Pampas waist

Chapter 242 Inter Milan’s achievements

"Let me tell you, weren't what you said yesterday afternoon too harsh?"

"Otherwise, what can I say? Say [Well! If you keep playing like this, you will definitely hope to win the World Cup?], please, anyone who lies will swallow a thousand needles."

The sun was setting on the newly built seaside playground near Yuechi's house. The sea breeze was blowing and the low cry of seagulls was heard in his ears. Chen Mobai glanced at Macy next to him and continued to adjust his breathing while jogging.

The game commentary had ended for the day. After the game, under the arrangement of the staff, the two exchanged jerseys with Keisuke Honda and Shinji Kagawa and took a group photo under the watchful eyes of more than 40,000 fans at Toyota Stadium.

However, after the game, the focus of the Japanese people was obviously not on the group photo. Almost all news media were discussing what he said during the game.

Defensive counterattack or passing and controlling football?

Some people think that what Chen Mo said is right. Passing and controlling football requires strong stars to support it. Otherwise, it will be a castle in the air. Defense and counterattack are more suitable.

But more people think that Asians are naturally weak in physique, and they will definitely not be able to defend themselves. They will only be kicked at the door of the penalty area by their opponents. Moreover, Hidetoshi Nakata is currently playing in Serie A. He just made a transfer of 22 million pounds last season.

Record.

You know, Ronaldinho went to Barcelona for less than 30 million the year before.

In the eyes of most Japanese, the fact that Hidetoshi Nakata, who plays as an attacking midfielder, can achieve such good results in Serie A and set a record for the highest transfer fee for an Asian player, means that Japanese players can play skillfully.

But Chen Mo is also a Champions League champion, his performance in the Champions League final is obvious to all, and he is also Arsenal's well-deserved "on-field coach".

Players of this level and style must have a deeper understanding of football.

Ever since, in just one night, fans all over Japan began to discuss what path Japanese football should take in the future.

But these have nothing to do with Chen Mo. Having a Japanese wife does not mean that he is responsible for Japanese football. Being willing to risk being criticized for saying a few words is enough to give him face.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo shook his head, adjusted his breathing rhythm and continued running. At this moment, a short black figure suddenly appeared outside the wire fence of the playground.

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"Don't give up on yourself just because you were not selected for the youth training team. Don't attribute the current situation to the external environment. You must make changes from yourself. Think of your mother. She works three jobs from morning to night every day, just for you.

happiness, don’t you want her to be proud of you?”

The sea breeze on a summer night in Tokyo is hot and humid, and the setting sun is about to sink into the sea from the end of the sea level.

With the shoulder bag slung over his left shoulder and a piece of white paper in his right hand, he walked along the winding seaside path. What the high school football coach said to him two years ago echoed in his mind, and he glanced at the words printed on the top:

Meiji University Football Club] had four bright characters on the white paper - [Not Admitted].

As the sea breeze blew, Nagatomo Yuto's eyes were filled with confusion.

As an 18-year-old boy who is only 1.65 meters tall, he was once rejected by the school team due to his height in high school, but the coach of the football club at that time found him and advised him not to give up.

After some conversation and a year of hard training, he finally joined the school team and became the main starter.

At that time, he dreamed of dominating the entire county like Hanamichi Sakuragi and competing in the national competition, but in the end he failed in the prefecture-level prefectural qualifiers.

It was only three years in high school and I had no success. I thought about starting over again after entering college, but I never expected that what happened in high school would happen again.

"You can't play football at your height."

"It's better to be pragmatic and learn skills so that you can find a job after graduation."

"Compared to football, you seem to be more talented in studies. Don't waste your talents, you bastard!"

Meiji University is one of the top five universities in Japan. This university has produced two prime ministers and two parliament speakers. Even the top building of the Dragon Kingdom once attended this university.

Being able to get admitted to this university from a poor single-parent family is enough to prove how strong your learning ability is.

"As expected, I still can't play football."

With so many thoughts in his mind, Yuto Nagatomo sighed, shook his head, and turned around to take the tram home. At this moment, a gust of sea breeze blew by, and the application form on his fingertips floated in the wind.

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"Hey, hey, hey! Stop running around, you bastard! Hey, you are such a disobedient guy."

After climbing down the seawall and running along the beach to a private stadium, the panting Nagatomo Yuto picked up the application form from the ground, blew a breath, raised his eyebrows and flicked the white paper with his fingers.

It doesn't matter if the white paper is blown away, but it has my name and the four characters "Not Admitted" printed on it, which makes it very embarrassing for others to see!

"Fortunately, I picked it up, but, oh! It's further away from the station now!"

Speechlessly scratching his head, Nagatomo Yuto was about to leave. At this moment, three figures running in the stadium, two large and one small, attracted his attention. He turned around and his pupils shrank instantly!

"That is?!"

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The training day for the World Youth Championship in the Netherlands is not far away. This is the same team again after more than a year. Both of them are looking forward to it. In order to adjust their physical condition to the best, the training volume of Chen Mo and Messi begins to gradually increase day by day.

increase.

At first, it was just two people running. Later, the little guy Mikata Kaoru also joined in. However, he was still young. After running for a while, his physical fitness could not keep up, so he could only play ball by himself.

"Every time I can't keep up with my physical fitness, I really want to grow up quickly."

Looking at the ball bouncing up and down in front of him, Mikaru Kaoru bounced the ball with his left and right feet at a constant speed, his expression a little unhappy. After looking at Messi and Chen Mo who were chatting and laughing for a while, he moved his eyes to the barbed wire fence at the edge of the stadium, where a familiar figure

The sound and shadow appeared again.

"Are you here again? This is already the fifth time."

Looking at the little man outside the barbed wire fence, Mikasa Kaoru looked curious.

This week, every evening the opponent would come to the side of the court to take a peek, and then be caught by the fat tiger uncle who was in charge of security. But the next day he would sneak to the side of the court from nowhere.

"Oh, Uncle Fat Tiger is here."

Just as he was thinking about it, a chubby middle-aged club member walked to the sidelines and was about to drive him away. At this time, in the middle of the track, Chen Mo stopped and looked at Nagatomo Yuto who was about to run away outside the barbed wire fence and waved: "Fat.

Tiger, let him in."

"Oh, okay! Come on in, you lucky guy!"

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I'm leaving now!"

"Nani?! Are you kidding me?! I want to drive you away and you want to come. I want you to go in and you want to leave? Come in!"

The fat tiger was a bit scary when he was angry. The short Nagatomo Yu swallowed his saliva and walked into the stadium with a nervous and apprehensive mood.

"Do you want an autograph?"

"Uh yes, yes!"

Chen Mo wiped the sweat on his forehead and showed a kind smile. Nagatomo panicked and quickly took out a water-based pen from his shoulder bag and handed it to Chen Mo.

"Where to sign?"

"Put on your clothes, thank you!"

"It's a small thing, haha."

Looking at Chen Mo who was signing his own clothes in front of him, Yudu Nagatomo struggled with his eyes, thinking about the battle between heaven and man in his mind. A player of his level can definitely tell whether I have football talent!

Go and ask him!

But what if he says I have no talent?

Do you really want to give up football from now on?!

The school team is just amateur players, and being rejected by the school team can still convince him that "others have no vision", but if Chen Mo says that he has no talent, how can he comfort himself?!

Feeling uneasy, Chen Mo had already signed his name and handed the water-based pen to him.

"Anything else?"

"Thank you! No...no...no more."

Nagatomo Yuu nervously took over the pen, but just when Chen Mo turned around and was about to go back and continue running, he suddenly said: "Well! Can you watch me play football?! Please!"

"kindness?"

Turning back and looking at Yuto Nagatomo who bowed 130 degrees in front of him, Chen Mo raised his eyebrows strangely, "Okay, what position do you play?"

"Fullback!"

"Oh, full-back, Xiaomei, do you want to go and play with him?"

"ha?"

Suddenly I realized that writing a novel is like masturbating.

If you masturbate too much on the first day, you won’t be able to do it the next day.

After taking a rest, it feels like the first time again.

(End of chapter)