Midfielder

Mendes can't be with these players every day. After he handles Lin Yi's affairs at Benfica, he must leave. At least for now, this little guy can't bring him any economic benefits. He still has to rely on transfers. Test the waters in the market to support yourself.

However, Lin Yi and Cristiano are two important signings for young people. Mendes hopes that this is a good start. He has a premonition that these two little guys will definitely make waves in the Portuguese football circle.

What awaits Lin Yi is a brand new environment, which is much more professional than Sebatur's. Various physical examinations have been carried out several times before he signed the contract. And when he settled in the youth team's dormitory, he was faced with a bunch of training plans.

"There are a lot of things you need to strengthen. I don't deny your inspiration on the court, but it's not enough. If you want to be a professional player, you have to do a lot of things. These plans are based on your physical condition. It will Help you compete better.”

Edward pointed at the pile of training plans in Lin Yi's hand and explained to the black-haired little guy seriously that he was ready to forge this uncut diamond himself until it started to shine.

Looking at the dense training plan, Lin Yi wondered for a moment whether the guy in front of him was retaliating against him.

5000 meters, return run, endurance training, aerobic training, ball training. . . The various projects have exceeded Lin Yi's knowledge of football. These trainings are not all every day, because they must be completed independently after regular training time.

"Are you sure I can crawl back to the dormitory alive after doing this?" Lin Yi asked Edward, shaking the forms in his hand.

"Yes, your endurance test data is very good. It has shown that you can withstand training within this intensity range. At least you will crawl back to bed alive. I assure you, there should be no problem with this." Edward answered with certainty. .

"There should be no problem..." Lin Yi found that there seemed to be a lot of room for maneuver in this statement, so it should be. . . Does that mean that he might die from exhaustion on the training ground?

"Don't worry, we have a dedicated doctor. It won't happen if you die on the field from exhaustion. Don't worry." Edward seemed to know what Lin Yi was thinking, and patted his shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't worry? Is this a concentration camp or a training camp..." Lin Yi felt a twitching desire at the corner of his mouth. . .

"Oh, by the way, this is just your initial training plan, and you will gradually increase the amount in the future..." Edward's words had already made Lin Yi ready to die on the bed. He now firmly believed that this guy was seeking revenge for his personal revenge.

But lamenting couldn't help Lin Yi. He had to get up early in the morning every day for brutal training, when more people were still asleep. When he completed these numerous trainings, the stars were already hanging in the sky. According to the dormitory administrator, this little guy ran out like a living donkey every morning and crawled back like a dead dog at night.

Lin Yi was not training alone there. He had to start running desperately amidst Edward's loud roar. Otherwise, he would have to accept that stormy roar. Lin Yi had mentally cursed Edward more than once. That grandson was really nothing.

Edward knew the value of this boy, but this little guy was now fifteen years old, and his time for formal training was too short. Without intensive basic training, perhaps this little guy's football talent will be wasted here. The only good news is that this little guy has very good endurance, and he can withstand such an intense training.

However, Edward is not a slave owner. He takes health reports about Lin Yi's physical condition from the team doctor almost every day. He does not want to ruin a possible genius one day because of his training plan, nor does he want to Mendez came to settle a score with him.

If such intense training was done at Sebatur, Lin Yi might have to lie on a stretcher for rescue. You have to admire Benfica's youth training system. It has a complete system, with dedicated personnel for daily nutritional meals and post-training recovery. Take responsibility, Lin Yi doesn't need to worry about anything.

In addition to the boring basic training that made Lin Yi feel like dying, Lin Yi's performance in regular training, especially in group confrontations, convinced Edward that he had made the right choice. That kid can quickly find his position on the court no matter what kind of game environment he is in. Lin Yi's accurate timing of passing the ball allows many teammates to trust him with the ball.

"This little guy has a natural leadership ability. Very few people at his age can be so stable on the court." Edward felt this way every time he watched Lin Yi play on the court. That kid didn't know how to do it at all. Like a boy who is only 15 years old.

Especially with his commanding temperament on the court, he always creates fatal scoring opportunities for forwards with passing passes again and again. This little guy wins respect in the team in this way. A commander who selflessly serves others on the court will always win the trust of others.

In just two months, Lin Yi created a record of his own in Benfica.

It only took him two months to advance directly from U16 to the U18 reserve team, and every promotion was convincing.

This black-haired kid has become a topic of discussion at the Benfica youth training base. Everyone is talking about the magic of this mixed-race kid.

All those who have seen Lin Yi play on the field say that this guy who just celebrated his fifteenth birthday is just too much like the former symbol of the Benfica midfield. Yes, that guy named Rui Costa.

Their passing methods on the field are so sharp, and they use the pass to penetrate everything without others noticing. Then they watch the final shooting performance on the side. The whole situation is always under their control. The calmness on the field is their common symbol.

Even their postures of dribbling on the field are so similar, always looking up and observing the situation on the field. Their heads seem to be running fast all the time, calculating the possible loopholes in the opponent's defensive position, and then using their own deadly kick to penetrate it.

The only difference may be that the black-haired kid is more exposed. Every time he penetrates the opponent's defense, he will wave his fist vigorously.

Rui Costa may be more restrained on the field. Even a beautiful goal and a perfect assist will not make him celebrate too wildly.

But Edward likes this little guy. What's wrong with a young man being a little arrogant? Do you have to make a child lifeless?

As long as you can be a great guy on the field, it doesn't matter what you have done. The winner always has the right to speak on the field.

What is the most abundant in Portugal's football field? This answer has been determined since Futre's era. Whether it is Sporting Lisbon or Benfica, even those unknown teams, the most abundant are only wingers. In Europe, Portugal is the birthplace of excellent wingers.

The last guy who could stand in the midfield and command was Rui Costa in the golden generation. When this master of art began to move towards the end of his career, no one could stand on the field and say that he was the most qualified commander of the Portuguese team.

Yes, Figo is the world footballer of the year, he is a great guy. But he has never been a qualified dispatcher. He is more like a terminator, even if he has played the position of front midfielder.

What Edward, a native Portuguese, cannot tolerate most is that Portugal is now almost degenerated to the point where it needs to find foreign players to serve as the core of the midfield. The Brazilian from Porto recently asked to join the Portuguese nationality. The bigwigs of the Football Association seem to be really considering this issue. Damn it! Does Portugal no longer have a commander who can stand in the midfield?

The Portuguese who once swept the world with the golden generation have now fallen to the point of hiring foreign players. The guy who couldn't even enter the substitute lineup in the Brazilian team now has to occupy the position that should belong to the Portuguese. This damn mercenary!

At least people like Edward who have been rooted in the youth training camp for a long time will not have such an idea. They are more recognized for the players they bring out. They think they can cultivate qualified commanders, just like the golden generation in the past.

They are always looking for those little guys who can become talents. But who knows if the damn winger tradition has caused the soil of Portuguese football to deteriorate. They can always dig out one crazy winger after another, but they can't find a flag bearer who belongs to the core position of the midfield.

But now Edward can say that he has found that the little guy who is tearing the opponent's defense with his feet on the field is a qualified blank. If possible, Edward wants all Portuguese people to know the name of this kid. Benfica will produce another Rui Costa!

But now Aurelio Pereira, the old man who discovered Lin Yi's value, what kind of expression would he have if he heard that the little guy joined Benfica, the mortal enemy of the Athletic Team? Maybe he would scold the management of the Athletic Team at home. Just because of 50,000 euros, they lost a talented midfielder and lost more future.

Every time Edward watched Lin Yi's game on the sidelines, he would put on a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth. The progress of the little guy was astonishing. Now Edward is also glad that he gave the kid a 20-minute opportunity, otherwise, he would miss a talent.

But his smile is not a good thing in Lin Yi's eyes. Every time he sees Edward's lustful smile, Lin Yi will worry about the training content the next morning.

Because in the past two months, every time Edward put on a smile, Lin Yi would be trained harder. That guy seemed to be addicted to watching Lin Yi train every day, although Edward didn't know that Lin Yi had scolded him tens of thousands of times in his mind.

However, Lin Yi's progress in the past two months of training was obvious. Edward knew what this little guy lacked the most, and his training plan was almost all aimed at Lin Yi's weak links.

This kid is very good, but Lin Yi, who has not received systematic training, always reveals some habits developed from playing football on the street at certain times.

For example, those small movements that often appear when fighting, and some subconscious movements when intercepting, these problems have not changed much under Edward's correction, as if they have become the habit of this kid. After all, Lin Yi is still not like the kind of player who has been trained since childhood.

Lin Yi relies more on a natural sensitivity when playing football, which is a spiritual performance on the football field. He can always capture small changes that others can't notice on the field and make good use of them.

This ability cannot be mastered by training. Edward can only say that this kid was born for football. In the end, Edward was too lazy to remind this kid. As long as he doesn't make big mistakes, those minor problems should be ignored as much as possible.

Even guys like Maradona have a lot of bad habits, let alone this little guy. There are no perfect angels on the football field.

Every day, the Benfica youth training base is filled with fierce confrontations. In order to be promoted to the first team, everyone is working hard, and Lin Yi is no exception.

The Portuguese Super League has kicked off when they were sweating profusely, but Benfica's luck in the league is not good. They encountered a "black start" at the beginning of the league. The two consecutive defeats made them have to be a chaser at the beginning of the league.

Such results not only failed to satisfy the fans of Benfica, but even the president of the team, Azevedo, began to publicly express his dissatisfaction with the team's performance. Such public criticism undoubtedly put pressure on the head coach of the first team. The German Heynckes has begun to understand that his situation is no longer as relaxed as when he signed the contract. If the team's performance has not improved, the only outcome waiting for him is to leave.

(To explain, Heynckes was fired in August and September 2000. The book pushed the real time back by two years, mainly for the convenience of the story. It's not that I'm confused. I hope I don't catch this mistake... The time in the book will be slightly adjusted according to the needs of the story, and there will be a little difference with the real time, but it is limited to this short time in Portugal. Thank you for your understanding.)

In the Portuguese league, Benfica cannot accept the second or third place. When there are only three strong teams in the league, Benfica, Porto and Sporting Lisbon, the championship is the only benchmark to prove their strength. Benfica can only accept the title of champion.

It's not that Benfica lacks patience, nor is it that Azevedo is taking advantage of the situation. It's just that Heynckes lost the game that he shouldn't have lost. What Benfica supporters can't tolerate the most is that Heynckes lost the derby in the same city. Benfica was beaten 3:0 by the opponent in the Alvalade Stadium, the home of Sporting Lisbon. This is regarded as a great shame by all Benfica supporters.

In this kind of confrontation between city rivals, as long as you lose, you will always be used as a handle by the opponent to humiliate you.

Maybe Heynckes' luck is too bad. The team's main offensive players are resting due to various injuries, especially Simao's absence due to injury, which directly affects the team's tactical changes in offense.

The Germans have too few people to use, but he still needs to take responsibility for this unfortunate thing. But no one will pity his experience at this time. Things like everyone pushing down the wall will happen in any corner of the earth.

When the Portuguese league entered the seventh round, after Benfica also suffered a disastrous defeat against Porto, German Heynckes finally exhausted Azevedo's patience. Benfica could no longer accept continued failure.

The top figure of Benfica finally announced to the public that Heynckes's coaching was completely terminated. The two sides had reached an agreement on the issues after the termination of the contract. The German's career in Benfica was finally over, and no one even missed the poor German old man.

However, Benfica's next head coach was a bit unexpected. He was not a well-known guy. He was an assistant coach who had just returned from Spain. It was said that this guy was directly appointed by Azevedo despite all objections, although his contract was only for a short season.

"That guy is crazy..." Even the local newspapers in Lisbon have begun to describe Azevedo's approach in this way. No one thought that an assistant coach who rolled back from Spain could lead Benfica out of the trough. Even Azevedo himself said privately that this was a gamble.

The media who were cursing Heynckes just now have now turned their guns on Azevedo. They think that the club is looking for a scapegoat to help them face the failure they may face. The assistant coach is just a scapegoat.

And that guy stood up everyone on the first day he took over the team. He didn't even show up at the first team's training ground. No one knows where he went, and even the club officials don't know what he did.

"This is really an impolite guy." I'm afraid that at this moment, everyone will think so in their hearts. At least in their eyes, the new head coach is a reckless guy who doesn't even know basic gentlemanly etiquette.

Lin Yi was also muttering this sentence in his heart at this time. He was doing his daily routine extra training at the Benfica U18 training ground. Today, Edward seemed to be going to the first team to participate in some kind of hellish event, so there was finally one less loud roar on the sidelines. But Lin Yi didn't feel relieved, because an hour ago, there was a guy like an uncle standing on the sidelines watching him train.

"Are there really such boring people in this world?" Lin Yi muttered to himself as he continued his training.

And the uncle-like guy still stood there motionless, watching Lin Yi running on the field, and seemed to have no intention of leaving.

Lin Yi didn't know how long that guy would watch here. Although it was really awkward to be stared at by an old man with a perspective-like gaze for an hour, he could only choose to ignore it as much as possible.

At this time, all the reporters who came to Benfica for an interview might have remembered the name of the person who stood them up.

José Mario dos Santos Mourinho Felix... An impolite guy...

Benfica was undergoing such a drastic change, but Lin Yi was at a loss for all this. No one knew whether he would be involved. Maybe only God, that old bastard, knew...

(Finally, I would like to explain that Mourinho coached Benfica from September to December 2000. I changed it for the sake of the story. I hope that the author doesn’t mind this time… Thank you… The performance of the new book is not ideal. Please support me… Please vote… Please click~~~ Please collect it…)