After Paris Saint-Germain was removed from the list, I led England to victory!

After the video call with Lin Jianwei ended.

Yan Yuan let out a long breath.

"This Xiaolin, really, he doesn't take care of his health at all."

Yan Yuan has started to become a bit disrespectful.

Lin Jianwei was referred to as Xiao Lin.

He rubbed his slightly sore eyes and looked out at the night sky.

Today was a very busy and fulfilling day. First, I took online classes, then reviewed the competition, and then chatted with my senior.

I did everything, but I forgot to exercise.

"No, I need to move around." Yan Yuan muttered to himself, standing up from his large desk and stretching languidly, his bones cracking slightly.

He walked to the entryway and swiped his finger across the smart home control panel.

In an instant, all the lights inside and outside the villa turned on one after another.

Ground lights and tree spotlights in the garden, wall lights on the porch, in the living room, dining room, hallway...

Yan Yuan pushed open the floor-to-ceiling glass door, and the cool night breeze from the backyard, carrying the scent of grass and earth, rushed in, instantly invigorating him.

The backyard of the villa.

A meticulously manicured lawn gleamed with a glossy green under the lights, surrounded by low shrubs and a few graceful maple trees.

This is the villa's private training ground, a miniature version of a football field.

There were no noisy stands, no deafening shouts, only him and the football at his feet.

Yan Yuan took off his comfortable loungewear, changed into a simple gray sweatshirt and black athletic shorts, and even kicked off his slippers.

After leaving the villa, I walked barefoot on the cool, dewy grass.

A primal, grounded feeling, a direct connection to the earth, rises from the soles of your feet.

This feels pretty good.

He bent down and picked up a brand new soccer ball from the basket.

The moment your fingertips touch the leather, it feels like your blood is flowing faster.

Yan Yuan's restless spirit was awakened.

This restlessness is ingrained in his very being.

Yan Yuan's parents, Dad and Mom, are typical "struggling generation".

Yan's father started from scratch in his early years, running a foreign trade company. He traveled between England and China, moving goods, processing orders, negotiating, and entertaining clients. He was always out in the wind and rain and hardly had any real days off.

Yan Ma worked her way up from the hustle and bustle of Birmingham's Chinatown, starting as a kitchen helper, then becoming the head chef, and eventually taking over a shop to run her own brand. She would get up before dawn every day to prepare ingredients and only be able to drag her tired body home at night.

Yan Yuan started helping his mother when he was very young, washing and preparing vegetables and serving dishes.

When he got a little older, he went with his father to the warehouse to help count the goods and move boxes.

His childhood experiences honed Yan Yuan's character and forged his restless personality.

He was used to being busy, used to sweating, and used to finding a sense of value and existence in his efforts.

For Yan Yuan, a comfortable rest is not a reward.

Instead, it's an unbearable emptiness.

Just like now, even though it's late at night, even though I've just had a day of intense brainstorming.

Yan Yuan's body instincts still called for running and competing on the sports field.

Tonight, there are no sparring partners, no teammates, and no opponents.

On the lawn of the villa, he was all alone, with only a rolling ball at his feet.

But that doesn't stop him from moving around.

After some simple stretching and joint exercises, Yan Yuan began practicing.

We started with freestyle moves.

The first one is his phoenix tail spiral.

Yan Yuan gently flicked the ball with the inside of his right foot, and it obediently rolled to the left front. Then, he deftly tapped it with the heel of his left foot, and the ball changed direction instantly as if by magic, drawing a strange arc and bypassing the imagined defender!

The movements were light and fluid.

Immediately afterwards, Yan Yuan flicked the ball up with the instep of his right foot, sending it over his head. Just as the ball was falling, he flicked it back and up with the heel of his left foot!

The ball traced a beautiful parabola and landed precisely in front of me!

This fancy move is Neymar's signature move, the Mexican wide-brimmed hat.

Then, the ball was still in mid-air before it fell.

Yan Yuan easily caught the ball with his right foot.

Then, the ball rolled rapidly between his feet, his right foot circling the ball once, followed closely by his left foot, the movement as fast as lightning.

The ball seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, never leaving his feet!

His dazzling ball control showcases unparalleled ball control and ankle flexibility.

This is a relatively basic ATW move in freestyle routines.

After the ATW ended, the ball was juggled up by Yan Yuan again.

When the ball reached knee height, Yan Yuan quickly flicked his right ankle outward, feigning a breakthrough to the right, then instantly twisted his ankle inward, pulling the ball back to the left!

Then repeat the same action.

The cow tail feint was completed in the air three times in a row.

This is one of Di Maria's freestyle moves, a series of aerial cow tails!

Strive for perfection in every movement and practice repeatedly.

After finishing his fancy warm-up, Yan Yuan began training that was closer to actual combat.

He dribbled the ball quickly across the lawn, using feints, changes of direction, and changes of speed to get around the training cones.

Sometimes he strides forward with long strides, sometimes he takes quick, short steps; his movements are perfectly coordinated with the ball.

I've practiced dribbling enough, now it's time to practice shooting.

Yan Yuan placed several small, movable goalposts at different angles and distances.

Run-up, swing leg, volley! The ball, whistling through the air, precisely nestled into the corner of the goal!

Inside-of-the-foot curler, outside-of-the-foot shot, powerful shot with the instep, sepak takraw backflip shot...

Various shooting methods were used in turn, like precise missile launches.

After enjoying shooting, Yan Yuan then thought about practicing his ball control.

But controlling the ball requires someone to feed it to you.

What do you do if no teammates pass you the ball?

Yan Yuan has a solution.

He walked to the sturdy training wall in the villa, which was reinforced with special materials.

Take a few steps back, take a deep breath, tighten the arch of your right foot, and strike the ball hard!

"Bang!" A muffled sound.

The ball slammed into the wall like a cannonball!

The rebounding ball, carrying immense power and spin, hurtled back.

Yan Yuan instantly adjusted his body, either lifting his foot to absorb the force, using his chest to cushion the impact, or using his thigh to stop the ball...

With each stop, he strives to keep the rapidly bouncing ball firmly under his feet.

His movements were clean and crisp, demonstrating top-notch ball control and body coordination.

boom! boom! boom!

The sound of the ball hitting the wall was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, like the beat of a drum.

Sweat trickled down Yan Yuan's cheeks and neck, dripping onto the grass.

His breathing became increasingly heavy, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and the energy in his body seemed inexhaustible, making him more and more energetic with each practice!

Every successful ball control and every precise shot brings immense satisfaction and a sense of power.

Final ball control practice.

Yan Yuan retreated to a position further away from the wall.

He took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the center of the wall.

Take a running start! Plug your supporting foot firmly!

The instep of his right foot struck the lower half of the ball hard!

"Bang—!!!"

He used all his strength in that kick!

The ball, with unprecedented power and speed, slammed into the wall like a cannonball.

The sound of the impact was deafening!

The ball bounced back with even greater speed and at a higher angle!

This time the trajectory is higher and more volatile than ever before!

Yan Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

According to his previous habits, he should have quickly stepped forward and used his chest or thigh to control the ball.

But in that instant, an extremely bold, even somewhat insane, idea flashed through his mind like lightning!

"Let's try a header this time, without stopping the ball!"

Yan Yuan made the decision almost instinctively.

His body moves faster than his mind.

He accurately predicted the ball's landing point and quickly took two small steps back!

Just as the ball reached its highest point, it began to fall.

When it was still more than two meters above the ground.

Yan Yuan's legs, like springs compressed to their limit, suddenly pushed off the ground!

He only needed two short, yet explosive, running starts!

His body shot up from the ground like an arrow released from a bow.

The core strength of the waist and abdomen explodes instantly.

The person stretched out in the air to the extreme, like an eagle spreading its wings.

Neck muscles tensed, head tilted back, eyes fixed on the falling ball!

Shake your head!

The ball struck the center of his forehead with the force and precision of a hammer blow, hitting the lower middle part of the ball hard and accurately!

"Bang!!!"

This was a louder and more deafening sound than any previous impact!

The ball was given tremendous power.

It changed direction instantly, transforming into a blurry white shadow, and shot straight at the glass back door of the villa at terrifying speed.

"Splash splash splash splash!!!"

A sharp, piercing sound of shattering glass rang out.

The huge, sturdy floor-to-ceiling glass door was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks the moment the ball hit it!

Immediately afterwards, the entire glass panel collapsed with a crash.

The entire glass door shattered into pieces.

Yan Yuan landed steadily, his feet firmly planted on the grass.

He remained frozen in place, his head still in the same position, his eyes wide open, staring in disbelief at the mess before him!

"Holy crap..."

Yan Yuan subconsciously swore.

He was completely stunned by the power and damage of his header.

The height of the jump, the explosive force, and the overwhelming power that surged through my forehead upon impact...

It far surpasses any of his header practice sessions on the training field.

Yan Yuan even felt that the quality of that header was even higher and more powerful than his header goal against Wolves in the previous match!

Just as Yan Yuan was shocked by the scene before him and the sensations he felt in his body.

The dormant system interface in my mind suddenly popped up automatically without warning.

[System Prompt]: A breakthrough in the host's heading ability has been detected.

[Latest Heading Attribute Rating]: S+

"S+?!" Yan Yuan gasped.

His heading ability has actually broken through the S-level and reached an unprecedented S+.

This...this is simply a qualitative leap!

No wonder it felt so different just now.

No wonder that door broke.

Yan Yuan has been practicing his heading ability a lot lately in order to max out his heading accuracy with Cristiano Ronaldo.

I never expected to master it tonight.

He looked down at his hands, then touched his still slightly numb forehead, and felt an indescribable shock welling up inside him.

But, as happy as I am.

Yan Yuan looked at the glass door that had been smashed to pieces and gave a helpless, bitter smile.

He carefully walked around the shards of glass scattered on the ground, his bare feet stepping on the cold stone steps, and returned to the house.

Then, Yan Yuan found a pair of thick slippers and put them on.

I grabbed a broom and dustpan and carefully cleaned the relatively safe area along the edge of the porch to avoid stepping on broken glass.

Looking at the huge hole and the mess on the ground, he took out his phone and dialed his father's number.

Yan's dad is a night owl; he's still awake at this hour.

"Feed? Dad?" Yan Yuan's voice carried a hint of guilt and helplessness as the call connected.

"Um... I need to tell you something... I... I think I... smashed the glass door to the backyard..."

There was a two-second silence on the other end of the phone, followed by Yan's father's voice, which was filled with confusion and amusement.

"It's smashed? How did you crash it? Did you hit it with your car?"

"Uh...no..." Yan Yuan touched his nose, a little embarrassed, "It was...hit with a header..."

"A header?!" Yan's father's voice suddenly rose, filled with disbelief. "You practiced headers at home? And you even shattered a glass door?! You brat... is your head made of iron?!"

"Hehe, Dad... well..." Yan Yuan quickly made an excuse, "It was just during practice... I didn't control my strength... it was an accident... purely an accident. I have to fly to the training camp first thing tomorrow morning. Could you find someone to fix this glass door for me?"

Yan's father's voice, a mixture of laughter and tears, came from the other end of the phone.

"Alright, alright... you brat! Always causing me trouble! Are you alright? Did you cut your foot on the glass?"

"It's alright, it's alright! I'm perfectly fine!" Yan Yuan quickly replied.

"It's good that everyone's alright. Leave the glass door to me. I'll find someone to fix it for you tomorrow. You should hurry up and get ready. It's already this late, so don't bother with anything else. Go wash up and get some rest. Be on time for your flight tomorrow!" Yan's father instructed.

"Alright, Dad, you should get some rest too!" Yan Yuan hung up the phone and let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at the broken glass door and touched his forehead.

What would an S+ header look like?