this is football

In the afternoon, a few white clouds drifted into the clear sky, and a breeze picked up.

The Spanish youth training camp is conducting a team practice match, and Lei Ou is playing as a right winger.

His movements were still cool and his skills were still skillful, but the first half was coming to an end without scoring a single goal.

The team is already two points behind.

On the sidelines, Sheldon stared anxiously at the court, unknowingly sweat was forming on his forehead.

He couldn't believe what he was seeing. The young man was obviously very capable, but why couldn't he score a goal?

Although Lei Ou's dribbling movements are good, due to physical limitations, he cannot escape the attack of two defenders.

Occasionally there will be a chance to shoot, but as if under a spell, the shot will miss or be saved. Where did the inspiration go in the morning?

"Boss, what's going on?" Sheldon asked.

Francisco's expression remained unchanged, neither disappointed nor surprised, as if he was just watching an insignificant game.

"What? Worried about your compatriots?" Francisco laughed.

"No, I just don't understand."

Sheldon couldn't understand why there was such a big contrast between a person's performance in the morning and in the afternoon.

"You..."

Francisco patted Sheldon on the shoulder and said meaningfully: "It's still far away."

Sheldon frowned, not knowing what he meant, but his eyes were still on the court.

At the end of the half, Leiou failed to score a goal and fell behind by two points.

However, there was no discouragement on his face, not even a hint of unhappiness. On the contrary, that green face was full of excitement.

Sheldon shook his head and echoed an old Chinese saying: The emperor is not in a hurry, why should I, the eunuch, be in a hurry?

After a fifteen-minute break, the game continues in the second half.

"Head, why are you only trying out for one day?"

According to the normal procedure, the trial training lasts for at least three days. Sheldon didn't understand his boss's intention.

"Because of those legs!"

Francisco's eyes were deep and he continued: "His body is so thin and his leg muscles are so perfect. Think about it why?"

Recalling what his boss once said, Sheldon was silent for a moment and suddenly realized: "Practice?"

Francisco smiled and nodded, "You're not too stupid!"

There is only one answer. Lei Ou's dribbling movements, shooting skills, and leg muscles are all developed through practice.

How much effort does it take to do it?

Sheldon's jaw dropped in shock. He had never seen someone so shameless before.

"Head, can Lei Ou get a contract?"

Francisco's eyes fell on the galloping young man, smiling without saying a word.

At the end of the second half, Leiou lost by three goals and Leiou did not score a single goal.

"What happened?" Sheldon asked angrily.

"Bring him to the office!"

After Francisco finished speaking, he left first.

Sheldon looked a little confused. Did Lei Gu pass?

In the supervisor's office, on the leather sofa, Lei Ou sat upright, his face still showing no emotional changes.

Sheldon sat aside, looking nervous, as if he was waiting for the verdict.

Francisco behind the desk finished sorting out the documents in his hands, looked up and smiled: "Lei Ou, this is your contract, I am especially looking forward to our cooperation!"

"Wow! Head, is this true?"

Sheldon stood up and hurriedly took the contract and took a look: "Oh oh oh! Oh my god! It's unbelievable. Lei Ou, the monthly salary is 20,000 euros, which is higher than my salary!"

He originally thought that Lei Guo's performance on the field was very poor, not to mention the contract, and he couldn't even enter the youth training camp.

However, the supervisor, who has always been stingy, actually gave such a "big" contract.

"Thank you, Mr. Francisco, I'll take it back and show it to my aunt."

Lei Ou took the contract and turned around and left, as if nothing had happened.

"Is he a monster or a fool?" Sheldon said blankly, looking at the boy's back.

"He is neither a monster nor a fool, but has a maturity that belies his age, especially in his heart."

Francisco breathed a sigh of relief. Once this matter is settled, it will be unimaginable how much profit it will bring to the Spaniards in the future.

He has this confidence, otherwise he would not have made this investment.

“The ancient well is not rippled, the waves are not alarming, and Mount Tai is pressing in front of me, but the color is not what it should be.”

Sheldon muttered a few Chinese words, and finally said: "The children of the poor have already become the masters of their families!"

"Let's go! Educate those children!" Francisco said.

On the court, the young players from the Spanish youth training camp stood in three rows in an orderly manner. Opposite them was the director here.

"I am disappointed!"

Francisco looked over one by one, his eyes getting colder: "I'm very disappointed in you! Who can answer me why?"

Sheldon was full of confusion about the supervisor's attitude and questions. Why should he be disappointed in these children?

Seeing that no one answered, Francisco made a horrifying sneer, "Don't say yes? Then don't blame me!"

There was a sudden commotion among the young players. The manager was generally kind, but if his bottom line was touched, he would be unusually harsh or even extremely harsh.

Who knows what cruel methods he might come up with?

"Mr. Francisco, we were wrong!"

A brown-haired boy raised his hands and said, "We shouldn't gang up on the trial players."

After the boy finished speaking, many images flashed through Sheldon's mind, and he finally understood what was going on.

It's true that Lei Ou was defended and he didn't score a goal, but he passed a few good balls, but unfortunately no one was in place, and no one even came to respond when he got the ball.

It turns out that they couldn't stand Lei Ou's show of prestige and did it deliberately.

How stupid that I didn't see it!

Francisco nodded, "No matter who that person was before, no matter who that person will be in the future, he is in the same team with you now, and he is your teammate! Fighting for teammates, fighting for victory, this is football!"

"You should be punished if you do something wrong. Children, please don't blame me..."

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In the low-rent apartment, Su Mei stood in front of two portraits and said softly: "Sister, Lei Ou has grown up and doesn't listen to me anymore. What should I do?"

The last wish of my sister and brother-in-law was to let Thunder Owl enter La Masia, so even after trying so many times, they still didn't give up.

But when the opportunity came, Lei Ou was unwilling to try, and Su Mei felt guilty in front of her sister.

"Sister, brother-in-law, don't blame me. Gold shines wherever it is. As long as Lei Ou has good skills, he can still join the Barcelona team in the future."

After trying to persuade her for so long last night to no avail, Su Mei has given up.

The door was suddenly opened, and Lei Ou walked in, holding the contract in his hand.

"Signed?"

Su Mei grabbed the contract, took a look at it and said excitedly: "Twenty thousand monthly salary?"

Lei Ou shook his head slowly and said, "I haven't signed it yet. Auntie, please go out for a while."

"Where to go?" Su Mei asked.

"La Masia, go and settle the accounts!"

Lei Ou gave a light drink.