with his teammates.

"I thought you'd like Jeremy's shot better," Ender said.

Sighard shrugged with a smile: "Of course not, it may be very exciting for you, it is the level of highlight highlights in official games, but this is also the nightmare of most goalkeepers-they will think , how do these damn strikers always find a way to get the ball into the net? To show them a goal that they can't save except by ignorance is probably mental torture for any goalkeeper."

"Including you?" Ender asked in feigned surprise.

"I said 'the vast majority' of course including me." Sieghard laughed, and lowered his eyes in a timely manner, and the golden eyelashes also drooped slightly, and the raised arc of that point was like a small brush , It hit the most itchy place in Ander's heart all at once.

It is also difficult for him to say what kind of state Sieghard is at this time, but he has noticed such a thing——

If Seeger made a request with such an expression, it would be very difficult for him to refuse the other party.

"Then let's start training!" Ender looked away, trying to quickly start the next topic, starting their training trip, "I'm going to kick ten free kicks today!"

"Okay." Sieghard nodded in agreement.

The two entered the training ground of the youth training center together.

Ender said it was ten free kicks, and he was really unambiguous. He borrowed a humanoid barrier for training from the team's equipment manager in advance to serve as a human wall, and a basket of footballs, which was carefully placed on the field as soon as it came up.

His first free kick was heavy, and he kicked the ball into the air heavily with his right foot. The white football took off from the ground with an extremely fast rotation speed, leaping over the human wall in the middle of the field, like a shell Straight for the goal.

When Sieghard jumped high and punched the ball with both hands, his gloved fist made a loud noise at the moment of contact with the football, showing how terrifying the shot was.

But no amount of effort could break through Sieghard's gate.

Ender grinned at Sieghard, and through the yellow barrier, he gave a thumbs up, not stingy with his praise.

The two of them practiced like this for an evening.

And in the next month, Ender and Sieghard repeated such additional training activities, and they made the boring and boring training interesting.

Ender would agree a goal with Sieghard in advance every time, and agreed that if his goal could be achieved, Sieghard would ask for a meal for a day. On the contrary, if Sieghard saved all his shots ( Including that kind of powerful shot at close range), he will fulfill one of Sieghard's wishes.

During this month, Sieghard invited Ander to dinner for four full weeks, and at the end of the month, finally, his "one wish" bet was triggered by Sieghard's excellent save state up.

Sieghard saved all ten of Ender's shots that day, and there was even one time in the middle when Ender dribbled the ball deep. Sieghard took the initiative and succeeded in a 1-on-1 confrontation, snatching the football from Ender's feet. back.

Ender: "..."

Ender: "Sig, I'm going to shut myself up."

He is a striker!And it's a good technique!The ball was actually intercepted by a goalkeeper from under his feet during the attack!

Sieghard: "... just get used to it."

Sieghard: "Have you seen Neuer play football? There are quite a few strikers who have been cut off from his feet."

Sieghard: "I will have many such 'performances' in the future."

This is really the publicity that Sieghard has not seen for a long time.

Although he didn't save Ender's shaky self-confidence, the extra training this time did make Ender feel particularly happy.

It is a joy to watch the progress of a genius.

Ender asked Sieghard: "Sig, now that the bet is done, what do you want me to do?"

Sieghard looked at the young man in front of him who had practiced with him for a month.You must know that Ender is not obliged to accompany him in additional training, and he can also use some time to do other exercises, but Ender still sacrificed his rest time and spent a lot of energy to accompany him on the training ground. , and even thought of many ways to mobilize the enthusiasm of the two.

If they hit it off just a year ago, they are great friends now.

Regarding the bet of "extremely good friends", Sieghard really pretended to think for a while: "Well... I can't think of it for the time being."

"Then I'll pay on credit first!" Ender said with a smile.

His face was still flushed after exercise. Over the past month, the boy's face had faded a little, but it still looked easy to pinch—Sighard couldn't help pinching it.

But while the two of them were squabbling -- Ender was actually busy saving his face from Sieghard -- Scheuerman suddenly showed up at the training ground during off-duty hours. barbed wire outside.

Ender was startled when he saw him when he looked up.

He didn't know when Schuylmann came and how long he had watched him. He and Sieghard had additional training sessions during off-duty hours. The club's coaches all had their own houses in Leipzig, and at most they finished eating at the club. Go home after dinner, and rarely appear in the youth training center at this time.

And this one, Mr. Jonathan Schuylman, not only appeared, but appeared so naturally, as if he had been standing there for a long time.

A bad premonition emerged in Ender's heart.

Sure enough, looking at the laughing Ender and Sieghard, the U16 head coach started to ask from the bottom of his heart: "Is this enough? Ender, I don't remember when you took an extra shooting class? "