Football nukes: a pound buys a club

The scene where Zhang Chong walked over to talk to Chen Ming was noticed by other young players during the trial training. They all stopped and looked into that corner.

Overson said loudly: "What are you looking at, continue!"

One of the burly Caucasian guys sneered: "Mr. Overson, if I'm not mistaken, that Asian is the owner of the Bury Club, right?"

Overson nodded: "What's wrong?"

The white guy had a disdainful expression on his face: "After he came here, he didn't observe our performance at all, but went directly to chat with that yellow-skinned kid. Why? Is it just because of his skin color? Is it because of your team? If you have a yellow-skinned boss, the selection criteria only depends on the skin?"

Overson's face turned cold: "Terry! Watch your words!"

But Terry directly raised the volume: "That yellow-skinned kid can't keep up with the rhythm of training at all, why should you treat him differently?"

Overson was about to answer, but heard a voice next to him: "Do you think you are better than him?"

But it was Zhang Chong who came over, with Chen Ming standing beside him.

When Terry saw Zhang Chong, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but he still bit the bullet and said: "Yes! I was there when he tried out at Wigan Athletic a few days ago, and he behaved like a piece of shit! I really don't understand why you still look at him differently!"

Zhang Chong sneered: "So you also participated in Wigan Athletic's trial training? Why didn't you stay? Did you act like a piece of shit?"

Terry blushed suddenly and couldn't say a word.

Zhang Chong looked down at the information: "Your name is Terry, right? The position is a central defender?"

Trion raised his head: "Yes."

Zhang Chong sneered: "Come on, don't you think he can't do it? One-on-one with him, three chances, as long as he can successfully pass you twice and score, you will lose."

Terry looked at Chen Ming who didn't know what happened, and sneered, "Okay!"

Zhang Chong said again: "I'm very fair. If either of you loses, the one of you will automatically withdraw from this trial training."

Terry was taken aback, he has already been rejected by many clubs, if this time...

Zhang Chong smiled, "Why? Don't you dare?"

Terry retorted loudly: "Who says I dare not!"

Zhang Chong nodded, turned his head and told Chen Ming what happened just now.

Chen Ming nodded immediately: "Boss, don't worry! I will prove myself!"

Zhang Chong used two poles to set up a wicket: "This is your goal."

The two stood face to face, and the game officially began.

The rules are simple, Chen Ming attacks and Terry defends.As long as Chen Ming passed Terry and sent the ball into the goal behind him, it would be considered a game for him, and if the ball was destroyed, it would be considered a victory for Terry.

The young players who also came to try out were scattered around, their eyes full of excitement.

After all, most of the trials are confrontations in groups, and there are very few such one-on-one ones.

Of course, many of them had the same thoughts as Terry, thinking that Chen Ming was just an embroidered pillow who won the favor of the boss only by virtue of his skin color.

These people must be eager to make a fool of themselves.

The two stood facing each other. Chen Ming, who was about 1.8 meters tall, was obviously one size smaller than Terry on the opposite side.

From the perspective of body size alone, Chen Min was obviously at a disadvantage.

The anxiety in Terry's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a trace of contempt.

Chen Ming had no expression on his face, but he had already planned in his heart how to defeat him.

Game start.

Chen Ming controlled the ball. He first made a feint to the left, then connected to a change of direction to the right, and then accelerated, ready to directly break through Terry's defense with speed.

But the contempt in Terry's eyes was even stronger. He immediately turned around and blocked the line at the same time, preparing to use his physical advantage to resist Chen Ming, which is commonly known as the ball passing by!

However, Chen Ming turned around 360 degrees and bypassed Terry like a loach!

Terry's center of gravity could no longer be retracted, so he could only try his best to chase in the direction of the ball!

But how could his speed be faster than Chen Ming, Chen Ming touched the ball first, and then easily pushed the ball into the goal!

One to zero!

From the eyes of everyone, Chen Ming seemed to have settled the attack with a simple pass!

Terry blushed. He didn't expect this yellow man whom he looked down upon to break through his defense so easily, which made him very annoyed.

He looked at Chen Ming angrily: "Come again!"

Chen Ming just smiled, slowly dribbled the ball, suddenly swayed to the left, and then flicked the ball to the left!

Terry subconsciously shifted his center of gravity to the right, but Chen Ming quickly moved the ball between his feet, and then successfully broke through from the other side!

Fried meatballs!

This is the iconic move of midfielder Iniesta, simple but extremely practical!

Terry staggered and could only watch in despair as Chen Ming scored another goal!

Two to zero!

Chen Ming easily won the one-on-one match!

Terry slumped on the ground. He didn't expect that this young man from the football desert who couldn't speak English would completely defeat him just like that!

The young players onlookers had different expressions, some were shocked, some were disappointed, some were admiring.

Zhang Chong took all the changes in their expressions into his eyes one by one, and he already had some calculations in his heart.

Those who looked disappointed must have the same idea as Terry in their hearts.

These people can only say hehe.

Among them, he noticed two people.

A stocky black man and a tall, thin white man.

The black man's face was filled with admiration, while the white man was lost in thought and gestured subconsciously.

He asked Oferson calmly, "Who are those two people?"

Overson replied: "The black man's name is Ball, he is a left midfielder; the white man's name is John Fox, he is a central defender."

Zhang Chong nodded, remembering their names in his mind.

The black man has a simple mind at first glance, and he has good physical fitness and strong plasticity; while the white guard is very obsessed with the game and good at thinking.

Both of them have certain qualities that are worth cultivating.

At this time, Chen Ming walked up to Terry: "You have no right to belittle any player, you arrogant British guy."

His Chinese made Terry confused, but Chen Ming ignored him and left him with a handsome back.

At this time, Zhang Chong said to Overson: "Let that Terry go, he lost."

Overson hesitated: "Boss, this Terry has the potential to play as a backup central defender..."

Zhang Chong glanced at him: "No matter what level he is, I won't use him. Staying here is a waste of air and food. Besides, I'm willing to admit defeat."

Overson nodded: "Listen to you."

So he walked up to Terry: "Pack up your things, your trial training is over."

Terry opened his mouth, but didn't say a word in the end.