Europe.

England.

Merseyside.

Liverpool City.

Finch Farm - Harrywood Training Base.

“good-morning!”

When Long Shute had just recovered from his discomfort, he had already arrived at a remote countryside with a group of people. In front of him, a brunette ghost with raised eyes was happily spreading his arms to them.

He was covered with green weeds, and he could see towering barbed wire and rows of woods around him, which reminded him of the concentration camp in the movie.

Then... there is a plastic runway not far away. There are two strange-shaped white doors piled up in the weeds, and a white fishing net is tied behind the door.

Long Shute took a deep breath, his eyes were blurred, but his forehead started to hurt.

It seems that this is not April 7, 2017?

He seemed to have gotten off the plane just now?

These people... seem to be playing football?

What is football?

I never watch football. I only know that Curry has the best three-pointers. Messi and Ronaldo can't beat him together!

He looked down at his thin body and couldn't help but sigh.

Damn... With this outfit, I can't stand Cousins ​​and Anthony Davis at all!

Just as Long Shute was thinking, a man with long hair and thin face beside him pointed to the middle-aged man with light green eyes and introduced:

"This is the head coach of Everton Club, Mr. David Moyes, all asked him "

Four teenagers, including Long Shute, quickly bowed to Mr. Moyes, and shouted unevenly: "nice-to-meet-you,sir."

After all, they are all fifteen or sixteen years old, and they can still speak a few words in simple English.

The man called Moyes smiled and nodded, then muttered a few more words. He spoke very fast, and had a strong Scottish accent, and with his unique listening skills, he could only hear a few words.

Fortunately, they also have a translator here: "Mr. Moyes said, welcome us to Everton for trial training. It has a complete youth training system. The hardware facilities of the Everton training base are also the most advanced in England. I hope you like this place and hope that during these three months of life and training, you can have a deeper understanding and experience of football. Whether you can stay in Everton or not, it will be helpful to your future career."

Long Shute secretly curled his lips: This is really a tricky nonsense, it is almost the same as the welcome words that the university president would greet the freshman. It sounds enthusiastic, but it has no substantial content.

Moyes said a few more words to the previous man with a thin face, and then left the empty space.

Another younger man started to mumble again.

"This is Kevin Stey, the coach of Everton U15 Echelon. In the past three months, you will be training with Everton U15 Echelon players and participate in various activities at the club."

The translation conveys the coach's words word by word, and conveys them in a statement that Chinese people can understand:

"Everton's coaches and staff will try their best to teach you all the training methods in England. I hope it will be helpful to you. The training methods in China and the UK are very different. If you don't understand anything, you must communicate with the coaches. The physical fitness of English players is different from ours. Do not copy them..."

This long passage made Long Shute feel drowsy until the last sentence.

"After three months of training, the club will allow you to participate in a team match of u15 and decide whether to provide you with an apprenticeship contract based on your performance. You must perform well and seize this rare opportunity."

The last two sentences were obviously translated as their own advice.

Long Shute knew that such words were probably routine. Although he knew almost nothing about the football field, he knew at least one thing that the British would not have much favorable feelings for the Chinese, especially the football field originating from the British, and they would not take the Chinese seriously at all.

The Chinese football skills may not be as good as the British table tennis skills, and they will never be able to reach the elegance...

If it weren't for the sake of Li Tie and the Chinese sponsors behind him, how could Everton's Premier League powerhouse accept such meaningless sparring activities?

And... Li Tie himself has not even played for a minute in the first team of Everton due to injury in these two seasons. What opportunities can he and the sponsorship company have?

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"Little guys, this is the training ground for U15. You will train here with Coach Stee in the future, and it will be only one or two hundred meters away from our first team."

After saying goodbye to the coach, Li Tie, a first-team member, took his little brothers to visit the training base.

“This is a restaurant, and all echelons can eat here.”

“This is the gym.”

"This is a physiotherapy room, next door is a team doctor's studio, and there are also libraries and electronic reading rooms, where there is a computer for free access to the Internet."

"This is the warehouse. After training every day, you have to help the coach clean up the field, and then send football, pyramids and other training equipment here."

"That small building is an office building, and coaches from all echelons usually come here."

"This is the first team's lounge. If you have any questions, you can find me."

"This area is the dormitory of the young players, but most of the young players' homes are nearby, and only a small number of people will stay here. This room belongs to you, just four people per room," Li Tie pushed open the door, "High and low shops, you can allocate it yourself."

As the leader of the young player trial team, Li Bing looked at the facilities in the room and nodded with a smile: "Everton's accommodation conditions are much better than those in domestic high schools. There are TVs, washing machines, separate bathrooms and showers. I will send the photos to your parents to reassure them."

Long Shute said silently: He has no parents or relatives in this world, and no one will worry about him.

After Li Bing took the photographer to take pictures of the entire room and leave, Li Tie took out four small machines from his backpack.

"I don't have any gifts for my brother, so I bought a few latest gbas," he smiled and distributed them to the four teenagers. "These are game cards, you can play with them instead, and you can relieve boredom when you are bored."

After all, the 14-5-year-old boy was still a child. When he saw the game console, he always shone with his eyes and thanked Li Tie. Long Shute, who was actually a teenager older than them, was not interested in this backward handheld console that was more than ten years ago.

After Li Tie left, the other three quickly selected their favorite game cards, and there were only three games left on the table.

"Pokemon-Emerald."

"World Tennis Star."

“fifa2005.”

As a post-90s generation, Long Shute is no stranger to the Pokemon series, so he was the first to put down the emerald.

As for tennis... He had no idea except to watch an anime dubbed "Murder Tennis". The impression of tennis gave him was the flowing short skirt and the smooth thighs with sweat, plus... those continuous and ecstatic screams that could be used as the ringtone of the mobile phone.

So he installed the fifa2005 game card that is most closely related to his life.

After the simple import screen ended, he entered the game.

Between the team mode and the player mode, he chose the latter - he is not a coach, so of course he chose to become famous with one goal.

As soon as I entered the creation list, the screen suddenly flashed "hiss".

Long Shute took a breath, and then his heart paused in an instant.
Chapter completed!