The next morning, the warm sunlight shone in, making Xuan a little dazed.
Didn't they say that England always had rainy days? There was actually such good sunlight?
Maybe it was the effect of the sunshine that Chu Xuan woke up in a good mood.
It was as if the haze in his heart in recent years was gradually showing signs of dissipating.
After washing up, she went downstairs. Uncle Three and his family had already gone out.
They left breakfast on the table, fried bacon, fried eggs, tomatoes, and milk oatmeal.
Xuan hastily finished his meal, changed into his jersey, and went out with his sneakers in his backpack.
He didn't want to stay in the house for even a second longer. Xuan only wanted to play football.
There were not many people in Sheffield, only a few pedestrians.
Following Chu Qianqian's direction, Chu Xuan walked for a few minutes, as if he really heard the noise.
"Someone is playing football!
Xuan's spirit shook and his feet quickened.
After turning around a row of residential houses, the view suddenly opened up!
A large green field appeared in front of Xuan!
According to Chu Qianqian, this was a community stadium in Sheffield City. Usually, it would be used to play football for the surrounding residents.
Sometimes, it would also be reserved by a level 8 amateur league club as a training ground.
It was around 9 in the morning, and the residents generally did not play football. There was a high chance that the amateur club was training!
The name of the club was very strange. It was called Stokes Bridge Park Steelers.
I've never even heard of it!
England's football system was very well developed. The country was divided into 11 levels of leagues, including the regional leagues, there were as many as 24 levels!
This also made the English football population so large that almost every little boy could play football.
Their spare time was also basically related to football, either watching the game or playing football.
Among them, the Premier League, which everyone was familiar with, was of course the highest level.
Next were the Champions League at Level 2, the First Division at Level 3, and the Second Division at Level 4.
Starting from the fifth level of the English Non-Professional League, they were already semi-amateur teams.
At the eighth level, it was the Northern Super League First Division, which was a completely amateur team.
On the court, the amateur team was in the midst of a group match.
There were not many people training on this amateur team, and many players still had jobs.
The remaining 20 players were divided into three teams and played a small 7v7 game.
Xuan stood at the sidelines and observed for a moment, smacking his lips in boredom.
Theoretically speaking, Xuan had experienced many things.
The 2005 World Youth Championship had gathered so many future world-class superstars!
Among them, the brightest star was the golden boy of the Argentina team, Leo Messi!
From then on, he would gradually bloom and ascend to the top of the world in the future, becoming the most dazzling existence!
In addition to Messi, there were also Mikel of Nigeria, Llorente of spain, Fàbregas, Pellet of Italy, and Babel of the netherlands.
Everyone was going to be famous in the world.
In fact, in that World Youth Championship, other than Messi, there was only one name that could compete for glory.
That was Xuan!
His performance received unanimous praise from the media of various countries.
A few high-level matches had broadened Xuan's horizons.
Unfortunately, after three years, Chu Xuan was standing on the sidelines of England's top eight team's training.
These amateur players had good basic skills, but they lacked enough practice and a certain amount of football talent.
That's right, those with talent had long been signed by the various professional teams. Who would want to spend their days in the mud?
If he was completely healthy, Xuan wouldn't even care about this level of competition.
Xuan originally planned to find a professional club in Sheffield.
In a few days 'time, he would go to England's Sheffield United, or England's Sheffield Three, for a trial.
What was the level 8 amateur league?
He could easily overtake anyone he started, and scoring goals was as easy as drinking water.
However, Xuan's advantage in speed was gone. In addition, after more than a year of neglect, his footwork had become rusty.
His understanding of tactics was not outstanding.
"So, I'm the same as an amateur player?”
Xuan helplessly realized the cruel reality.
A fat old man with a big belly and white sideburns noticed Xuan in a jersey.
The fat old man rolled his eyes and made a decision. Then he walked towards Xuan.
"I'm sorry, you've been watching on the sidelines for a long time. Do you want to play for a while?”
The fat old man narrowed his eyes and said lazily with a red nose.
"What?"
Xuan's English was average, and the fat old man spoke quickly with a Scottish accent.
He didn't hear a single word clearly.
The fat old man had no choice but to slow down."Do you play football?"
Xuan understood.
"Yes, I want to."
"Very good. After they leave the field, you can go up and play as the striker. "Our archer went to work in the factory…"
The old man saw Xuan's confusion and repeated."Later, you go up, vanguard!"
“OK，OK!”
Xuan was a little excited.
After not playing football for a long time, his heart itched. Even if the quality of the stadium was average, it was almost a vegetable field.
He was still very excited! He immediately took out his spiked shoes and put them on. He pressed his legs and did some warm-up exercises.
The fat old man crossed his arms and glanced at Xuan.
"Wow, this kid is quite professional. He was probably eliminated by some echelon.”
A moment later, a team was replaced.
The fat old man hooked his finger at Xuan.
"Asian boy! You, go on stage!"
Xuan looked at the green field in front of him, adjusting his jersey and taking a deep breath.
Then, he firmly stepped onto the field!
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