As everyone knew, Wenger was famous for nurturing young talents and was good at digging out small demons.
The talented teenager, Fàbregas, had been chosen by him and brought over from La Masia. At the age of 16, he had already established himself in the First Team!
He was like a role model, inspiring the lads in the training base.
Everyone wanted to become famous at a young age and play for the First Team!
Therefore, everyone put in a lot of effort during training, as if they were on steroids.
Lin Xuan was practicing short passes with a tall black player. His eyebrows were a little funny, a little like Crayon Shinchan.
In fact, a few years later, this big black man had indeed earned the nickname of "Crayon Shin-chan" in the country.
Lin Xuan, who was familiar with European football, was no stranger to him.
Although he was now a simple-minded young man, Djouroux had already played in the First Team before.
From the start of this season, he would have a firm foothold in the First Team.
Soon, he would grow into the backbone of Arsenal and the Swiss national team's defense.
This was John Djourou.
Djoup worked hard on the short pass because he was too excited.
In order not to pick up the ball, Lin Xuan had no choice but to stop the football at his feet!
After a few times, Julu realized that he had used too much strength and was a little embarrassed.
"I'm sorry, brother. The news just spread too much. But your stopping of the ball is really awesome!"
The big black man gave him a thumbs up.
Not only him, but the other youth players around him also changed their views of Lin Xuan.
Juruna's silly pass was too strong and he was almost shooting!
Everyone thought that Lin Xuan would stop 10 meters away!
Unexpectedly, the Asian man stopped the ball at his feet!
They had never been able to do it so easily since they were young!
This was a strong opponent!
The players in the middle and front were especially wary of Lin Xuan.
Bendtner also looked at Lin Xuan in a new light.
"Hmph, his skills are not bad. I hope he can pass a few good balls to me later.”
Finally, it
was time for the exciting confrontation training.
Lin Xuan, Djourou, and Bendtner were divided into a group and put on fluorescent vests.
Lin Xuan was not a diehard fan of Arsenal, so he did not know anyone in this group.
Apart from Bendtner and Djourou, there seemed to be Gibbs as well.
The rest were all unfamiliar faces and had no idea about their technical characteristics.
However, it didn't matter. Lin Xuan didn't rely on predicting the future for a living anyway.
No matter what the opponent was like, he just had to perform well!
Beep! The
assistant coach blew the whistle for the match, and Lin Xuanfang kicked off.
As soon as the ball started spinning, Lin Xuan immediately felt the difference.
They were all 15 or 16-year-old teenagers. No matter how strong those guys in school were, they would be beaten to a pulp in this youth training field.
Whether it was in terms of basics, techniques, physical fitness, tactical knowledge, or understanding of the game, the gap between them could fill the entire Milky Way.
Arsenal's players were already playing decently.
The fluency of the passing game could vaguely see the shadow of the First Team.
You're really something, Wenger!
Perhaps these players were unfamiliar with Lin Xuan, or they didn't trust Asians.
In the beginning, Lin Xuan rarely had the chance to touch the ball.
Moreover, due to the position conflict, he was arranged to be on the left flank.
Under the tight defense, there was no good chance to break through. To be safe, it was better to return to his teammates.
Because Lin Xuan knew that soccer was a team sport.
Compared to individual adventurers, coaches preferred players who executed tactics and knew how to cooperate.
After playing for about 10 minutes, the score was still 0:0. The situation was a little anxious.
At this moment, Lin Xuan noticed from the corner of his eye that the coaching staff of the first team had come to the sidelines to observe.
One of them had a head full of silver hair, a high nose bridge, deep eye sockets, and a frown.
He was here!
Wenger was here!
When they saw the big Boss come to the sidelines, the young men on the court became even more excited.
All of them were exceptionally enthusiastic.
Of course, the situation didn't seem right.
Everyone wanted to actively perform. Even if there was no one marking them within a 10-meter radius around their teammates, they would not pass the ball!
He had to bury his head and dribble the ball crazily to show off his skills.
In the end, it was a hasty anti-aircraft cannon that ended the attack.
The ugly scene made Wenger frown.
"As expected of a young man. He's driven but brainless.”
"It can't be helped. Everyone's been through this. There are too few young people like Cesc (Fàbregas).”
Wenger then observed the players 'performance one by one and then communicated with the assistant manager.
"Eh, who's that Japanese? When did you arrive?"
After looking for a moment, Wenger suddenly saw a black-haired Asian face on the field.
As he had once coached Nagoya Whale Eight in the J League for a period of time, he subconsciously thought that the young man was Japanese.
The assistant manager was also dumbfounded. He called the youth training director over.
"Liam, who is that Japanese?”
"Japanese? We didn't…Wait, you're talking about Lin, right? He was from China and had just come for a trial yesterday.”
"Chinese?"
Wenger was slightly stunned.
This was completely out of his expectations, and at the same time, it aroused his curiosity.
Wenger knew that Freddy would not randomly recruit anyone for trial training. There must be something special about this Chinese lad.
The professor crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes as he carefully observed Lin Xuan.
At this moment, his teammate's attack on the right was blocked. He was forced to do a wide range shift.
The football crossed the field and finally flew towards Lin Xuan!
The opportunity had come!
Thank
you, Mas Aurora! Thank you for the flowers!
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