Football: Starting from the Ronaldo Template

Chapter 3
  The game restarts.

After team B kicked off the ball, they were immediately pressed hard by team A.

McTominay receives the ball.

Although he is tall and powerful, his movement speed is not slow, and he has strong ability to hold the ball and dares to make moves.

The sudden spike caused Gomez to miss the ball, and then decisively passed the ball to the left.

Chu Feng quickly looked back and saw that the defensive player rushed over, swinging his heels skillfully.

Snapped!
  The football slides in beautiful creases and passes sideways.

"Ok?"

"The control of timing and position is very sophisticated."

Mourinho murmured to himself, then locked his gaze on the boy.

Chu Feng half-turned and dribbled the ball in one go.

Every touch of the ball is just right, while watching the position of his teammates with his peripheral vision.

Mitchell's defense is very fast.

He is the main left back of the England National Youth Team. He is not only extremely physically fit, but also good at stealing.

If nothing else happens, he will be promoted to Manchester United's first team next year.

As the distance between the two gets closer and closer.

Everyone in the audience turned their attention to him.
  Chu Feng no longer hesitated, and made a move to break through from the outside.

Mitchell decisively stretched out his foot to steal.

But at this time.

Chu Feng raised his right foot, quickly cut the ball, and accelerated along the inside line.

Team A center back Tuanzebe rushed out to help defend.

But it's too late.
  Chu Feng adjusted his posture slightly.

Draw your bow and draw an arrow!

boom!
  With the sound of explosion.

Football is like a cannonball.

Manchester United youth team goalkeeper Geelong jumped into the air and stretched his body to the extreme.

But the flight angle of the football was too tricky, and it grazed his fingertips and hit the goal.

The training ground suddenly became quiet.

Anyone can see how outstanding Chu Feng's performance just now was, even far exceeding the level of the youth team.

"Chu, you are so handsome!"

"When did you practice this move? Why haven't I seen it before? You don't have secrets from your good friends, do you?"

McTominay chattered excitedly.

"The main thing is that you pass it well."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

When he touched the ball just now, he had a different feeling than before.

Is it the effect of increasing the upper limit of talent?
  "Haha, it has nothing to do with me. That idiot Mitchell has been teased completely. It's such a relief!"

McTominay scratched his hair and said loudly.

not far away.

When Mitchell heard this, his face instantly turned gloomy.

He originally liked to lead his teammates to bully the thin McTominay, and later got into a fight with Chu Feng because of this.

Who knew that boy Chu Feng was so desperate to catch him and beat him alone?
  In the end, both were unable to practice for a week.

After Sir Alex Ferguson understood the whole story, he severely criticized them and warned them to solve any problems on the field in the future.

But in the past, when the two faced off, each had its own victory or defeat, and no one could say that they could control the other.
  What happened just now?
  Because Chu Feng's movements made it difficult for him to predict his thoughts, he was passed by in a panic.

The more Mitchell thought about it, the angrier he became. He spat hard and prepared to regain his position.

The game continues to start.

Under McTominay's organization, Team B gradually shifted its offensive focus to the left wing.

Thirty meters area.

Chu Feng received a pass from his teammate.

Milche still didn't believe in the evil and pounced on him ferociously.

He leaves little time for the other party to react.
  You can definitely steal the ball!

Chu Feng remained calm and pushed his right foot forward gently.

Snapped!
  The football was like a flexible fish, crawling out from under Mitchell's crotch.

Simple and neat! Chic and freehand!

Milche's expression suddenly changed, his mind stopped subconsciously, but his body kept directing.

Eventually he fell down funny.
  Chu Feng continued to run wildly with the ball.

Same script.
  Tuanzebe reacted quickly, quickly closing in on the defense and blocking most of the shooting space.

But Chu Feng chose to hit the middle.

The football rolled quickly against the turf.

McTominay followed up by pushing forward and pushing the defender away.

Shooting furiously!

boom!
  The football went straight to the upper right corner.

The door guarded by Geelong was breached again. He got up and angrily scolded his teammates.

Milcher looked confused.

The first time was luck, but the second time is still luck?
  Courtside.

"Focus on Xiachu. Will there be a Premier League B the day after tomorrow?"

Mourinho turned to look sideways and asked.

"Well, I'll make arrangements."

"Boss, are you very interested in that boy?"

Assistant coach Faria nodded.

He and Mourinho met in Barcelona in 2001 and have been friends for 16 years. They can be said to be the people who understand each other best.

"Nonsense, you're not interested?"

"Now the team is lacking players who are good at breakthroughs, and if you take a closer look, is Chu's technical style very familiar?"

Mourinho said angrily.

"Boss, do you know which player I liked most when I was the fitness coach at Barcelona in 96?"

Faria chuckled.

"Ronaldo. At that time, you loved and hated him. You even made a special training plan, but they didn't appreciate it."

Mourinho recalled the past, and the coldness on his face gradually dissipated.

"Ahem. I feel like this guy looks a lot like Ronaldo. Have we found a treasure?"

Faria looked slightly embarrassed.

"It's too early to say that."

"You record his data tomorrow, and I will lead the team to North America to participate in the International Champions Cup."

After speaking, Mourinho turned and left.

Because football is a confrontational sport, what you can see in training is limited, and whether you can perform well in the game is still unknown.

The morning training ended quickly.

"Chu, are you hiding something from me? Otherwise, how could you cross Mitchell, just like crossing the road in the early morning?"

McTominay's voice was so loud that he wanted the whole world to hear it.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry up and go eat."

Chu Feng hooked his shoulder and pulled him over.

On the green field.

Mitchell looked pale and couldn't help but doubt life.

Has he really changed his mind?

After all, it is not easy for a arrogant person to accept the fact that his enemy is stronger than him.

"Wow, today's wild mushroom chicken skewers are really good. I heard there will be sweet flower stuffed chicken tomorrow!"

McTominay kept stuffing food into his mouth.

He is in the stage of body growth, and according to the nutritionist's arrangements, he needs to consume a lot of energy every day.

"If it tastes good, eat more. You may not be able to eat it in the future."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

"No way, we will definitely be able to enter the first team this season, and then we can eat whatever we want."

McTominay is confident.

Chu Feng remained silent.

If we follow the original trajectory, after Manchester United completely enters the "Ten Hag Era", none of their established players seem to be welcomed.

You may not be allowed to eat on the table one day, and you will have to ask your teammates to help you pack it and take it home.

But after he is reborn, he should have a huge impact on the future.
  (End of this chapter)