Goodbye national football!I have the opening goal card!

Chapter 18【017】Xu Tie, where are you?
"The next game should be two away games against Frankfurt and Hoffenheim. Remember to call me then, and I will go and take a look to see if this boy from Xia Country is as powerful as everyone says... …”

The team manager's words interrupted head coach Matarazzo's meditation.

The latter was stunned for a moment, feeling rather reluctant.

"Are you sure Sarkozy? You have to ride the bus with the team for this game. It's very tiring."

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can dig out a seed player, so what if I travel with you for a month? Remember to call me. I'm looking at the schedule. There is an away game on Saturday, right?"

Manager Sarkozy continued to ask.

"Okay! Since you insist so much, then you should also experience how we usually travel and travel!" Coach Matarazzo agreed half-jokingly.

On the green field, Xu Tie worked tirelessly with teammate James to pass the ball and shoot.

During this period of time, he was almost on a three-point line, running back and forth between the player dormitories, the cafeteria, and the green field.

Either doing some basic training, or running in various formations with teammates.

For the first time, he felt that his body had such potential.

It's not that I didn't work as hard as I did before, but that I can see hope in my current efforts.

Every drop of sweat has truly fallen on the road of growth.

As his competition experience gradually enriched, his heart gradually became more at ease.

Although it is said that super long shots rely on completing system tasks, the feeling after each ball is scored is real.

Every day at dusk, after others have finished training, he would stand about thirty yards away from the goal and start reviewing those big-footed volleys.

Although his own ejaculation couldn't compare with the golden finger given to him by the system.

However, slowly accumulating the feeling of shooting one shot at a time, this sense of progress in mastering large-angle volleys enriches his heart every moment.

During lunch the next day, the players were discussing their next opponent.

That is the Frankfurt Youth Team, the winning generals in the Western League.

Frankfurt currently ranks second in the league standings, while Stuttgart has just been promoted to fourth position.

The Frankfurt club is not someone who takes things for granted. Every player they have encountered before can be beaten by Frankfurt.

Throughout Germany, this club is also well-known, almost rivaling Bayern Munich.

"It turns out it's with Frankfurt..." Xu Tie murmured to himself while eating.

He remembered that senior Yang Chen once played for this club, and among the star team in the club at that time, they were all top-notch players who performed quite well.

At that time, many Xia people were proud of him.

It is such a powerful club that is their opponent on the weekend.

This couldn't help but make Xu Tie feel a lot of pressure.

Not only him, every player is discussing this matter.

They have won three games in a row now, and when many people speculated whether they would win four games in a row, they felt a little restless because they met Frankfurt.

No one can laugh because their three-game winning streak was ended.

The gap between second and fourth in the Western Conference is a huge difference.

Disparities in all aspects of the club will appear, both visible and invisible.

Although the rankings are quite close, in fact, the higher you go up, the bigger the gap becomes.

Early on Friday morning, the Stuttgart team got on their bus. The players were surprised to find that Sarkozy, the owner of their team, was also sitting in the bus, and they couldn't help but cheer.

Even Xu Tie was a little surprised.

This team manager is generally invisible. He has been in the club for almost a year and has barely been seen three times.

Xu Tiexin had a vague guess that the team manager called him to the office yesterday, obviously interested in his performance in these games.

Could it be that he went out with the team this time because of his performance?Xu Tie is not sure.

With the players singing and laughing along the way, the bus quickly arrived at the club in Frankfurt.

Frankfurt's players are confident about this game, and the attendance rate in their club's auditorium is often much higher than other clubs outside of the third-ranked Western League.

Before the game started, the seats were filled with about four to five hundred loyal club spectators.

As soon as the whistle blew, Frankfurt's players took the lead in getting the ball and launched an attack.

Stuttgart head coach Matarazzo and team manager Sarkozy sat on the sidelines, staring intently at the two club players running back and forth on the field.

The two found that players from the opposing club were significantly more expandable than their own players.

But after training in these games, Stuttgart's players are not soft persimmons.

Moreover, because the team manager Sarkozy was watching the game from the sidelines, the players became super mobile and ran back and forth on the court non-stop to create more opportunities for their main players. location and opportunity.

Because every player knows that team manager Sarkozy is an industry veteran with a ruthless vision.

As long as he performs well in front of him, his club is very likely to mention himself to the star team-at least it will greatly shorten the process of this goal.

For example, forward Thomas, center Saltz and others understand this truth.

Regardless of whether it is ancient or modern, at home or abroad, showing a lot of performance in front of leaders is an eternal truth that everyone knows.

If you have steel, you must use it on the blade. Don't work hard in the dark, where no one can see, and move yourself.

In the first half, the two sides were locked in each other. Stuttgart's team manager Sarkozy looked worried and turned around to ask the head coach Matarazzo why he didn't let that Asian boy play.

Matarazzo had expected that he would ask this. He smiled mysteriously and said, "When that kid is not yet in the game, the time when he creates miracles is usually in the second half."

"Are you sure? What would happen if he got on earlier?" Manager Sarkozy asked Matarazzo.

The latter shrugged: "Maybe he doesn't have that much pressure, and he is just a mediocre person on the court in the morning."

"Okay, you are the head coach, I listen to you!" Sarkozy replied helplessly, curling his lips.

There was a 10-minute intermission and the second half began quickly.

Facing the highly motivated Stuttgart, Frankfurt quickly changed its camp.

At the beginning of the second half, Stuttgart's morale was directly hit.

The gap between the two teams was clearly revealed.

The Frankfurt players cooperated in twos and threes and began to play a lightning pass, quickly passing the Stuttgart players.

Both in terms of speed and coordination, they are well-trained combination balls.

In the 209th minute of the second half, Frankfurt scored directly, and the score on the field became [-]-[-].

Frankfurt took the lead to break the deadlock.

"Hey, why don't you let that Asian kid play?" Stuttgart team manager Sakchi couldn't sit still.

"Wait a minute, now is not the time!" Head coach Matarazzo was still leisurely and not anxious because his team was one point behind.

"When has it been? The morale of our players is low. Old guy Matarazzo, what are you doing?"

"Okay, you can rest assured. If you are not at ease, you can help coach this team! The Asian kid's performance moment is in the last ten minutes of the game. Don't I know him better than you?"

For the first time, the two of them felt a little red-necked.

In the end, it was team manager Sarkozy who backed down.

When he heard the head coach say this, he thought of those rumors, and he was even more looking forward to facing this Asian kid.

What type of player is it that makes so many people regard him as a legend of the youth team?

(End of this chapter)