Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 12 Passing the Selection
  Ibrahimovic stepped forward quickly, ready to choke again.

Suddenly remembering something, he stopped angrily, patted Chu Feng on the shoulder, and said regretfully: "I'm still waiting for you to shoot. If you don't score, I'll give you another lesson. I didn't expect you to pass the ball." !”

"Uh, your location is better."

The corners of Chu Feng's mouth kept twitching. I didn't expect that Da Fengxian had such a dark side. It was really eye-opening.

The red team members celebrated a little, and with high morale and spirit, they defended tenaciously in the game with little time left, maintaining the score advantage until the end of the training match.

The white team members, including Rashford, were dissatisfied with Pogba, who had too strong a sense of self-existence.

If he hadn't wasted too many opportunities, even if he lost the game, he wouldn't be so embarrassed.

After today's training match, most of the first-line players got to know the young man with black hair and yellow skin.

no way.

Who made Chu Feng's performance so outstanding? The two goals scored by the white team were closely related to him.

"Your passing ability is very good."

Valencia is not the kind of petty-minded person who will not become angry because he is passed over by his juniors.

On the contrary, after seeing Chu Feng's ability, he hoped to become his teammate.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

Chu Feng blinked and responded with a smile.

to be frank.

He admires Valencia from the bottom of his heart, especially in terms of professionalism.

Not everyone can do it for decades, take every game seriously, work diligently and never complain.

"Haha."

Valencia seemed to be infected by the young man's vitality, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

This stunned the other Manchester United players.

Everyone knows that Valencia is born with a bitter face. He has never smiled since his good friend Nani left.

did not expect.
  After the post-match stretching session, today's trials came to an end.

Just as Chu Feng was about to leave the training ground, he saw Faria waving to him, and he quickly ran over.

"Congratulations in advance, your performance is much better than I expected!"

Faria stretched out his big hand and patted Chu Feng's shoulder hard.

"Thanks-"

Before Chu Feng finished speaking, he suddenly froze on the spot, his heart beating faster uncontrollably.

He heard Faria's hidden meaning.

Did you pass the assessment?
  Even though he had experienced rebirth, he still could not remain calm when facing an important turning point in his life.

"You're welcome, you earned these."

"The club will sign a new contract with you tomorrow. By the way, don't relax in training during this period."

Faria knew that Chu Feng needed a little space to be alone at this time, so after some encouragement, he turned and left.

Chu Feng kept taking deep breaths to calm down the agitation in his heart.

Where is this?

The road ahead is still long.

Manchester United canteen.

"From now on, when the three of us are in the first team, we will be able to use the cafeteria 24 hours a day."

McTominay stuffed a large piece of steak into his mouth and said hesitantly.

"It's so superficial. Is this why you entered the first team?"

Rashford is very disdainful!

After entering the first team, who is most concerned about the cafeteria?

"I heard that tomorrow Mr. Giuliano will test each player's body and prepare a specific nutritional diet."

"You may never have sweet flower stuffed chicken again."

Chu Feng showed an expression of pity and completely killed the competition.

"Ah?" McTominay was stunned and felt that the food in front of him had become tasteless.

After dinner.

Chu Feng walked back to the dormitory slowly, took out his cell phone and looked at the time. He hesitated for a long time before making a call.

Bincheng, China, thousands of miles away.

Beep!
  "Lao Chu, hurry up and pick him up. At this time, only my son will call."

A middle-aged woman in her forties was cutting vegetables on the chopping board and shouted loudly.

"Don't worry, don't worry, the phone won't run away."

The middle-aged man, wearing a baggy vest and pants, slowly walked out of the bathroom.

"You are going to die. You know every day not to rush, not to rush. What if my son has something urgent?"

Yan Lanxia chopped the kitchen knife into the chopping board with a "dong" sound.

Chu Changzheng sensed that the volcano was about to erupt. He didn't even have time to fasten his belt, so he directly connected the phone and pressed the speakerphone button.

Judging from the smoothness of the movements, it probably wasn't the first time.

"mom?"

Listening to the familiar voice coming from the phone, Yan Lanxia changed her face instantly, wiped her hands on her apron again and again, and ran out of the kitchen in a hurry.

Chu Changzheng breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the phone.

"Hey, son, have you been training hard recently? Are you tired? Are you short of money again?"

"Your dad just opened the quarterly bonus. I'll ask him to call you later."

After Chu Feng was reborn, he never called home because of his uneasy mood.

He always felt that he didn't know how to face his parents.
  But after listening to his mother Yan Lanxia's three consecutive questions, he seemed to have turned back into the boy he once was.

"Mom, it's not hard, not tired, and not short of money."

"I'm calling to tell you that I've made it to the first team!"

Chu Feng was like a primary school student who had won a certificate and couldn't wait to show off to his parents.

Silence fell on both ends of the line.

Yan Lanxia looked at Chu Changzheng in disbelief, "Old Chu, am I dreaming? Please pinch me quickly."

Chu Changzheng was also shocked by the news.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, and slapped his right hand hard on his thigh.

Snapped!
  He had been deceived before and had to pay the price of two months' private money, which made him have a profound memory.

"it is true!"

Chu Changzheng's expression became very complicated. He bared his teeth and grinned at other times.

"Oh, I'm your dad"

Yan Lanxia couldn't even finish her excited words.

You must know that it is basically impossible for working-class people to support their children to play football abroad.

Even Manchester United’s youth training policy can waive most of the fees for outstanding players.
  But their family still had no money left.

There are also some gossips made by relatives and colleagues behind the scenes, such as "What's the use of playing football? Can I find a good job in the future?", "Only people with poor academic performance will play football, and Chu Feng's future is ruined.", " After spending so much money every year, do you still have money to marry a wife?”

These are trivial matters, and Yan Lanxia doesn't care. She mainly cares about her son.

At the age of 13, he left his hometown and went to England alone.

Although there is a guardianship agency there, they must have suffered a lot.

If it weren't for Chu Feng's strong will and Chu Changzheng's strong support, she would never have agreed to Chu Feng going abroad.

"Mom, I guess you'll be able to see me on TV soon. Don't forget to cheer for me then."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

"That's for sure, that's for sure. Your dad and I will watch the game live."

"The porridge in the pot is about to overflow. Let your dad talk to you first."

Yan Lanxia heard the "sizzling" sound coming from the kitchen and put the phone into Chu Changzheng's hand.

(End of this chapter)