A sliding tackle at the beginning, I am a star in Great Britain

Chapter 10 A Little Embarrassment in the Morning!Surprised everyone in the training match?
In the early morning, Wang Shen was awakened by a hasty knock on the door.

"what happened?"

Wang Shen, who was wearing a dinosaur doll pajamas, opened the door sleepily, and saw Isabella standing at the door in a cool outfit.

"Look, look, it's all praise for you."

Before Wang Shen understood the situation, Isabella had already pushed him into the bedroom and threw a thick stack of newspapers on the bed.

The Times at the top proclaimed:

Manchester United U18 teenager breaks the record for the youngest goal scorer in the Premier League!
The subtitle is:
Attention national team!He has English nationality!

Seeing these contents, Wang Shen was not sleepy on the spot.

"Is this all about me?" Wang Shen asked.

"Of course, I've sorted everything out, just take a look."

Isabella leaned forward as if asking for credit, half of her body was pressed against Wang Shen's right side, and she opened the next newspaper with her right hand.

When Wang Shen was leaned on by Isabella, little Wang Shen woke up on the spot. Fortunately, the pajamas that Aunt Selena bought for him were loose and thick, which avoided embarrassment.

The Guardian: Chinese teenager breaks record?Whether it was an accident or due to strength, this remains to be verified!

The Daily Telegraph: At 16 years and 213 days, Wang Shen broke the record for the youngest goal scorer in the Premier League, but Grant was committing a crime!

Manchester Evening News: Manchester United's U18 genius Wang Shen broke the record for the youngest goal in the Premier League. Manchester United's new Keane?
The Sun: The 16-year-old, 213-day-old prodigy broke the record for the youngest goal scorer in the Premier League, but Manchester United has no place for him!

……

Read the newspapers one by one, my good fellow, have I swiped the screen in the English newspapers?
"Xiao Shen, is your clothes broken?"

Just when Wang Shen was complacent.

"Wait……"

Wang Shen hurriedly stopped it, but there was nothing to stop it.

Wang Shen: ...

Isabella: ...

Embarrassment ensues.

Isabella, who was awakened by the swelling, blushed, turned around and left with a pooh.

Looking at Isabella's uneven back and listening to her murmur, Wang Shen only felt that he was more wronged than Dou E.

After washing up with grievances, he went downstairs, and his goal yesterday was being played on TV.

Breaking the youngest scoring record in the Premier League is indeed worthy of special mention, but TV is much more tactful than newspapers.

After all, judging from the video, Wang Shen's goal was more like a steal, and the host couldn't blow it too hard.

It's not a newspaper, one picture at the beginning, and the rest depends on editing.

"Let's rest for the first team this morning. I'll ask the driver to pick you up at noon."

Aunt Selena, who is wearing white trousers with hips wrapped around her lower body and a bright-colored suit on her upper body, said while eating breakfast.

"No, I'll take Isabella's car. I only played for one minute yesterday. I'm not tired."

Wang Shen is not going to rest, he still needs to rely on training to improve his attributes.

Selena gave Isabella a weird look, wondering why her daughter who was chattering all day was so quiet today.

Seeing her look, Isabella immediately nodded her approval, and did not mention the embarrassing scene in Wang Shen's bedroom.

After the meal, Isabella drove Wang Shen to the Carrington training base as usual. Both of them were silent on the road.

Wang Shen wanted to apologize, but he really did nothing wrong.

Isabella, on the other hand, was in a complicated mood. She glanced at Wang Shen with her big pretty eyes from time to time on the road, but she didn't say anything.

The embarrassment ended when Wang Shen got off the car. After he entered the locker room and changed his equipment, he went to the training ground alone to practice tackles.

After the training in the morning, the teammates arrived one after another at noon, and the restorative training in the afternoon.

Wang Shen still did not participate in the joint training and chose to train tackles alone.

After a day of training, the attributes skyrocketed like the previous few days.

Wang Shen returned home satisfied, but instead of doing yoga after dinner, he went into the villa's fitness room alone and began to exercise.

As a result, as soon as he masturbated for a while, Aunt Selena and Isabella followed. They turned on the TV in the fitness room and began to practice yoga while watching.

Wang Shen was also so happy. While looking good, he crazily pushed the iron until he was exhausted.

'Only strength has increased by 1 point. This player has only one attribute potential for skill growth?And is the increase so small? '

With such doubts, Wang Shen slowly fell asleep.

The gym in the dream reappeared, and on various equipment and equipment, there was a beach of fine nectar...

The next day, Wang Shen still practiced tackles in the morning.

His current tackle attribute has reached 88, and he wants to explore where the limit value of his tackle is.

In the afternoon, the team had to play a 20-minute training match. Wang Shen stopped training alone and started training with the team.

"If there is a chance in a while, Pogba, I will try to pass the ball with a scimitar. You have to be prepared to catch the ball on the left rib of the opposite penalty area."

Before the training match, Wang Shen found Pogba and said this, but Pogba looked at him like a fool.

Return the round moon scimitar?

Why don't you directly report Beckham's name?

He couldn't help but think otherwise. Before Beckham left the European arena, everyone thought that the heartthrob could only pass the ball.

But when he left the European arena, everyone discovered that only Beckham could pass the ball like that.

This is already an unquestionable public opinion, but you, Wang Shen, dare to say that. Who gave you the confidence?
But before he could speak contemptuously, Wang Shen had already turned around and walked towards the back position.

The coach acting as the referee blew the game whistle, and the yellow and green sides began to fight on the court.

The main team has many players returning today. Rooney wanted to take a long shot from outside the penalty area, but Wang Shen shot it out from a diagonal stab.

"Bang~"

With a sloppy sliding shovel, he directly shoveled the ball at Rooney's feet.

This tackle did not trigger his natal skill, but the tackle that had just risen to 91 still allowed him to easily stop Rooney's long-range shot.

In fact, when the value exceeds 80, Wang Shen's sliding tackles are already good. After 90, he feels that his tackles are as perfect as they are.

The ball was tackled away by Rooney, in order to stop his feet to protect Wang Shen, he turned around in a daze, and when he stabilized the center, he saw that Wang Shen had already dribbled the ball towards his own half.

"Have you always been this fierce, kid?"

He yelled at the back, but Wang Shen didn't have time to pay attention to it at all. He was ready to take the ball after he approached the center line.

It's not that he doesn't want to get closer to the opponent's goal, but that Anderson has already leaned forward, and Wang Shen doesn't have the strength to show off his footwork.

"Pogba, let's go!!!"

Wang Shen shouted loudly, and the football under his feet drew a banana-like arc, bypassing the midfield and going straight to the upper right corner of the opposite penalty area.

'I wipe, so accurate? '

This thought flashed through Pogba's mind, and his body rushed out.

His speed is not slow, and Wang Shen reminded him before the game, so he successfully grabbed the ball before Rafael.

"Oh!"

Without too much dribbling, Pogba caught the opportunity and shot directly. Lindegard in front of the goal barely made a save, but it was only empty.

Even in the training match, Pogba, who scored the goal, ran around excitedly, but the eyes of the players and coaches were all on Wang Shen, who was walking towards the midfielder.

Like, so much like...

No, not like, but exactly the same!
Sir Ferguson narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw the traitor's figure from Wang Shen's body in a trance.

The same handsomeness, the same defense without hesitation, the same long pass that shocks everyone...

"Damn king, how did your ball get out?"

After the celebration, Pogba roared out the hearts of everyone.

　Chapter twelve at noon!
　　Chapter eighteen in the afternoon!
　　See you soon, ask for a monthly ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)