Awakening the Messi template, Florentino Pérez begs me to join Real Madrid

In the 81st minute, Wu Shi successfully intercepted the ball in midfield.

Two players from the Kyoto team came up to double-team them.

Wu Shi chose the most risky approach: he wanted to force his way through the two men.

The first change of direction allowed me to pass the first person.

The second spike, the second player extends their leg—

It tripped over Wu Shi's supporting foot.

Wu Shi fell heavily onto the grass, and the referee blew his whistle and showed him a yellow card.

The free kick is about 30 meters from the goal, slightly to the right.

Wu Shi got up and felt a stinging pain in his left ankle.

He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot; thankfully, he could hold on.

"I'll take it." He walked to the ball.

Conca stood on the other side of the penalty spot but did not object.

Run-up, kick.

The ball arced through the wall of players and then dropped.

It hit the top edge of the crossbeam and bounced off the baseline!

"ah--!"

The entire audience was filled with regret.

Wu Shi looked up at the sky and slapped his thigh hard.

[System: Free kick quality: 88/100. Luck: 0/100. Luck is also a form of skill.]

Time passed by, second by second.

In the 88th minute, Kyoto FC won a corner kick.

The ball was delivered to the far post, and in the ensuing scramble, Kyoto's center-back outjumped Tingting and headed the ball into the net!

1: 2!

Tianhe Stadium fell silent instantly, with only the away fans' wild cheers remaining.

With three minutes of added time, Evergrande launched a full-scale counterattack, but their attack was disorganized and chaotic.

Wu Shi attempted a breakthrough on the left wing but was intercepted by two defenders.

In his final attack, Muriqui's long-range shot went over the crossbar.

The final whistle blew.

1:2. Evergrande lost at home, relinquishing their top spot in the standings.

Takeshi stood there, watching the Kyoto team players celebrate, and watching his own teammates leave the field with their heads down.

In the stands, some fans had already begun to roar in anger:

"Sack him! Sack him! What kind of world champion coach is he?!"

"What the hell are you hitting?!"

"Is it even worth the ticket price?!"

"Greetings, you bastard!!!!!"

The broadcast camera focused on Ronaldo, who appeared to be an alien, and saw him gently shake his head.

"Don't overthink it. He's probably just disappointed with the result of the game, not with you."

"Of course, it could also be disappointment in you—who knows?"

The locker room was deathly silent.

There were only the sounds of panting and the dull thud of sneakers hitting the ground.

No one spoke; even Feng Xiaoting and Zhao Xuri, who usually loved to joke, remained silent.

Lippi was the last to come in and close the door.

The old man looked around and remained silent for a long time before speaking:

"The responsibility for the loss lies with me. The tactical arrangements and player selections were all my decisions."

He paused, then looked at Wu Shi: "Wu Shi made great adjustments in the second half, and that assist was crucial."

Then, turning to several national team players:

"But some players, your performance today is unworthy of this jersey, let alone the national team uniform."

"Get a good rest tonight," Lippi concluded. "Resume training tomorrow, and we'll review the video analysis in the afternoon."

Wu Shi sat in the corner, slowly untying his shoelaces. His left ankle was already a little swollen.

The team doctor came over to check: "It's nothing, just ice it. Rest for half a day and you should be fine."

Wu Shi nodded and took the ice pack.

His phone kept vibrating in the locker. He opened it; it was full of notifications:

Guangzhou Evergrande suffers a shock defeat at home, losing the top spot; Lippi's lineup and tactics questioned.

National team players seemingly sleepwalking; are the rising stars of the Chinese Super League revealing their true colors?

Wu Shi's assist couldn't save the day; his first start was a mixed bag.

Clicking on the last item, the article reads:

"...16-year-old Wu Shi provided an assist for Elkeson's goal from a corner kick in the second half, demonstrating impressive footwork and vision."

"But his defensive weaknesses and lack of experience were also glaringly obvious. Was Lippi pushing him into such an important position too early a case of forcing growth or a bold move? It's worth discussing."

That was quite polite.

Let's look at another one:

"Feng Tingting made defensive lapses, Zheng Zhi was substituted early due to exhaustion, and Zhang Linpeng repeatedly lost his position... The national team's defense collectively gifted goals tonight!"

The comment section has exploded:

"Has Lippi lost his mind? Putting a young player in such a crucial match?"

"At least Wu Shi had an assist, what were those national team players doing?"

"Losing to Kyoto is a huge blow to morale; this season is in jeopardy."

Wu Shi turned off his phone.

The shower room was filled with steam.

Wu Shi stood under the hot water, his eyes closed.

The system's voice echoed in my mind:

Match Summary:

Played for 90 minutes,

41 touches

28 successful passes

1 assist

2 key passes

2 steals

4 times

Overall rating: 6.9/10.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the defense is still terrible, the physicality is still weak, and the decision-making still occasionally goes awry. But—"

The system paused briefly, which was unusual.

"That corner kick assist in the second half was at a high professional level."

"You managed to handle the pressure and didn't break down. That's nothing to be ashamed of at 16."

"Of course, it's far from 'good'. But at least you've proven that you're not a fragile porcelain doll."

Wu Shi dried himself off and changed his clothes.

As he walked out of the locker room, he overheard several staff members whispering at the end of the corridor:

"I heard that at the post-match press conference, reporters gave Lippi a lot of tough questions."

"Those national team players were heavily criticized, and the media kept targeting them."

"Wu Shi wasn't really targeted much, after all, he's just a kid, and he even has an ally..."

Wu Shi lowered his head and walked quickly past.

Get in the car and leave the stadium.

Guangzhou's nightlife outside the window was just beginning, but he only felt tired.

My phone vibrated again; it was a message from my mother:

"You played well, get some rest. Losing one game is okay."

Wu Shi stared at the screen, his eyes getting hot.

He typed back, "Yeah, I'm fine."

The car drove into the night.

Wu Shi leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.

Every moment of the match replayed in my mind:

The embarrassment of being knocked down, the frustration of missing a shot, the relief after an assist, and the emptiness after losing the game.

And Ronaldo's head shake.

It was nearly midnight when I got back to the apartment.

"Activate the deep simulation chamber."

My consciousness sank into the pure white training field. The ball sat quietly in its familiar spot—thirty meters away, slightly to the right, almost exactly the same as the one I missed tonight.

"Extra training tonight: fifty free kicks," Wu Shi said.

"Did the loss affect you? But the extra training now is less about striving for improvement and more about venting your emotions."

The mature, sharp-tongued woman's voice remains, but the training program has already begun.

Wu Shi takes a running start and kicks the ball. The ball goes around the wall of players, but doesn't drop high enough, and goes over the crossbar.

"The curvature is insufficient."

The second time, the third time, the tenth time...

On the twenty-eighth attempt, the ball finally traced a perfect arc and fell into the top left corner.

[System: Barely passable. Remember how you felt just now. Etch these into your muscle memory.]

During a training break, Wu Shi suddenly asked, "When can we open up offensive and defensive practice? Not this kind of fixed human wall, but dynamic confrontation."

The system was silent for two seconds.

"Getting impatient? You think just practicing techniques isn't enough, and you want to experience real combat?"

[Current progress: Template integration is insufficient; unlocking the offensive and defensive practice module requires an integration level of 8.0% or higher.]

You still have a long way to go, little one.

Wu Shi didn't refute, and continued to arrange the balls.

End of fiftieth practice session

[This intensive training session has ended. Simulated physical exertion: 72%. It is recommended to replenish fluids and electrolytes promptly in real-life conditions.]

Before exiting the simulation chamber, Wu Shi asked one last question: "What's the current level of integration?"

Holographic interface unfolds:

[Template Integration Degree Settlement:]

[Base value: 5.0%]

[FA Cup Mission Completed: +0.1% (Base Reward)]

[FA Cup Bonus Performance: +0.2% (Leading the team to a comeback victory)]

[·Chinese Super League debut (starting): +0.1% (milestone)]

[Assists (National Top League): +0.1% (Key Contribution)]

Current integration level: 5.5%

System last-hitting:

"It went up 0.5% this month, not bad. At this rate, you'll be able to touch Messi's taillights in ten years. Keep it up!"