The Greatest Performer on the Football Field

　　May 12, the day before the final round of the 2006-2007 Premier League season.

　　 "Dididi!" Lawrence whistle to gather, frowning at the young man lined up in front of him, "What about Best? Actually late, I think he wanted to go back to the country to find his mother."

Marvin, the right-back defender with the deepest contradiction between Sun Wu and the team, laughed out loud without scruples. He laughed halfway and suddenly heard someone behind him say, "Mr. Lawrence, Best has arrived here this morning. Mr. Mark transferred him to the first team. ."

　　 "Cough cough cough..." Marvin choked a violent cough, "Damn it! He went to the first team again? Are the coach eyes blind?"

　　 "Marvin!" Lawrence yelled, "Three circles!"

　　 "Sir, you can't do this. Does Best have any relatives besides Patrick in the club?"

　　 "Four circles." Lawrence's face was hard to look at.

　　Looking at Marvin who ran in a black face, Lawrence called Phil Jones to step aside, "Phil, are you sure?"

"Of course, sir, you know, he is the first to go to the training ground every day, and the last one to leave the training ground." Phil Jones was a little envious, knowing that Sun Wu had been unknown in U18 and the reserve team before, but did not I thought of being transferred to the first team twice in two consecutive months. From early 2007 to now, only Sun Wu can be transferred to the first team.

　　 "Damn! Mark is not afraid of ruining a good seedling!"

　　Phil Jones stared dumbfoundedly at the coach who pulled out his cell phone.

　　……

　　Early in the morning, Mark Hughes hadn't had time to walk into the office, and the phone in his pocket shook violently.

　　 "Lawrence, yes, you were not there yesterday. I asked Patrick to go back to inform Best at night... well, well, I'm in the office."

　　 "What's wrong?" another assistant coach David Kleist asked in doubt.

　　 "It seems that Lawrence is very dissatisfied that I transferred Best to return to the first team..." Mark Hughes shrugged.

　　After half an hour, loud refusal could be heard outside the office.

"No no no, Mark, you have to know that he just suffered a setback a month ago. For an 18-year-old kid, it is easy for him to collapse on such an important occasion....The kid can't be in the same age as your player. compared to……"

　　 "The last round of the league against Tottenham, neither side needs to grab points, just train newcomers."

　　 "Mark, do you think I'm a fool?" Lawrence frowned. "It's the last round of the league, but it's not the last game of the season. There is another FA Cup final one week later."

Seeing that Mark Hughes didn’t speak for a while, Lawrence said eloquently: "Although there is only one month, Best's progress is very surprising. His reading ability for the game is far more than other people. He has The talents that haven't been discovered in the previous seventeen years, maybe the impact awakened his talents...but I think if you want to use him, next season is more appropriate."

　　 "But yesterday the reserve team played, Patrick told me..."

　　 "Patrick, hum!" Lawrence twitched his lips. "Everyone knows that Best is his son!"

Mark Hughes turned to look at the players on the training ground who had already started running laps, and the assistant coach Patrick on the sidelines. After a few seconds, he said: "Let me think again... First team follow the training."

Lawrence sighed, got up and went back to the door, and suddenly stopped at the door, "Mark, if you insist, I think it's more appropriate for Best to play right-wing forward. Yesterday's reserve team game, although he came forward with a few assists, but every It has a good effect every time."

　　After Lawrence went out, Kleist, who was standing aside, figured it out, "Mark, this is good news."

　　 "Yeah." Mark Hughes stared at the player list in his hand and weighed it repeatedly. "The right-back is now only Emerson. Reed's injury in the midfield must not be able to catch up..."

"Best can play two positions on the right, which means that there is one more bench space. There are only five people on the bench, and the bench goalkeeper has to be deducted..." Kleist said in a low voice: "In case of a defender or a back A waist injury or a yellow card can allow Emerton to go up and replace Best. He can also replace Bentley and let the latter move up to double forward."

"The plan is such a plan, but it depends on his performance tomorrow." Mark Hughes packed up and went to the training ground, still complaining. "This kid is a disaster star. Since he was transferred to the first team, The frequency of injuries is doubled..."

　　 "Fortunately, there are a lot of generalists in the team, otherwise it is really a headache, but it is said that next year the bench will add two positions, seven people are ready to arrange."

　　 "David, don't go to the Sun, can they believe it?"

　　……

Although he had been away for a month, Sun Wu was still so familiar with the first team players, joking with Bentley, pulling Peterson to make a fuss, and talking about the ancient and mysterious culture of Eastern China in the rest...uh, There is also kung fu, Roberts on the side was stunned by his bluff. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

　　 "Drip!" Kleist blew his whistle, "Group match."

　　According to the tradition, the main players are wearing vests. Today is the last training before the game, focusing on adaptive training, and the appearance list has been determined in advance.

　　Sun Wu stood in position, next to the team's third defender Gresco, this guy looked not very good when he saw Sun Wu, several passes were either partial or heavy.

It’s no wonder that Gresco is not friendly. He is usually the first substitute for the central defender, but if Sun Wu is present, the coach is likely to make Emerton fill the middle and let Sun Wu play on the right... and Gresco himself speed Slow, turn around slowly, the typical British centre-back is impossible to go to the side.

　　Sun Wu soon wanted to understand, shit! If you have strong abilities, the coach has asked Emerton to fill in the position of central defender...I blame me!

In the backcourt, Gresco's pass was a bit bigger. Sun Wu accelerated his foot and barely caught the ball. After facing the rushed Peterson, he made a big-footed fake and turned his head to look at Gresco, then Gently flick the outside of the foot and the ball passes under Peterson's crotch.

　　 "Oh, Morten, it's too shameful!" Samba shouted loudly behind.

　　 Passed the ball to Derby Hill who came up to meet him. Sun Wu turned his head and grinned at Peterson, "Morten, it's not a shame, it's just that I passed it."

　　Petersen joked with a smirk, "In the training class yesterday, the coach specially told me not to pass by in the dangerous area..."

　　Sun Wu twitched his lips and turned to look at the coach on the side of the field. Mark Hughes was expressionless. Kleiste smiled, and Patrick shook his head bitterly.

　　 "Maybe your choice is right." Kleist whispered: "Look at his performance...it doesn't look like an eighteen-year-old kid at all."