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Generally speaking, professional players will not play football with amateurs, because the difference between professional and non-professional levels is too great.

A professional goalkeeper on the field is the goalkeeper alive, the defender turns into a peerless striker, the beast waist turns into a dribbling magician, and the striker said that if you want to wear the crotch three times in a row, you will never break your promise. Make those who see it cry.

But Langdon didn't want to take advantage of this proposal, because he proposed a 5v5 small field.

Different from the 11-a-side game, 5-a-side football is also called indoor football. The field is much smaller. The average touch of each player is 11 times that of the 4-a-side system, so the offensive and defensive rhythm is faster and more goals are scored.But the confrontation is far less strong than the 11-a-side system, and the physical requirements are not as high, so it is very enjoyable to watch.

The top players in 5-a-side football are rarely able to play 11-a-side games, but the players who play 11-a-side play small games are easy to catch.

Langdon was attracted by the children's applause. When he came over, he saw Randall showing off his tricks. Not only were his feet extremely flexible, but he was also controlling the ball as he wished, as if he was equipped with a magnet. rise.

This made Langdon happy to see Liexin, so he decided to make an appointment.

Randall hesitated because he recognized Landon after studying at USC for 8 years.

Landon is not only the thigh of the Los Angeles Galaxy, but also the thigh of the US national team.This native American was spotted by the Bundesliga powerhouse Bayer Leverkusen in 1999 and joined the "pharmaceutical factory". He was selected for the national team in 2000, represented the United States in the World Cup in 2002, and together with his teammates created the best result of the United States in the World Cup - the top 8!

Randall's hesitation made Langdon shrug, "Well, your skills are good, and the children will like you."

Seeing that Langdon was about to leave, the children immediately called out his name, and another child ran over. At this moment, Randall suddenly said, "No—the big field, how about we play half-time?"

After plucking up the courage to say this, Randall anxiously waited for Langdon's answer——

If he had the chance to play a game with Landon, why small?

Why not 11-a-side, why not fight for more for yourself?

Langdon froze for a moment. He looked at the tall, slender boy and saw a hint of pleading in his dark eyes.

It made Langdon realize what he wanted.

He wants a chance.

"OK." Langdon readily agreed, but changed from a small field to a large field, why not?

Bass also saw what Randall was trying to do.

He has seen Randall's resume, and in a few months, this young man will be 26 years old. Even if he can be spotted by the head coach of the first team, how many years can he have in his career?

Bass thought so, but he still sent for Steve Sampson-he was the first-team manager.

Landon also sent people to call other teammates over, and the kids were all excited to hear that they were going to watch the first-team game.

Langdon was surrounded by little ghosts, and when he gave them high fives, he saw Randall.

"Thank you for letting me have such an opportunity, I am very grateful." Randall said sincerely.

Langdon smiled, "Then kick it well. Also, your wife is skinny."

Bass also nodded, and then asked Randall's shoe size. After a while, someone brought a pair of sneakers.

After thanking Bass, Randall changed the sneakers. The feeling of the spikes on his feet was a bit strange. He gently picked up the ball, took the time to get in the shoes, and had an in-depth exchange with his long-lost "lover". .

It must be useful to sharpen your guns before the battle, right?

Langdon also started to warm up, but his eyes kept looking towards Randall.

After putting on the sneakers, Randall bounced the ball again to find the feeling. After he gradually adapted to the spikes under his feet, he began to dribble the ball around the pole.

Rod circling practice is also the most basic. Langdon found that Randall's movements were a bit strange and a little jerky. This kind of jerky was not because he didn't know how to do it, but like a machine that lacked lubricating oil, because it hadn't been lubricated for too long. Maintenance and lag.

Soon he found that Randall's dribbling was getting faster and faster, and his sense of rhythm was getting better and better. The ball had a special rhythm under his feet, which was light and brisk.

"It's so strange..." Bass was also amazed!

When Randall first started circling the pole, he felt like a toddler. In just a few minutes, he can be compared with "Soccer Fairy" Ronaldinho?

"It's unbelievable! Where did he come from? Is it because he's too skinny and doesn't play well?" Langdon asked.

"He's an Englishman, with a master's degree in film from USC...he might have been a player before." Bass said "maybe" in his mouth, but he had already confirmed this in his heart.

Randall was practicing shooting when first-team coach Steve Sampson arrived.

On his first shot attempt, unsurprisingly, he went flying.

Because at the moment when he shot the goal, he had the feeling of "kicking the ball" in his heart, and the position and feeling of the foot touching the ball told him that he was wrong!wrong!

His body posture was wrong when he shot, which caused his foot to touch the ball in the wrong position, and his calf did not exert enough force. The lack of force caused the ball to be soft and weak.He also didn't hit the expected part, causing the ball not only not to rotate enough, but also to rotate in the wrong way...

With so many mistakes and so many mistakes, Randall's heart calmed down instead. He was not in a hurry, because what he needed now was time.

He needs a lot of time to practice constantly, and his intuition keeps telling him that as long as you are given enough time, you can also kick Beckham's "full moon scimitar", Albertini's "leaf ball", Zida The "flying fairy outside the sky"...

"You want to play football with this kid? He's too thin, isn't he suitable?" Steve Sampson who rushed over looked at Langdon.

That's what he said, but Sampson didn't stop him, didn't he just give this kid a chance to perform in front of him?Just give it to him, what could be more important than Langdon being happy?

Langdon is the player he relies on the most. To say that Langdon is the team's thigh is not enough for his importance. It should be said that Langdon is his "father" and has repeatedly saved him from fire and water.

"We'll wait a few minutes before continuing," Langdon said, his eyes still on Randall.

Randall was obviously immersed in his own world and didn't see Sampson coming. He continued to place a few balls, and then shot one after another, and then hit the plane directly once, and hit the crossbar once.

After the remaining three balls are kicked, there are already three balls lying in the net, and except for the first of these three balls, which hit the intersection point of the upper left corner post and the crossbar and bounced into the net, the other two are just It hangs straight to the upper left corner of the net like pasting and copying!

How many minutes has it been since he couldn't touch the goal and masturbate to the dead corner?

Langdon looked at Rafael's figure, which was thinner than the model, and felt that he had discovered the truth—either this guy gave up football for the movie, or he was rejected by the British club because of his thin figure and poor confrontation outside.

Sampson looked at Langdon for a few minutes, but he was not satisfied. In his opinion, any young player in the youth team would have better shooting skills than Landauer.

But after Randall personally placed the six balls, he quickly entered the stage of six consecutive shots.

If it's just 6 consecutive hits and no shots, it's commendable. Randall is not 30 meters away from the goal, but he hits the same dead corner 6 consecutive times. Even in practice, he is very coquettish!

Sampson: "..."

This guy has something.

He raised his watch and glanced at the time, and found that the training session this morning had been postponed by 20 minutes, so he immediately picked up the whistle and blew it, which also made Randall, who was picking up the ball in the net, look at him.

"Come here, kid, put on a vest," Sampson called to him.

Randall came over obediently, took the fluorescent green vest from the assistant coach, and just put it on his head before pulling it off, he heard Sampson say, "What position do you play?"

Such a simple question is tantamount to soul torture for Randall——

Me, what position am I playing?

"Frontier?" Randall said hesitantly before Sampson got impatient.

It is obviously impractical for him to play as a defender with his small body, and the only positions left are midfielder and striker.

And his shooting has not been practiced well, playing forward is very guilty, but the dribbling is at the full level, and the position of attacking midfielder has become his only choice.

Sampson nodded, turned around and arranged for groups.

The assistant coach brought Randall to the bench, and Randall was surprised to find that Landon was also wearing a vest, and they were actually a team.

Langdon was obviously protecting him, and said in a rather bossy manner: "Later, you pay attention to my gestures and shouting, as long as you can pass the ball to my feet."

Since there are ready-made thighs, if you don't report it now, when will you wait?

Randall immediately sent a smile and thanks.

Langdon, who was grateful for helping others, also nodded in satisfaction.

Since the boss wants to follow Randall, there is no reason for other teammates to fight against him.

Because Randall is here for trial training, this is also a practice match, and there is no such thing as guessing sides, and the ball is directly given to the main team.

After Landon kicked off, he passed the ball back to Randall's feet, and then went forward.

Randall's reaction after receiving the ball was a bit slow, and the defensive player was already in sight.Randall was taken aback, subconsciously flicked and dunked the ball, and broke through from the player's left side.

Breakthrough... He completed a breakthrough like this?

Randall was full of surprise, but he didn't have time to feel his sudden awesomeness. He was busy observing Landon's running in the frontcourt and the positioning of the defensive players.

Randall hadn't actually watched the Galaxy's games this season, but it might be because of the practice match, or maybe it was because the opposing lineup was full of substitutes, and the defense seemed a little loose. body, and for this reason, Randall saw a gap.

To pass, or not to pass?

Landauer didn't hesitate any longer. When another defensive player approached, he turned in a circle. While the defensive player was dizzy, he sent a 45° pass from the slightly right side of the arc of the penalty area. In front of another striker in the team, Alan Eugene.

Eugene is tall and burly, and Landauer visually judged him to be at least 192 cm. He obviously did not expect the ball to be sent in front of him, but his instinct as a shooter had already made him run. Before the central defender came up to destroy, Eugene Completed a shot!

Instead, the goalkeeper of the substitute team was Cronin, the main goalkeeper of the Galaxy team. Although it was only a practice match, the 22-year-old goalkeeper who was selected for the U.S. U20 quickly took the ball out of the air.

Cronin's moon in the air is extremely chic, but it also destroyed Randall's dream of getting an assist.

Eugene smiled at him with some embarrassment, Randall also smiled, and then looked at his "thigh", Langdon smiled and said "good pass" and quickly returned to defense.

Since the "thigh" is broad-minded, Randall has devoted himself to defense. Although his defensive ability is estimated to be only at the level of "eye defense", he has to seize every opportunity to perform. Regardless of ability, attitude is very important!

"Pretty good footwork," Sampson told Bass.

At first he didn't understand that Bass asked him to come here, but now he understands that this guy is a pity.

"A student from USC, he may not have played football for a long time, but his skills and awareness are both good, and his speed is not bad at first glance, but he may be a bit weak in confrontation," Bass said.

Sampson heard him talking about Randall's situation, but his face was full of doubts——

Haven't played football for a long time?Does it look like this?

Because at that moment, Randall and his teammates broke the ball, and then turned around and passed it. The ball flew over the heads of the crowd, and directly found Landon who was walking!

Although the over-the-top long pass was slightly bigger, it was at least 30 meters long.And from stealing the ball to turning around and sending a long pass, he didn't even have time to turn around and observe.Coupled with the previous 45° pass, it is enough to see his excellent vision and overall situation.

However, Langdon also failed to seize this opportunity. The substitute team was always extra careful when defending Langdon, and would never give him a chance easily.

The striker didn't score, but he couldn't in good conscience say that the pass was not good. This time Landon turned around and gave Randall a thumbs up without hesitation.

Sampson no longer sat firmly on the Diaoyutai, he immediately asked the substitute team to be vigilant against Randall and restricted him to verify Bass' guess.

Did this kid get the ball out as soon as he was cornered?

But Sampson was quickly surprised. Randall looked thin and thin, but he slipped like a fish without losing his hand. He made people focus on him, but gave him the opportunity to show off his ball protection and dribbling ability. Chance.

Sampson missed Randall's fancy jumps and pole practice, so the surprise at the moment is palpable. Seeing him face a three-man double-team on the edge of the penalty area and move around to find space to pass the ball, Sampson Pusen was stunned!

Are the British so extravagant?

Don't want such a player!

In order not to delay the training, Sampson originally only planned to give Randall 20 minutes, but when he played for half an hour, he found that Randall could not run anymore, so he asked the assistant coach to whistle and stop.

The players breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the sidelines to drink water, but their eyes were fixed on their coach. There was one meaning in their eyes-sign him!Sign him!Sign him! ! !

Langdon winked at him even more wildly, until his eyelids were about to cramp!

Sampson coughed lightly and sent out two assists. Randall, who was watching him nervously, waved and showed a very friendly smile, "Come on, Randall, let's talk about the contract."

At that moment, Randall could hardly restrain his emotions. He ran over immediately, came to the manager's office with Sampson and Bass, found the general manager, and got a contract that almost moved him to tears— —

It was a short-term contract, only 1 year, and the salary was pitifully low, only 3 US dollars, which is the basic salary contract of MLS.

But even so Randall is content!

He thanked everyone, whether it was the manager who gave the minimum guarantee contract, or Bass, Sampson, or Landon.

Everyone could see his excitement. Sampson originally wanted to ask him where he came from the youth training, but now it is not easy to ask him, let him go home and share the good news with his family.

Randall thanked everyone, took off his vest, changed his shoes, and drove home in his little battered Ford with the contract and so much excitement.

"Olier! Olier!" He yelled twice, but when he didn't hear an answer, he knew that Olier must be obsessed with editing with headphones on.

He thought for a while and didn't bother his good friend. Instead, he went back to his room and carefully looked at the contract with the logo of the Los Angeles Galaxy club printed on it.

professional player……

How could he become a professional player?

After gradually accepting this fantastic fact, Randall's vision gradually blurred.

He put the contract on the bedside table, trying to wipe away the tears that fell suddenly.

He was wiping it so hard, but his eyes were out of control like his feet, and he didn't listen to him at all, and tears kept falling down.

What interrupted the tears was a phone call, and the caller was "Mummy".

Randall took a deep breath before connecting, and a "sweetheart" sounded in his ear, which made him smile, and wiped his snot bubbles with a tissue.

"Sweetheart, what's the matter with you? Why don't you talk?"

"It's okay, it's okay Mommy, I just want to tell you a surprise - I found a job!"

"You are clearly crying! You don't have to go to work, I won't let him go this time, I will fly to old Los Angeles tomorrow, and we will go back to England together! You can make movies there and do everything you like! "

"No, Mommy," Randall rubbed his teary eyes again, "I got a dream job!"

Though it was belated, popping up just as he was about to turn 26.

But what does it matter?

He's still a player!

The author has something to say:

The second senior brother's meat is really too expensive, I bought ribs once in 40 days, and gnawed on it!