I can increase the scoring rate in football

"Beep!"

As soon as the whistle blew, a group of fans watching the game immediately gathered around the stadium.

Soon, someone noticed the man in a suit on the podium.

"Hey! Look, it's Mr. Boas!"

"Boas? Is that Madman II?"

"Nonsense! If it weren't for him, the team might have been relegated!"

"Do you think he'll be here next season?"

The students were talking a lot. The man in the suit was obviously a celebrity here.

Last season, Mourinho's assistant quit the coaching staff of Madman and returned to Portugal with his own team to coach.

This young marshal known as "Madman II" is only 33 years old this year.

When Villas-Boas took over the University of Coimbra at the beginning of the season, the team had no wins in the first seven rounds and ranked at the bottom.

But at the end of the season, their final result was 11th, more than 10 points above the relegation zone.

Such coaching achievements coupled with his background have greatly increased Villas' exposure, and he has been favored by many big clubs.

Many trial players also recognized the young coach on the court.

For a moment, everyone speeded up their movements as if they had been given a shot of blood.

Lei Yu, who was on the bench, naturally knew Boas's name.

As early as when Mourinho was coaching Chelsea, he had heard this name many times from the Gunners youth team coach.

"Here comes a great guy!"

Lei Yu secretly made up his mind.

This probing competition might become a turning point in your destiny!

...

On the court, the control ability displayed by the "rich group" is much higher than that of the "civilian group".

Taking advantage of the experience of long-term high-level competition, the "rich team" controlled the rhythm of the game from the beginning.

Although the "civilian team" made several counterattacks, when they advanced to the midfield, they were restrained by their opponents because of insufficient tacit understanding.

Faced with such a gap, it is only a matter of time before the "rich team" wants to score a goal.

"Bang!"

In the 20th minute of the game, the "rich team" took a set kick in the frontcourt.

The ball flew high, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and fell towards the small penalty area line.

Bang!

The strong man in a red vest jumped high, flicked his neck in the air, and completed an extremely smooth header.

brush!

The ball was smashed into the net without any suspense.

1 to 0!

The "rich group" took the lead.

"Man, that shot was great!"

"Smash them through!"

Amid the encouragement from his teammates, No. 17, who had scored the goal, pushed away his teammates who came forward to celebrate and ran to the player of the team who had just taken the penalty.

"Brother, that's a beautiful message!"

"You're doing pretty well!"

The two strong men jumped high and bumped their chests together.

"They are also big guys, but it seems that some people are not so useful!"

Looking at Lei Yu on the bench, many people who had been rejected by Lei Yu before became sour.

In their eyes, Lei Yu is just a guy who eats and drinks by taking advantage of his "appearance advantage".

After the game continued, the "rich team" who had succeeded once began to repeat the previous goals.

Until the end of the first half, the "rich team" attacked like a wave and already led 3-0.

"Beep!"

During the halftime break, Boulder made a simple substitution of players on both sides.

After the "rich group" substituted 4 people and the "civilian group" substituted 6 people, the second half of the game started quickly.

But even if the "civilian team" even changed the goalkeeper, Lei Yu still sat on the bench.

Seeing this situation, there were more people gossiping around.

After the start of the second half of the game, as half of the new teammates were replaced, the tacit understanding accumulated by the "civilian group" in the previous 45 minutes disappeared.

The "rich group" still suppresses the "common group" irresistibly.

However, the "rich group"'s aggressive style of play also gave the "common group" a chance to counterattack.

Taking advantage of an opponent's midfield mistake, the forward of the "civilian team" stole the ball in the frontcourt and used the opponent's goalkeeper to position himself forward to score the goal.

But at this time, the "rich team" has already scored 5 goals!

Boulder looked at the time on his watch and glanced at the benches of both teams.

Just happened to be looking at each other with Lei Yu, who had never been on the court.

After all, this kid is from Arsenal, so let’s give him some playing time!

Thinking of this, Boulder pointed at Lei Yu.

"Um...Ray, right? You will come on as a substitute the next time the ball is dead."

Upon hearing this, Lei Yu immediately stood up and came to the sidelines to wait.

Glancing at Villas-Boas in the stands, Lei Yu took a deep breath.

It’s finally here!

...

The midfielder replaced by Lei Yu is from Africa, but he is not an old black man.

Even though he and Lei Yu both came from an ancient civilization and had the same skin color as Lei Yu, he still cursed.

puff!

There was no high-five as expected. The Egyptian midfielder bumped into Lei Yu's shoulder and walked off the field.

The two faced each other, but the poor Egyptian midfielder staggered backward.

"Minato, a loser with dead muscles!"

Although the Egyptian Pharaoh was talking to himself, his voice was just loud enough for Lei Yu to hear.

This meaning couldn't be more obvious, he thinks Lei Yu is worse than him!

Lei Yu ignored it and ran directly onto the court.

There are about 20 minutes left in the game, and he must seize every opportunity to express himself!

After playing, Lei Yu's first task is defense.

"Look, the big guy is here!"

"Humph, his shooting skills are so bad, let's see what tricks he can do!"

Amid the discussion of the crowd, Lei Yu saw the opportunity and pushed aside No. 17, who had scored the first goal for the "rich team".

The guy who beat the defender of the "civilian team" and headed the ball towards Lei Yu was like a chicken that had just hatched out of its shell.

The ball naturally fell to Lei Yu.

"Hey, attack!"

As Lei Yu roared, his own players on the court stood still and looked at him as if they were monkeys, showing no intention of moving forward.

It can be seen that the "civilian group"'s desire to attack has been blunted long ago when the game has reached this point.

In desperation, Lei Yu had no choice but to distribute the ball to the wing.

However, before the teammate on the wing could pass the ball, it was intercepted by the opponent, and the ball returned to the hands of the "rich team" again.

"I wanted to cooperate with you, but now it seems that I have to rely on myself for everything!"

After thinking clearly, Lei Yu turned into a hunter, waiting for every counterattack opportunity near the midfield.

"Hey, why are you running? Is running useful? No one is passing the ball to you!"

Seeing Lei Yu getting behind him every time he got a chance, the defenders of the "rich team" couldn't help but complain.

"Hey, orangutan, I know you are full of energy, but can you leave your energy on the dancer's belly?"

"Hey, I'm talking to you, can't you hear me?"

"Shet, you trash, do you think you can still score goals?"

Seeing that Lei Yu ignored him, the defender of the "rich team" began to curse.

Just when this guy from Milan's youth training was about to say something else, the ball that had been moving back and forth in front of the "civilian group" penalty area quickly flew towards the frontcourt.