I am practicing in Tokyo

Chapter 19 The Fourth of July

In the fifth minute of the second half, Fujii stole the ball from a Hirano High School player again. No fancy technical moves were needed. He just needed to accelerate closer, knock down the enemy guarding the ball with a reasonable collision, and drive straight in with the football.

Less than two minutes before he scored the second goal, the two brothers Takahashi Nozuna and Takahashi Shingen of the Hirano High School team met Fujii's joint defense this time. Behind them, three other defenders also opened up.

Deep defense line, we can't let him be arrogant anymore.

Facing the twin brothers who came forward at the same time, Fujii used a series of touching movements. His pace was significantly faster. The football was dazzling back and forth between his left and right feet. If he didn't pay attention, it would disappear before his eyes.

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Where is the ball?

Takahashi Nobutsuna and Takahashi Shingen both raised questions. The football was held by Fujii, and a through ball hit Suhara who was unguarded. He caught the ball and hit a short corner, but was saved by Yagi Seiichiro and landed in an open space.

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The closest person was the center back of the Hirano High School team. He had just started running when he saw an afterimage pulling past him. Without the ball, Fujii knocked away the twin brothers, grabbed the ball in front of his opponent, and stood on tiptoe.

He turned sideways and raised his feet to volley the football. Seiichiro Yagi, who had just stood up, jumped up and his fingers brushed the edge of the football, but was bounced away by the huge force attached. The football hit the net and caused a wave of fluctuations.

The third goal!

From the first goal in the second minute of the second half to the third goal in the sixth minute, it only took four minutes.

The players of the Hachioji High School team rushed towards Fujii Shu after completing the celebration. Isn't this team too tough? I haven't seen him hit like this in the training match. I didn't see the players from Hirano High School. They were all stunned.

Are you still moving? This would scare anyone to death.

It’s time to introduce him to Coach Yasuda.

Coach Fukai on the sidelines stood up and waved his hands excitedly. On the other side, the quasi-coach Kawakami of Hirano High School had his glasses half off and his body was shaking uncontrollably. How should he play next? He couldn't help it! The main player of the professional team

Are you here for the high school fish frying competition?

What everyone didn't expect was that less than three minutes later, the Hirano High School team, which was cautiously turning back, was intercepted by Fujii Shu who suddenly started to pass the ball. Almost all of the Hirano High School team

All the players on the team gathered around him, but Fujii stopped the ball a little over thirty meters outside the goal, and kicked a curved ball in front of the dense sea of ​​defense.

Left! Or right?

Seiichiro Yagi, who had already been scored three goals in a row, panicked and jumped out based on his feeling. When he saw the football flying towards him, there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

As soon as the light was lit, it quickly went out. The football temporarily changed direction and flew into the goal from his right.

"No. 13 Fujii, in the ninth minute of the second half, he scored four goals in just seven minutes!!! Dominating! The entire field!"

The on-field commentator could no longer maintain a neutral attitude and yelled into the microphone, while the stands erupted in loud cheers.

"This is not just a fantasy. Working alone, facing a whole line of defense, the unstoppable No. 13, unbeatable shooting, and undisputed best of the match!"

"In the past 91 local competitions and national competitions for island high school students, there has been no such record. Today it was born!"

"The coach of the Hachioji High School team Masaki Fukai on the sidelines raised a sign to make a substitution. No. 13 Fujii Shuxia, and the substitute is No. 19 central defender."

The on-field commentator regretfully reported the name of Fujii, who was hurriedly substituted after the goal. He also understood Coach Fukai's intention. If Fujii stayed on the court, the opponent might deliberately do something wrong. Anyway, the score was already 4 to 1.

There is still more than thirty minutes left to focus on defense, it is impossible to lose, and it is not a Milan team that leads by three goals at halftime, nor does it open champagne in the locker room to celebrate.

"It's a great kick, hahaha!"

Coach Fukai laughed with an exaggerated expression, patted Fujii on the shoulder, personally unscrewed the cap of the sports drink for him, and handed it to him.

In the next thirty minutes or so, Hirano High School scored a goal to save some face, lost by two goals, and left the field dejectedly.

"How many places does our school have that will be recommended to Dongda University next year?"

After losing the game, the prospective coach Kawakami asked the assistant coach next to him, Hirano High School's academic ability is better than Hachioji High School, and there are several precious places for recommendation to famous schools every year.

"One, right? I heard that it is going to be left to the son of the governor of Iga Prefecture. Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

The assistant coach was a little confused at first, but when he saw Fujii receiving applause from the audience after leaving the field, he suddenly understood.

"This Fujii-kun has first-class appearance and rare football skills. I am poaching him as the core of the school team and campus publicity ambassador. I believe the school board of directors will not refuse."

Jun Kawakami muttered to himself, if you can't beat him, you can either join or poach him. Once you have a reputation, paying for a recommended quota is also a sure-profit deal. Horikoshi High School has steadily qualified for the national competition every year and gained a lot of attention.

The degree and high-quality students have long made other high schools covet.

Yasuda, the head coach of Kashima Antlers, received another email with a short video attached after returning home from get off work. The letter was from his old general Masaki Fukai.

"Can I play professionally?"

Coach Yasuda read the email introduction and clicked on the short video. It must have been a cut-out collection. To be honest, the goals scored by high school students did not have much value.

Turn around, Marseille spin, rush and break through, face the goalkeeper twice with fried meatball movements at close range, leaving the opponent with no time to adjust his body center of gravity. Fujii's first goal made Coach Yasuda nod slightly.

This kid is growing up very fast. Is Shenjing's training level that good?

Stealing the short pass from the opponent's backcourt, using speed and rhythm to get rid of the two defenders, taking a long shot from outside the penalty area and hitting the crossbar accurately to score a goal.

Fast forward?

Coach Yasuda repeatedly pulled the progress bar of the video and found that it had not been accelerated. In such a short period of time, he scored two consecutive goals based on his personal ability alone. Even in a high school game, it was impressive enough.

For the third goal two minutes into the video, five defensive players lined up in a formation were vulnerable to Fujii's pace, which was two levels faster than that of his peers. The through ball assist failed, and Fujii's keen sense of smell in front of the goal made him vulnerable.

Catching the ball in advance and volleying it is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.

Coach Yasuda was a little moved. He picked up the tea cup and just took a sip. Fujii's last kick drew an elegant arc in the air and went into the net without any suspense, ending the performance.

Such a collection.

In seven minutes and 27 seconds, he scored four goals alone. Is this such an exaggeration?

Coach Yasuda recorded the moment when Fujiiki touched his feet from the first goal, calculated the time it took him, typed in front of the computer, and replied to Masaki Fukai.

"I will go to the next local competition to observe. Don't tell the kid, let him perform normally."

Hitting the enter button, Coach Yasuda was looking forward to watching Fujii's performance on the spot. He hoped that this was not a flash in the pan. After all, he had seen too many young players who were dubbed young geniuses, and most of them did not reach the expected level.

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(End of chapter)