The banging sound of the ball colliding with the surrounding steel structure finally stopped temporarily.

"Your score is 87, which is a great improvement."

Jota walked out of the iron cage, bumped fists with Wei Le, and ran back to the back of the team.

"Eh?" Wei Le was a little surprised, but didn't say anything, because the next player had already entered the iron cage. He operated the machine, set the difficulty and the direction of the ball, and started a new round of training.

Jota took a deep breath, and there was a hint of persistence in his calm eyes.

After Wei Le arranged the training here, he turned his head to look at Jota, wanting to say something but stopping. But in the end, he shook his head and said nothing.

Jota seemed to have changed.

Since it was determined that the opponent in the final was Atletico Madrid, he has been silent a lot. During the training, he seemed to be particularly hardworking, and every fight for the ball was like in a game.

In the confrontation training, Jota rushed around like a bull.

This rampage scared the players defending him. In a half-ball, Jota almost faced Rodri's flying tackle and rushed forward recklessly.

"Hey, be careful!" Rodri finally retracted his foot and didn't shovel it out.

Jota didn't reply, and hooked the ball back that was about to go out of bounds, and then rushed forward in Rodri's somewhat surprised eyes. Rodri frowned, "What's going on?"

But after all, it's still training, Rodri didn't say much.

Jota's character of fighting for every ball is worth promoting, and there is nothing wrong with treating training as a game. It's just that the Wolves captain always feels that something is wrong.

The training session ended, and Jota did not return to the locker room, but just sat down on the side of the court.

"Not leaving?" Bowen asked doubtfully, "You today..."

"I'm fine." Jota replied, feeling that his tone was a bit stiff, and forced a smile, and said under Bowen's somewhat doubtful gaze, "It's okay, you go back first."

Bowen stood there motionless, "If you need anything..."

"Go back, it's really okay." Jota repeated.

"Okay, if you insist..."

Bowen shrugged, looked at Jota worriedly, and walked back to the locker room.

After confirming that there was no one around, Jota got up from the ground, patted the grass on his body, and sighed heavily. He dragged himself to the equipment room, which was still open.

He took out a few signs and a bag of footballs.

After a long while, he positioned the sign barrel and started practicing shooting.

The first shot, a curved ball shot to the far corner, flew directly out of the baseline, Jota stamped his feet and took another ball.

The second shot was still a far corner, this time it hit the post and flew out of the baseline.

The third shot was a curved shot to the far corner, the ball flew high and flew directly into the grove outside the field, startling a few birds to fly into the sky under the sunset.

Jota stood there, somewhat unbelievable what he had just hit. There was an indescribable feeling of discomfort in his chest, and Jota could hardly suppress his mood.

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!"

Jota took a deep breath, shook the sweat on his hair, and found another football.

When he looked up, he found that there was a person standing in front of the goal.

"Come, I'll practice with you."

Wei Le smiled and waved his hand.

"Boss..." Jota murmured, he wanted to say something, but Wei Le couldn't hear it from a distance. Since Wei Le wanted to practice together, let's practice together.

The fourth shot, Jota chose a low shot to the near corner.

"Good shot!" Wei Le leaped up and punched the ball out, then rolled on the ground to relieve the force, and stood up. He smiled and said, "Good shot, if I hadn't prepared in advance, you would have scored."

The fifth shot, continued to shoot into the far corner.

Wei Le stood still and watched, there was really no way, the ball flew straight into the angle between the far post and the crossbar of the goal, hanging a white ripple.

Wei Le walked over with a smile, "Try your left foot!"

"Don't always use your dominant foot, do you really think I'm a professional goalkeeper? Why don't you give way to the head coach?" Wei Le joked, "If you don't understand the ways of the world, I won't let you eat in the cafeteria."

Jota couldn't help laughing.

"Boss, you should be able to play professional football with your shot-saving ability."

"Professional, don't poke my sore spot." Wei Le rolled his eyes and pretended to be angry and pushed Jota, "I'm nearsighted. How can I play football with my sight? Do I have to wear glasses?"

"That's fine."

"It's so ugly. I don't want it. I can't find a girlfriend then."

"You can't find one now.""Hey!"

The two stood together and giggled for a long time.

"Are you feeling better?" Wei Le asked.

"Ah? Oh..." Jota was a little surprised, but nodded slightly, "Better."

"Want to chat?" Wei Le spread his arms, turned around and strolled on the track beside the field.

Jota exclaimed and hurriedly followed.

"Do you have different emotions about Atletico Madrid?" Wei Le asked.

"Yes..." Jota was surprised that Wei Le could see through his thoughts, "Boss, how did you know?"

"You are really not good at hiding your emotions." Wei Le sighed, "But it's good."

The two strolled slowly in the sunset.

"Boss, can I become a top star?" Jota suddenly asked.

Wei Le answered without hesitation, "Yes."

"Simeone said I can't." Jota lowered his head and said to himself, "He said so."

"When I came to the team, he told me that my transfer to Atletico Madrid was not his initiative at all. He said that I could consider it earlier because it would be difficult for me to get any opportunities in Atletico Madrid."

"At that time, I couldn't even speak a few words of Spanish, and I was stunned when I heard this."

"My agent told me that Simeone was very sure that I would be a part of his team and would be an important part of his plan. But when I came to Atletico Madrid with a vision, they told me that I actually had no idea what I was doing. I was not needed from the beginning. "

"Training went on as usual, and the salary was paid as usual."

"But it was not until my teammates started discussing what they were going to bring to the preseason that I woke up from my dream and realized." Jota smiled bitterly and looked up at Wei Le's serious face, "I didn't know there was a preseason at all, and I was not asked to go at all."

"At first I thought I had offended Simeone, but later I felt that it was not the case."

"Even if I tried my best to do 100 points, Simeone would only think I was 0 points."

Jota said, sighed, and wanted to say something else, but in the end it turned into another sigh.

"At that time, no matter how closed I was, I would pay attention to the media's evaluation. Everyone said I was a genius and that my future was limitless, and gradually I kept these evaluations in my heart."

"But I didn't expect that I was nothing in Spain."

Wei Le was beside him, walking slowly.

"Now, I have another chance to meet Atletico Madrid and Simeone," Jota said. "Boss, how can I not have emotions?"

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