While the transfer rumors gradually heated up, Long Shute, who was recovering from the injury, was still leisurely walking in the park in Amsterdam.

His leg injury has healed and his normal activities have no effect, so he began to undergo daily restorative training.

Those who train with him were Wang Chu, who had officially transferred to the Ajax youth training camp.

Although the two of them have only known each other for more than ten days and Long Shute has never watched Wang Chu's official game, he has to admit that in terms of ball sense, his talent can't catch up with this Sichuan compatriot - the record of more than 5,000 consecutive ball-scratch records cannot be achieved by practicing for a few days...

But no matter how good the ball feels, it must be supported by the body. If Messi and Ronaldo fall down when they touch each other, they will be wounded when they raise their legs, and they will be torn ligament when they change direction and speed, and they will be injured twice a year, once five months... Then they are at best two talented meteor players.

Not easily injured is definitely a hidden talent that can directly affect the player's achievements.

Although Long Shute did not find this attribute in the system data, he was sure that his tendency to be injured was absolutely low, and poor Xiao Wang must be even more miserable than Irving, Robben, Diaby and other glass people...

"You are indeed too thin. Although you are very flexible, your ability to fight is not good and your strength is too weak..."

Long Shute shook his head.

The football world is a typical prey of the weak. When the opponent's defensive players know that you are afraid of confrontation, they will definitely launch intensive invasions at you. If it is a strong man and evil man like Drogba, Hulk, Diego Costa, Cantona, Keane, De Jong, Pepe, and Mello, the opponent's first thing to worry about is their own life safety...

The more vulnerable the person is, the more vulnerable, and then the more vulnerable it is, which forms a tragic vicious cycle...

Unfortunately, this system on Long Shute does not have the function of curing all diseases. The dietary combination and training reference it provides to Long Shute can only slowly improve physical fitness in long-term training and life, rather than being able to transform and renovate the immortal pill in just one or two months.

At the age of 20, the bones still have the final chance of development. If you persist, you may be able to achieve significant improvement, but these are all distant later. Long Shute even doubts whether he has the possibility of this day.

When they finished their afternoon training and returned to their residence, they unexpectedly met someone who shouldn't have appeared in the Netherlands.

This dusty middle-aged man is the deputy leader of the Chinese National Olympic Team, Li Bing.

"Uncle Li? Why are you here? Don't say hello in advance so that someone can pick you up..."

Long Shute was startled at first, and then shook hands affectionately with the other party.

"Hello Chairman Li..."

Wang Chu also shouted respectfully. After retiring, this Shan Ge was elected as the vice chairman of the Sichuan Chengdu Football Association in 2004. As a Chengdu player, Xiao Wang Chu was also recommended to the Sichuan Football Association by the Chengdu Football Association in the same year, and then got the opportunity to go abroad for a trial training...

“…ah, hello.”

Li Bing recalled it awkwardly for a long time, but he didn't remember the young man's name.

After all, it has been a long time since 2004. His job has changed a lot. He has been a coach and a manager. He has been in national teams at all levels for several years. How can he remember such a young player who is an unknown young player who has only participated in the National Youth Team and the National Games?

As soon as Long Shute brought the guests into the living room, Chef Crom's voice floated out of the kitchen:

"Boss, supper will be ready soon. You can try the beef bone soup first."

Long Shute waved his hand to Wang Chu: "Xiao Wang, go and drink it first, replenish the bones... we have something to talk about."

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As soon as the two of them sat down on the sofa, Li Bing couldn't wait to explain his purpose: "Your injury..."

Long Shute pointed out the scars near his calves that had become pink and tender:

"It's just a skin trauma. Although it was bleeding a lot at that time, it has been all healed now. I just started training in the past two days, and it will not affect the game in about two weeks."

"It's good if there's no impact..."

Although I had asked several times on the phone, Li Bing breathed a sigh of relief after witnessing it with his own eyes.

He thought about it and said:

"Although Brazevic has always said that Oman is not a strong opponent, he even said that I would recruit you into the team to be extravagant. He thinks it was me who interfered with his authority... Is this old man ridiculous? Why do you want to waste a player of your age like you? You are not an old veteran, I really don't know what he thinks?!"

This is of course the opinion of Li Bing's family. The head coach of the National Olympic Team, who was far away, had no chance to explain, and was labeled as ridiculous and stubborn in front of Long Shute.

But Long Shute would not refute, he just smiled slightly:

"I probably think I have never practiced with other players after all, so I don't understand his tactical style."

"Don't explain it to him," Brother Shan was unhappy. "Don't I know what kind of tactical play? There are not many kids who can play games in the club. Even if they practice for the first half of the year, their level will not improve anyway."

"This is true. I have never been on the court without real swords and guns. Once I enter the competition, I am very nervous. The strength that is not much can be even more difficult, especially against a relatively unfamiliar team like Haman..."

Long Shute shook his head:

"They may not be that easy to deal with. If they underestimate the enemy too much, Lao Bu may have to fall a big fuck."

"I advised him so too, but the old man didn't listen to me at all!"

Li Bing slapped his thigh and complained a little.

Long Shute smiled and comforted him:

"Don't take it to heart, Uncle Li..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Chef Liu's loud voice rang:

"Boss, is it in the living room or...ah, sorry, there are guests, hey? It's Brother Shan! I'm your fan!"

The chef who was full of words running the train wiped his hands and then held them together with Li Bing...

This guy...is not polite at all!

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"I definitely can't catch up in the first round, and I can probably only play as a substitute in the second round. After all, my physical fitness is overdrawn now, so I will definitely not be able to hold on in the whole game..."

In the restaurant, Long Shute continued to talk with Li Bing while gnawing at the cow bones.

Li Bing nodded:

"No problem. If I can't even arrange the little thing that a player's substitute is on the bench, what's the point of this team leader?"

Long Shute pulled out a tissue and wiped his mouth, but couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth.

The world of football has never been as simple as it is on the court.

You guys are having a lot of fun fighting for power and profit in the National Olympic Team. You can't let me not even prepare at all, right?
Chapter completed!