He unleashed a world-class goal with a single kick; you're saying this is Su Chao?

The fourth week begins.

The number of people in the trial team was reduced from sixteen to nine.

Seven people failed the first three weeks of evaluation and were asked to withdraw.

Some players had tears in their eyes when they left, and stood at the entrance of the training base for a long time before finally dragging their suitcases away.

Chen Xun remembered him.

He performed well in the trial competition, even more impressive than him, but unexpectedly he was still eliminated!

This is the harsh reality of youth training.

Everyone has dreams, but not everyone can achieve them.

It could even be said that the vast majority of them wouldn't even make it out.

Looking at the remaining nine people in front of him, Zhou Guoliang suddenly spoke up: "This Friday, I will select one member from among you nine to join the official team."

He stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over each person's face.

"The selected players will begin training with the official team next week and participate in this year's competitions. Official team members receive a competition allowance and bonuses for winning games."

Chen Xun's eyes lit up.

What he needs most right now is money!

Choose one from nine!

A lot of pressure.

After several weeks of training, everyone knows each other well. Chen Xun's basic skills are only average, but with his speed and the occasional Robben cut inside, he can barely be considered in the top three.

Wang Yu, on the other hand, firmly held onto the number one position.

His skills are unmatched among the nine trial players.

night.

Chen Xun continued to practice.

My passing skills are just 2% away from perfect!

boom!

The ball was passed out and bounced back after hitting the wall.

The sound was exactly the same as it had been over nine thousand times before.

The moment Chen Xun received the ball, his ankle felt an unprecedented smoothness.

It felt like a sudden suction force was pulling on his ankle.

The moment the instep of the foot makes contact with the soccer ball is like the positive and negative poles of a magnet meeting.

[Ding! Passing proficiency +2%]

[Football Basics Package (Beginner) Passing: 100%]

[Congratulations, host! Your passing skill has reached the maximum level for beginner level.]

[Effect: Increases one-touch ball passing stability by 50%, reduces the probability of passes being intercepted by 20%, and reduces the deviation of long pass landing points by 30%]

……

It's finally full!

Chen Xun gasped for breath.

The cement wall opposite was covered with a dense array of ball marks.

These are the traces he left after joining the club a month ago.

I dedicate at least two hours every day, without fail.

He picked up the ball, hugged it to his chest, and looked down at his feet.

The fluorescent pink sneakers were filthy.

A month ago it was a pair of flashy sneakers, but now it looks more like a pair of combat boots that have come off the battlefield.

Chen Xun stood up.

He didn't go back to his dorm.

The passing game is complete, but there's also ball control and dribbling.

On the fourth night.

Ball control proficiency jumps to 100%.

That moment felt magical.

In the past, when he was parking a high-flying ball, he had to keep his eyes fixed on the ball's flight trajectory and quickly calculate the landing point in his mind.

Now that the ball is flying towards him, his body instinctively knows where to stand and what angle to use his ankle to catch it.

It doesn't feel like I've become stronger, but rather more natural!

On the sixth night, my dribbling proficiency exceeded 100%.

[The Football Basics Skills Pack (Beginner) is fully upgraded]

[Overall rating updated: D-level, official player]

[System message: You persevered through the most tedious tasks to the end; that's more impressive than talent.]

……

Chen Xun breathed a sigh of relief.

Now his basic skills are finally presentable for the U17 age group.

He put the ball back in the equipment room.

The gatekeeper was still watching anti-Japanese war dramas.

This scene depicts tunnel warfare. The militia captain crawls out from under the stove and shoots down the Japanese translator.

The old man was thrilled by what he saw.

……

Friday, 9:00 AM, training ground.

Zhou Guoliang stood in front of the nine people, holding a tactical board in his hand.

He was wearing a dark blue tracksuit today, with the zipper all the way up, making him look like a section of an iron tower.

The sunlight shone on his short, graying hair, making each strand stand straight up, as stiff as he was.

"The selection process is very simple!"

"It's an 8-on-8 competition, with all nine of you playing, plus seven members of the official team as practice partners. You nine will be divided into two teams."

His gaze swept over everyone.

"Wang Yu".

Zhou Guoliang suddenly called out names.

Wang Yu tensed up: "Here!"

"You'll lead the red team."

"yes!"

"Chen Xun".

Chen Xun's heart skipped a beat, and his body stiffened: "Here!"

"You'll lead the blue team."

Chen Xun was stunned for a moment.

The eyes of several trial team members all turned to him.

Why him?

In terms of technical skills, Wang Yu is widely recognized as number one.

In terms of experience, several of the trial players had played in city-level competitions.

In terms of seniority, Chen Xun was the last to arrive.

Why should he be the captain?

"Wang Yu will choose first, then Chen Xun will choose, and they will take turns."

Wang Yu took a step forward and turned to face everyone.

His first choice was that short midfielder, who was fast and had excellent footwork. He was Wang Yu's wingman when he was on the Blue Team.

It was Chen Xun's turn.

He glanced at the remaining seven people.

His gaze swept across every face.

Many people avoided eye contact, clearly not intending to give Chen Xun a choice.

Chen Xun chose a teammate he practiced with a lot.

Wang Yu's second choice was a center-back, who was 1.85 meters tall, good at heading, but slow at turning.

Chen Xun's second choice was a left-back, who was of average speed but had a good sense of positioning and was not easily out of position.

The two took turns selecting players, quickly dividing the remaining trial players into two teams.

On paper, the Red Team is clearly superior.

Wang Yu's midfield control, combined with his teammates' cooperation, makes their attacking tactics more diverse.

The Blue Team's attacking methods are relatively limited, mainly relying on Chen Xun's breakthroughs and crosses from the right wing.

In addition to the trial players, the official team also arranged seven sparring partners to fill the vacancies in both teams.

Mice were among them.

The red team added two full-backs and a defensive midfielder, while the blue team added a center-back, a goalkeeper, and a left winger.

The atmosphere changed immediately when these seven people arrived.

The official team members, dressed in matching blue training uniforms, walked with a confident stride.

A defensive midfielder from the official team was assigned to the blue team.

His name is Zhao Lei, he is eighteen years old, a local from Changzhou, and he has been a key player for the club for two years.

He paused for a moment when he saw the fluorescent pink sneakers on Chen Xun's feet, then smiled.

"You're the one who switched from track and field to soccer. I heard you're 100 meters in 10:90?"

Chen Xun nodded.

I never expected my name to spread so quickly.

Zhao Lei looked him up and down: "Speed ​​is indeed a good thing, but football isn't just about running fast."

Chen Xun had heard this sentence countless times.

He didn't explain: "I know, Lei-ge, please help me cover more often, my defense isn't very good."

Zhao Lei was stunned for a moment.

He probably thought Chen Xun would offer some explanation.

Unexpectedly, he directly admitted that his defense was not good and even took the initiative to ask for help.

This attitude left him speechless.

"You just keep charging forward, leave the rest to me."

Zhao Lei patted Chen Xun on the shoulder.

Before the match, the two teams began to plan their tactics and practice together.

Wang Yu's red team played a 4-2-2 formation, pressing high up the pitch. When attacking, the wingers would make forward runs, the center forward would spread the width, and Wang Yu would act as a pivot in midfield, while Wang Yu would orchestrate the attack.

They practiced this tactic many times in the trial matches.

In addition, the two full-backs who were brought in to the official team are fast and have strong attacking abilities.

The red team's attack was very successful.

On the blue team's side, Chen Xun and the newly added official members discussed a more pragmatic tactic.

The 3-3-2 formation involves the wingers dropping back to the midfield line when defending, compressing the overall formation and launching counter-attacks.

When attacking, focus on Chen Xun and use his speed and dribbling ability to create threats.

There is only one core logic to this tactic.

Maximize Chen Xun's advantage of being fast.

At the same time, it also concealed Chen Xun's defensive weaknesses.

After the winger drops back, he only needs to be responsible for supporting the defense on the flanks, while the defense in the middle is left to the defensive midfielder and center-back.