this is football

Black, long and curly, with brown skin and bright eyes.

It looks elegant and agile, which may be the inherent charm of Samba football.

Park Shichang suddenly sighed, "To be precise, it doesn't pose a threat to us."

Yes.

He is probably a crushing existence.

Lei Ou agrees with this point. South America produces geniuses. This is the consensus of the whole world.

The bus drove back to La Masia. The first day of the trip was over, just to show all the trial players the heritage, glory and culture of Barcelona.

This is more than just a club!

After dinner, the two returned to the dormitory. Park Shichang took out a bowl of noodles and a box of kimchi from his bag, and ate them happily.

"I didn't expect the food in La Masia to be so bad."

Seeing that Lei Ou didn't respond, he turned up the volume and said, "Do you think so?"

“I feel very good!”

Lei Ou's eyes fell outside the window, on the grass outside. The sun was setting in the west, and life was beautiful.

He didn't lie. For him, steak and seafood are definitely a sumptuous dinner.

Lei Ou turned his head and was suddenly stunned when he saw the box of pickles.

No matter what, it's better than a pickle like you, right?

"Try it, it's delicious." Park Shichang was very enthusiastic.

Lei Ou shook his head and said seriously: "The pickled radish is not that delicious."

Park Shichang's mouth twitched for a while, and then he made an expression that you didn't understand.

After resting for a while, when the lights first came on, Lei Ou changed into sportswear and went out for a run.

The feeling of running on the court is completely different from that on the beach. It is relaxing and you can smell some faint smell of grass.

Lei Ou suddenly thought of his black friend. He not only smelled it, but also chewed it.

I don’t know what it tastes like!

There is an old saying in China: Cao Cao has arrived.

There was sudden movement behind Lei Ou, and then the black friend ran over, and the two of them walked side by side.

Getting closer to him, Lei Ou had a deeper understanding, as if he felt a sense of oppression.

He should be about 1.85 meters tall and as strong as an ox.

The black friend laughed and then spoke in English. Fortunately, Lei Ou had learned some English vocabulary from his aunt and could barely communicate.

The black man's name is Mila, who is from Cameroon. He previously played football in the Netherlands and played as a center forward.

This is not strange. What Lei Ou doesn't understand is that he is only eighteen years old this year.

How mature can you be to this level at the age of eighteen?

"Bibi?" Mira said with a smile. When he smiled, he showed a pair of small white teeth, which looked silly.

"Can."

Lei Ou accepted the challenge, but soon regretted it. The guy's speed was unimaginable, and the game seemed to be over as soon as it started.

After finishing the short run, Lei Ou was a little unconvinced and asked to compete in the long-distance run.

Mira readily agreed, but Lei Ou lost again.

Not only does he have speed, but he also has endurance.

It's really different for those who have played professionally.

After winning the game, Mira did not show off or look very happy, but gently rubbed Lei Ou's head and then raised her thumb.

Lei Ou smiled and gave a thumbs up as well.

The sky was getting darker and darker, the moon climbed up the branches, and the two people sat on the grass in La Masia.

Mira looked up at the moon and smiled innocently, "It's so nice here!"

Lei Ou nodded seriously.

"Can I be your friend?" Mira turned around and asked, seeming a little shy.

How could such a strong man be shy?

Lei Ou smiled and nodded vigorously.

In this way, Lei Ou made his first friend on the first day he came to La Masia.

Early the next morning, Lei Gull was still running.

Without any agreement, the two came to this lawn again.

fate?

no.

Two people who work hard will always meet.

The trial training started today. All the young players were divided into echelons. Eleven players including Lei Ou and Park Shichang came to a lawn alone.

U16 head coach Royce introduced the content of the trial training these days. Simply put, it tests the players' various abilities, such as dribbling, passing, shooting, defense, speed, etc.

There will be a game on the last day to test the overall ability and quality, and then it will be announced who will go and who will stay.

The content of today's trial training is dribbling skills, one of the most important basic skills for a player, which can even determine a player's upper limit.

Some rely on talent and some rely on hard work in the later stages.

Royce, with a big belly, sat on the grass with a pen and notebook in his hand, recording the players' performance.

The first item was to dribble the ball through obstacles. Brazilian Rudy volunteered to take the first place. He was seen walking the ball freely through the obstacles, as if they did not exist, and his speed did not decrease.

As he performed, exclamations sounded in time.

"Holy crap! How is that possible?" Park Shichang said in disbelief.

He thought his dribbling skills were already very good, but there was no way to compare with him.

He was mentally prepared. This Brazilian must be particularly talented, but he didn't expect to be so good.

I am ashamed of myself and dwarfed by myself.

Lei Ou frowned and stared at Rudy without blinking. While shocked, he paid attention to the dribbling skills.

I have seen many dribbling masters on TV, but they are never as real as this.

"Don't look at it, we can't learn it. This is fucking talent." Park Shichang said angrily.

Rudy finished his performance quickly and finally picked up the ball and kicked it directly to the feet of the second trial player.

"What are you showing off? It's not for passing the ball." Park Shichang said angrily, but he was convinced in his eyes.

"There is nothing that cannot be learned. As long as you are diligent and willing to work hard, even if you cannot learn everything, you can still learn part of it. It will be enough to be useful."

Lei Ou said calmly, while recalling the scenes of Rudy dribbling the ball in his mind.

Royce's eyes retracted and fell on the notebook. Although he only did one of them, he scored on Rudy's dribbling ability.

86 points!

"The score is not high!" Puyol suddenly sat down next to Royce, looked at the score and joked.

"Not high? Mr. Puyol, he is only sixteen years old." Royce defended.

Puyol laughed: "When Messi was 13 years old, his dribbling ability was better than him."

"Messi..."

Royce smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Can there be a Messi in fifty years?"

There have been many talented players in La Masia before, known as Messi from Spain, Messi from England, Messi from Japan, etc.

But in the end they all died.

Puyol put away his smile and said: "I'm afraid the only good thing Fidel did was to bring Rudy to La Masia."

Rudy was discovered by Fidel.

Royce nodded: "I hope Rudy lives up to expectations."

After watching the Brazilian's performance, Puyol stood up and said: "How about I go to U18 to see that monster? Is he worthy of his name or not?"