Football: A late bloomer, starting with Leicester City

Chapter 276: The numerical card sent by FIFA17, does Mendes want to win back Chen Yufeng? (Ask for monthly ticket)

On September 9, there are still two days left before the sixth round of the Premier League against Manchester United.

On this day, EA, the production company of the FIFA game, sent a special person to bring the new Leicester player total rating value.

This is a routine event that every club has every year. It is not only a small promotion for their cooperation with the game side, but also a very interesting thing.

Of course, the players are curious about how much their own value in the game can reach through their performance in the past season.

In the dressing room of Leicester City's training base, another training day has come to an end.

Many people went to the gym, many people went to the canteen, and a few people stayed here and found the card placed by FIFA in the corner.

"Is that our value?" Mahrez walked forward curiously, opened one side and observed it.

After watching it for a while, Mahrez read out the statistics of the first player, "Vardy, speed 89, shooting 85, passing 72, dribbling 78, defense 43, physical fitness 78 (including strength and other data)."

"The overall evaluation is 82 points, which is not bad. He is worthy of being selected as a forward in the ten-man roster for the Golden Globe Award."

Several people in the locker room turned their attention to Vardy, who proudly spread his hands, as if he should do so.

"Does Vardy's dribbling have 78 points?"

Drinkwater deliberately smiled and retorted: "His breakthrough is not particularly sharp, but his success rate is high and he has no dribbling skills."

"Looking at it this way, my dribbling might get 83."

Vardy was immediately unconvinced and said: "The number of dribbles you have made in a season is not even half as many as mine. What's the point of dribbling if you don't look at the success rate?"

Mahrez ignored the two of them, but looked up Drinkwater's dribbling data from the database and read it out, "Drinkwater's overall rating is 77, and the dribbling aspect is 80 points. .”

"80?" Vardy's voice rose an octave, becoming even more dissatisfied.

After the original selection data came out, he was quite satisfied. An overall rating of over 80 was considered top-notch in today's football world.

But after comparing with Drinkwater, he felt uncomfortable, "If Drinkwater's dribbling is at 80 points, my dribbling is definitely at 88 points."

"FIFA just wanted to give him a high overall rating, but found that his other attributes were not very good, and his shooting was too average, so he had to forcefully improve his dribbling."

What he said is indeed something that this game often does.

In order to balance the game, some fine-tuning changes must be made.

"What the hell?" Drinkwater retorted again, and the two started laughing and quarreling.

Everyone ignored them and continued to focus on Mahrez's face, expecting Mahrez to tell their data.

"Morgan, overall rating is 78."

When Mahrez said this, a few evil smiles appeared on the corners of his mouth, as if something bad must have happened, "What do you think your speed is?"

"75?" Morgan made a guess. His speed was quite satisfactory, enough but not too fast.

"59." Mahrez said a statistic.

"How many?!"

Morgan's mouth opened wide, and his mentality exploded, "59? Isn't that a wheelchair? Am I rolling in a wheelchair against the top forwards in the Premier League every day?!"

"Trash game, never pay attention to it again!"

"This is outrageous! Fuck you!"

"Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter in the locker room, and everyone was amused by Morgan's reaction.

"If Morgan was in a wheelchair, he would have to use a large one."

Chen Yufeng joked sinisterly, "The small one collapses easily, he is too heavy."

The data provided by FIFA is definitely inaccurate, and sometimes there are some balancing factors involved.

But as an adjustment to amuse teammates, it is still necessary to take a look.

Next to Chen Yufeng, Andy Jin laughed so hard that his stomach ached from laughing, and he kept clapping his hands.

Immediately afterwards, he heard a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue, "Andy, your speed rating is 39."

"39?"

The smile on Andy Jin's face stopped suddenly, and he froze on the spot, "Are you sure it's the speed, not my defense?!"

"It's the speed. You seem to be the slowest in our team. Even Schmeichel is taller than you." Mahrez said while suppressing a smile.

"No, my grandma can run much faster than this!"

Andy King walked directly to Mahrez, snatched his data card, put it directly on his knee and broke it, as if he was very dissatisfied.

There was another burst of laughter in the locker room, and Mahrez continued to read. This time he chose to read directly to Chen Yufeng, who everyone was concerned about.

"Yufeng, the data given by FIFA are: speed 92 (marked red), shooting 87, passing 75, dribbling 93 (marked red), defense 57, and physical fitness 83 (including strength coordination)."

When Mahrez talked about the second half, he kept shaking his head, as if he couldn't believe this rating, "The overall rating is 89."

"No...!" Another dissatisfied voice sounded in the locker room. Everyone shook their heads with disdain.

"Not to mention strength and other things, this old guy's physical fitness is very strange. It's good and bad. In terms of physical ability, a score of around 70 is more appropriate." Morgan said with a disdainful smile.

"And how can his speed be at 92? Faster than me?"

Vardy was dissatisfied, "We often accelerate in a straight line in the team, and he is obviously slower than me."

"Including basic shooting, although this guy can score goals, his shooting percentage during training is much lower than ours."

"It seems that FIFA's rating is based on the recent scoring status, otherwise it would be impossible to give such outrageous data."

Mahrez also curled his lips, shook his head and said: "No dog will believe this data, unless my dribbling is 95."

As he said that, he also looked for his attribute cards.

"I don't believe anything called a dog. If you score so many goals, I have no problem with the overall rating being 90." Chen Yufeng retorted at this time. He was still very satisfied with the rating.

This must be normal. If you are not satisfied with such a high offer, then what are you trying to do?

"Pop!" At this moment, a sound of throwing something sounded, like something being thrown heavily to the ground.

Everyone looked in the direction of Mahrez, and saw Mahrez throwing a data plate into the trash can, then angrily turning around and walking outside the locker room.

Everyone immediately looked at each other, and finally Morgan stepped forward, picked up the data card, and then showed a mischievous smile, "Mahrez, the overall rating is 84. The important thing is that his dribbling only has 81 points, and his physical fitness Only 73."

"It's a far cry from what he imagined."

"Hahahahaha..." Everyone in the locker room laughed again. Even those who were a little uncomfortable at first nodded with satisfaction after seeing Mahrez's attributes.

There is no harm without comparison, and there is no satisfaction without comparison.

Look at the numerical difference between Mahrez and Chen Yufeng in dribbling, what else are they dissatisfied with?

"No dog can believe FIFA's data!!" Mahrez's plaintive voice sounded outside the locker room door, making everyone laugh again.

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In the afternoon, Chen Yufeng originally planned to take a rest, relax and prepare for tomorrow's game.

After all, there is only one game left to complete the hat-trick mission.

He must make all preparations and play in the best condition so that the success rate can be higher.

Just because the system's tasks are given does not mean that all of them can be completed.

The previous series of missions were able to be completed, thanks to his persistence in training day after day. His basic attributes improved very quickly, and his status increased very quickly.

Just like that, all tasks are completed by complementing the acquired skills.

The current special mission was much more difficult than those series of missions, so he had to pay more attention to it.

Obtaining another legendary skill, as long as it is useful, and scoring seven or eight more goals this season is not a problem.

But just when he got home, Chen Yufeng received a phone call.

It was an unfamiliar number. He said he wanted to discuss business cooperation with him and wanted to meet him in a coffee shop.

Chen Yufeng thought for a moment and went alone.

During this period, there were indeed many business cooperation opportunities with him. While his father was helping him select them, he was also selecting them himself.

The ones that are relatively close at present may be the endorsements of some luxury brands.

If all goes well, he may be able to reach a cooperation agreement with Louis Vuitton before the year.

This is a cross-border linkage. Louis Vuitton may want to market his story to attach some special value to some products and increase a certain degree of influence and popularity.

There is no doubt about the spending power of European and American football fans.

Many industry elites gather here, and there is also a rich party culture and gatherings and exchanges. For example, before the England team plays in every major competition, the first group to go out is usually the group of England ladies who take a group vacation.

This can be regarded as the soldiers and horses moving forward before food and grass are used.

Without further ado, at four o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Yufeng came to the coffee shop and met the customer who invited him.

This is a middle-aged man who is dressed very delicately, and his movements are full of nobility. It is obvious from a glance that he has been in the upper class society all year round.

From his appearance, Chen Yufeng quickly learned his identity.

The man in front of me is the famous football agent, Jorge Mendes.

This is a football agent worthy of respect. His business spans the world. He not only has top football superstars like Cristiano Ronaldo and Mourinho, but also countless powerful players.

He and Raiola were once considered the two most successful agents in the world.

"Finally see you."

After Mendes saw Chen Yufeng, he quickly stood up and stretched out his right hand, "I am Jorge Mendes."

"Chen Yufeng."

Chen Yufeng stretched out his hand, shook hands with Mendes and then sat down.

He actually had the urge to leave right now, but that would be impolite.

In the past, he and his father had submitted cooperation invitations to three agents: Mendes, Raiola, and Barnett.

At that time, Chen Yufeng was not yet a football superstar, but a slightly famous inspirational representative.

The result is obvious: all three cooperation invitations were rejected.

Although the remarks in the rejection letter did not contain obvious insults or sarcasm, the superiority and sarcasm revealed in the words were still obvious.

That's enough to make people uncomfortable.

Chen Yufeng feels that he is very generous, and he is definitely not a very narrow-minded person.

But if a person bows to the other person just because of the other person's identity and ability, and directly puts aside all the past grudges, that would be a bit too much.

The things he has acquired and possessed over such a long period of time can make Chen Yufeng feel more confident.

He has the confidence and courage to reject others, and he is not afraid of turning against some people.

Sometimes when people live in this world, they are really just fighting for their breath.

Of course, Chen Yufeng has used his own efforts and performance to regain his temper with his father, allowing these famous agents to put down their dignity to apologize and redeem themselves.

But now, maybe it's time for them to feel the loneliness they felt with their father.

(End of this chapter)