Sports God

Chapter 96 World class above the ankle

This amateur game, from the 10th minute onwards, turned into a two-person performance.

Goal shootout.

Drake gets the ball, Drake breaks through, Drake passes, Drake shoots, the ball goes in!

Chu Chao took the ball, Chu Chao waded over, Chu Chao withstood the double-teaming of the two, Chu Chao shot, and the ball went in!
The scene once became extremely ugly.

For others, no experience.

There was no room for experience.

The gap between amateur players and professional players is like... top players crushing lower leagues.

For example, in the Middle East, Ronaldo scored a hat-trick in less than half an hour. He is so strong, playing and playing, very happy.

The players on the field began to lie flat one after another, and more and more handed over the ball to Chu Chao.

Chu Chao fired infinitely.

Shoot how you want.

Nine Guarantees One.

All ten people on the field are on show, only the goalkeeper is being beaten.

In this game, Chu Chao played very well.

He started trying various shots.

Long shots, volleys, headers, ground cuts, curveballs, falling leaves (not well controlled)...

After halftime, the cumulative number of shots reached [-] times.

Got seven.

On the opposite side, Drake was more efficient and scored nine.

Extremely exaggerated score.

At 45 minutes into the half, the little dreadlocks stopped the game in time, and there was an intermission.

……

Douglas couldn't wait to rush into the arena, excitedly wanting to give Chu Chao a hug.

It's just... Chu Chao held his head down again.

"do not……"

he:……

"Chu, go play in Europe, I will give you a contract that you cannot refuse!"

"Starting from a weekly salary of [-]!"

He shouted sharply.

Body monster, potential new star!
absolute!
Although the skills are definitely not as good as those South American teenagers, this body is properly crushed, well, it is very suitable for the Premier League.

Not to mention, for a few moments, he really saw a bit of Harland in Chu Chao.

It's hard to imagine that Asians have such fierce muscles.

It is even more difficult to imagine that he can still have such a fast speed with such developed muscles.

Chu Chao smiled.

"Then I have to wait until I'm eighteen years old."

He answered in poor spoken English.

Douglas: ...

"How old are you?"

"sixteen."

"Fake!"

Non-EU players must be at least [-] years old to receive a professional contract.

This fucking sixteen?
The face is indeed sixteen's face, but he thought it was an Asian looking tender, this body, is this a 16-year-old body?

Well, monsters, you can't use common theories.

"I think of Chu Chao in the gym for the first time. He squats 170KG and is steady. At that time, I thought that he was a weightlifter. I found out later that he is a long-distance runner."

The little dreadlocks chattered to Douglas.

The words should be in French, but Chu Chao really didn't understand.

He glared at him dissatisfied.

"speak English!"

"I can understand it!"

He shrugged, sorry to explain: "Oh, I compliment you, talking about the first time we met, your squat strength."

A mixed expression of excitement and pain appeared on Douglas' face at the same time. The excitement was because of the discovery of the treasure, and the pain was because the treasure would take at least a year to open.

However, he quickly adjusted his mentality.

"I will contact you for trial training."

"Top clubs, all top clubs in the five major leagues!"

"Chu, trust me, I will get the highest price contract for you!"

There is no solution to the age limit, so we can only take advantage of this year to make more choices.

With plenty of time, there are of course more options to choose from.

Chu Chao looked at him with a smile: "Of course, I accept any trial training."

It's nothing more than a plane ticket.

If Douglas can really help him knock on the door of the rich and make an unrefusable price, then it doesn't matter.

……

"What are they talking about?"

Azu looked at Lu Man, and the scumbag stared expectantly at the top student.

Lu Man's eyes were a little shocked: "The agent said that if he wants to help Chu Chao contact the trial training of the five major leagues, he will be provided with a professional contract with a weekly salary of no less than [-] pounds. However, Chu Chao is not yet eighteen. One year old, you have to wait until you are eighteen years old before you can log in."

Azu: ...

"It's awesome."

"Is it really that strong?"

Lu Man smiled sweetly: "Didn't you see it?"

The two looked at each other, and then looked at Bai Xiaolu together.

White Xiaolu:? ? ?

What are you looking at me for?
Still use this look!
Her face turned red instantly, and she pursed her lips lightly, speechless, but shy and proud, proud and restrained.

Do you think I am very happy?
Still pretty unbearable, okay?

"Don't look..."

she said quietly.

Azu coughed tactically, looked away, and went to the sidelines to get water.

Lu Man blushed a little, but said: "Xiaolu, I will borrow your boyfriend later."

White Xiaolu:? ? ? ?
She was stunned.

Would you like to hear what you're saying?
Can this still be borrowed?

How to borrow?
She was a little ashamed and wanted to turn her face.

"I'm talking about... muscular lines. I want to ask him to be a model for me. I want to paint. It will definitely be a perfect work. It's not a nude model... Of course, if he and you don't mind, I'm fine."

Bai Xiaolu suddenly came back to his senses.

Oh, she is an art student.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with making such a request.

"This... you have to ask him."

Lu Man laughed out loud, and wrote lightly: "I'm joking, are you serious?"

……

Before the start of the second half.

Douglas explained a few words to Drake, asking him to try more one-on-one confrontation with Chu Chao.

Drake nodded in agreement.

So, he gave up his position as a striker, shrunk back to his own half, and was close to Chu Chao.

Chu Chao also had this intention.

The belly can't test his own strength. Although Drake is not a professional defensive player, his fundamentals are there.

You can touch it.

Chu Chao tried to dribble past him once.

People passed by.

The ball did not pass and was destroyed by him out of the baseline.

A few minutes later, Drake also tried to break through Chu Chao.

His technique is very agile, and both the man and the ball have passed.

But Chu Chao turned around very quickly, hurriedly defended, caught up quickly, sought a shoulder confrontation, knocked him off balance, staggered a few steps, and lost the ball.

Derek spread his hands, stood where he was, and smiled helplessly.

Faced with this kind of double crushing of strength and speed, it really is... There is no solution.

ugly!

Ugly monster!

His skills are as bad as shit, and he plays football with his body!
He thought of a metaphor: If Balotelli is world-class below the neck, Chu Chao is world-class above the ankle.

Fake!

Honestly, really jealous.

If I have such a body, it may be no less than Mbappé.

How could God give such a physical gift to an Asian?

……

Throughout the second half, the two were constantly one-on-one, feeling the pressure on each other.

Chu Chao had a clearer judgment on his strengths and weaknesses.

Physical fitness, world class.

I can keep running!

Strength, speed, he is top-notch.

Many times, I can pass the ball to myself three seconds later!
Physical confrontation, you can run rampant, bully on the court, and you don't have to worry about the risk of injury.

This in itself is already defiant enough.

As for...

Technology and awareness, so-so, very so-so.

The muscle memory given by the system cannot perfectly cope with the ever-changing and fierce competition, and requires more training and formal competition experience.

It mainly depends on the intensity of the game.

After the game ended, Chu Chao was not interested in watching the score, and neither did everyone.

Finally, accompany these two uncles to finish the game.

Not interesting.

It's almost like coming to the stadium as a spectator.

……

"Chu, I have a bold idea..."

"Do you want to go to a South American club to train for a year before moving to Europe? Brazil? Argentina?"

"The work on your feet needs more training in the game."

Douglas had another proposal.

This is a very good training route.

Chu Chao glanced at him, smiled and shook his head.

"My goals this year are the Marathon Grand Slam and the IAAF Diamond League."

Douglas: ...

Fark Marathon!
Fark Dash!

The god of football blesses you so much, can't you be more specific?

……

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(End of this chapter)