Facing the English Channel, Southampton is an important passenger ship and container port city.
Countless ships have set sail from here, the most famous of which is the Titanic.
After leaving Bath, a city that was "let go", Wang Xiaodong learned from the experience and decided to play football well first.
Now that we have embarked on this path, we must do a good job for him.
When you really become a football star, you won't be able to find any beautiful women!
At nine o'clock in the morning, Wang Xiaodong arrived at the gate of the trial camp.
Foreigners don't have the habit of getting up early to train. Generally speaking, they start training at ten in the morning.
"Looks like you're here early."
Wang Xiaodong put down his backpack and squatted in the corner to play a stone-throwing game.
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After waiting for more than half an hour, the trial camp started to become lively.
After the initial trial, only thirty team members remained, many of whom were locals. In addition, some of them were already playing for the youth team, so they all dressed up very fashionably, and some even drove sports cars.
"Nana, here, here!"
Seeing that it was Wang Xiaodong, Adam Lallana, who was chatting in the crowd, suddenly changed into a bitter look.
"Nana, why are you here so late? If I had known you were here so late, I would have gone to have breakfast first!" Wang Xiaodong stepped forward and pulled Lallana out of the crowd.
"Uh...Okay, Dong. If you don't mind, my sandwich..."
"Thank you!" Before Lallana could finish speaking, Wang Xiaodong snatched the sandwich from his hand and stuffed the whole sandwich into his mouth.
"...I can give you half." Looking at the bread in Wang Xiaodong's mouth, Lallana swallowed unconsciously.
Wang Xiaodong didn't know any of these players except Lallana.
I don’t even bother to get to know him.
After arriving at the assigned dormitory and putting away their luggage, the thirty team members came to the trial training ground and stood in two rows.
A minute later, a middle-aged man with an unshaven beard came to them.
"Good morning everyone, I am your trial instructor Michael Renner. You can just call me Mike."
After Mike finished speaking, he scanned the young team members in front of him from beginning to end, and finally landed on a small crewmember in the center of the team.
"Theo Walcott?"
"arrive!"
Xiaopingtou immediately responded and took a step forward.
"Very good." Mike nodded, "Come back to the team. You must pay attention to safety during this trial training. Your main task is to learn how to quickly integrate into the new group."
"Yes, Mr. Mike!"
At this moment, a doubtful voice sounded from the crowd.
"Is this a guaranteed deal? It doesn't look very good."
Everyone looked around, and Wang Xiaodong stood in the crowd and shrugged, "I'm right, I can pick up one of these guys with one hand."
"What did you say? Did you think this was weightlifting?"
Mike suddenly raised his voice, concerned about his authority.
"You, go out, what's your name?"
"Wang Xiaodong."
"Wang Xiaodong? What a difficult name to pronounce! Now that I think about it, you are that thorn!"
Obviously, Wang Xiaodong's evil deeds have spread, and no young player has ever embarrassed the scouts as soon as he came to the team.
"What a stupid guy!"
"How did he pass the preliminary exam?"
"He is just a guy with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. It is not surprising that such a person passes the physical test."
Hearing everyone's discussion, Wang Xiaodong turned around and glared. After meeting Wang Xiaodong's fierce gaze, everyone lowered their heads and stopped talking.
"Hmph, what's so big about this? This is a football stadium, not a boxing gym. What does this kind of muscular idiot with no common sense have to be afraid of?"
After hearing the sound, Wang Xiaodong saw an Asian face.
It's the South Korean player.
Did this guy pass the physical test too?
Looking at the sinister "old neighbor", Wang Xiaodong asked: "What's your name, that South Korean guy?"
"What? You still want to retaliate against me? Let me tell you, my name is Park Bu-sung! I will become Southampton's main defender in the future!"
"Park Bucheng? Phew~~" Wang Xiaodong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Okay, I will remember you."
Lallana shuddered in the crowd. Only he knew that when Wang Xiaodong showed this expression, someone must be in trouble.
"Beep, beep!" Mike blew the whistle in his mouth, focusing everyone's attention on himself.
"Dong, I don't care where you come from or who recommended you. But I want to tell you, this is my territory, and everyone here must listen to me. Otherwise, I can tell you to get out at any time! Did you hear that?"
"YES, SIR." Wang Xiaodong stood at attention, "Mr. Mike, I think you misunderstood me. As a person, I like to do things according to the rules."
After speaking, Wang Xiaodong glanced at "Xiao Nan" in the crowd, took a step back and retreated into the team.
Seeing that Wang Xiaodong was still on the right track, Mike nodded.
"In this month, I hope everyone will take it seriously. I am happy to see your progress."
"Every ten days I will arrange a training match, and the guys who are not qualified will be eliminated."
"Those who stay until the end, we will judge whether you are qualified to enter the first team, second team or youth team based on your performance and progress in these days."
"If you are unwilling to stay, I can also issue you a letter of introduction so that you can try your luck elsewhere."
"Good luck to you guys!"
...
Soon, Wang Xiaodong was assigned to the midfield group to train with the team.
Even defensive midfielders have strict requirements on players' ball-holding ability.
As the first step in the offense, the defensive midfielder must be the focus of the opponent's forward and front midfielder.
Players in this position not only need to have good ball control skills, but also cannot lose the ball easily. You also need to have a strong body. You would rather be pulled down and fouled by the opponent than lose the ball.
After practicing with the team for a while, Wang Xiaodong was suddenly called out by Mike.
"Judging from your information, you are also good at long-range shooting?"
"That's right Mr. Mike, what's the problem?"
Mike grinned. He had watched Wang Xiaodong's passing training just now. It was hard for him to believe that a player who passed the ball so poorly could have the unique skill of a long shot.
"Have you seen them?" Mike pointed to the forward group training on the other side, "Are you interested in giving it a try?"
The forward team is currently conducting a very simple training, which is to have a cross-passing player standing on the left and right in front of the penalty area, and then the forward player in the middle will meet the ball and shoot long-range.
"This is good!"
Wang Xiaodong took one look and suddenly felt confident.
This is much easier than touching the ball frequently with either left or right foot.
"Then go try it."
"OK!"
This training method seems very simple, but in fact it places high demands on the shooting players' footwork.
For example, the guy who just shot took a total of five kicks and none of them hit. Either he was too strong and hit the plane, or the angle was too right and was caught by the goalkeeper.
In front of a professionally trained goalkeeper, unless a young player of this level takes a shot with a very tricky angle and a lot of power, he will only kick five shots in vain like now.
"Hey guys, come on, look, the coach asked that yellow Asian to practice shooting!"
The defensive players stopped training and started talking quietly.
"Hmph, maybe I asked him to practice passing. Didn't you see that he couldn't even pass a short pass just now?" Park Bo-sung looked disdainful.
"By the way, let's make a bet on whether this guy can score goals and how many goals he can score!"
As soon as this proposal was made, others responded immediately.
"Yeah!"
"Then I'll bet you a dollar that he won't score a single one!"
"Hey! Don't grab, don't grab, I'll bet that he won't score even one, I'll bet three dollars!"
"I bet five dollars!"
"I bet two dollars!"
"Don't, don't make sure he doesn't get in. What's the point of that?"
"I'll bet twenty dollars! I bet you will win at least two!"
Lallana slapped a ten-dollar note on the ground. Among the group of people, only Lallana had seen Wang Xiaodong's goal.
Everyone quickly finished placing their bets. Apart from Lallana, only one person bet on Wang Xiaodong to score a goal.
And the two of them have been regarded by others as idiots who are stupid and rich.
After all, those forwards only scored two goals at most. No one believed that Wang Xiaodong could "kill a blind cat and kill a mouse."
Mike on the side naturally knew that these backcourt players were making fun of Wang Xiaodong, but he did not stop him.
In fact, for a difficult-to-discipline player like Wang Xiaodong, he is happy to watch him make jokes.
Or maybe he seemed to be looking forward to something.
Players with a personality like Wang Xiaodong's are either inferior and can only brag but have no abilities, or they are "gifted" and do not look down on ordinary players at all.
As the head coach of the youth training team, if he can select a Premier League talent like Rooney or Cristiano for the club, Mike's name will be resounding throughout England.
Any young coach in England has such ambitions, but not every player is as talented as Walcott from an early age.
Soon, it was Wang Xiaodong's turn, standing at the end of the row, to take a shot.
Beep!
As the assistant coach blew his whistle, everyone's eyes focused on Wang Xiaodong.
Wang Xiaodong didn't hesitate, shouted "GO", then stepped forward and started running.
Bo~
Pa~
With two consecutive crisp sounds, the two passing players on the left and right kicked the ball towards the center at the same time.
"Ah, no! Mistake!"
"Hey, I didn't expect you to pass it on too!"
The two midfielders looked at each other with no apology in their eyes, and even some gloating.
"Damn British guy, you actually played tricks on me!"
