Moherz put on the training uniform prepared for him by the Paris academy, put on a yellow waistcoat, and sat on the lawn to tie his shoes.

Putting on his brand new boots and stepping on the soft turf, Mohertz jumped excitedly several times.

"Sir, where do we start testing?"

Mohertz shouted excitedly.

Rowan smiled and said, "When the others are in place, we will directly start playing training matches." ”

Mohertz paused for a moment and said, "Isn't there a basic test?" ”

Rowan smiled kindly and said, "Play the game first!" ”

Under the relief of the inertia of thinking, Rowan felt that Yile must recommend a midfielder player, and the basic data of this kind of player is good, and their shining point needs to be seen in the game.

Soon, Mohertz saw two teams of players his age come out, both about 11 years old.

But unlike their own casualness, after they came to the training ground, they began to warm up with their coaches.

Running, straddling, stretching, and the movements are uniform.

"That's cool!" Mohertz was eager to fit in.

Rowan walked up to the two young players and was talking something, but Mohertz didn't understand French, so he couldn't understand it.

Rowan: "There's a little guy on trial today, his name is Mohertz, and he'll play a training match with you guys in a while. ”

The young players have a very calm expression, they are used to this kind of tryout, and every year a large number of people come here for the tryout, but very few can stay.

Seeing that the little ones couldn't raise a trace of interest, Rowan directly released his ultimate.

"He is easy to recommend!"

As soon as the voice fell, the effect was remarkable.

The young players turned their heads in unison and looked at Mohertz.

A pair of eyes with envy, jealousy, and disbelief.

Who is ELE?

That's the prince of the Parc des Princes, one of Paris Saint-Germain's two biggest stars, the idol of these young Parisian academy players, and they need to catch up.

And Mohertz was recommended by Yile, which ignited their desire to win.

Why did this guy get Yile's favor?

......

The training match was about to begin, and Mohertz was placed in the midfield position to organise the attack.

This arrangement was extremely satisfying for Mohertz.

The race was soon underway.

The young players did not encourage Mohertz out of jealousy, and as the heart of the playmaker, they would pass the ball to Mohertz.

Mohertz had the first touch on the ball and he felt really good.

The moment he looked up, the whole person was stupid.

So fast!!

All of them were moving fast.

None of them stayed where they were waiting for the ball, they were all running, and for a moment Mohertz didn't know how to pass the ball.

It's completely different from what he's used to play.

Tempo, positioning, speed, and so on all show a fact.

It's academy!

It's not a playhouse, everyone here will be on the professional stage!

Mohertz stayed where he was, and soon the ball was quickly snatched away.

The little player who grabbed the ball looked down at Mohertz, frowned, and said; "It's so weak!"

Mohertz came back to his senses, and just as he heard this, his whole face turned red.

He quickly got up and wanted to fit in.

But no matter how much he played, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of these people, and as the core of the organization, he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the team, which made him gradually lose the trust of his teammates, and no one wanted to pass the ball to him.

Mohertz ran alone on the court, his little face full of confusion.

......

On the sidelines of the court, Rowan frowned deeply.

Truth be told, he didn't see a shred of talent in Mohertz.

There is no outstanding ball skills, no superior vision, not to mention the exaggerated rhythm control of Yi Le.

How did he get so caught up in Yile?

On the door of Luo Wen's head, three question marks appeared.

Gordon. Qiao Meisi looked at his son anxiously, and then looked at Rowan's expression, and his heart became more and more nervous.

Even he could see that his son's performance was not ideal.

Another ten minutes passed, and Mohertz hadn't touched the ball for five minutes.

Bad performance is not good.

Gordon. Jomath gritted his teeth and walked over to Rowan.

"Sir, I think I'm going to tell you something."

Rowan turned to look at Gordon. Jomez: "What's the matter?" ”

Rowan's attitude is no longer as enthusiastic as it used to be.

If Mohertz's performance is average, even if it is for the sake of Yile's face, he will keep Mohertz.

But the problem is that he is doing too badly.

Gordon. Jo Max took a deep breath and said, "My son is fast!" ”

"What?" Rowan raised his eyebrows.

'My son is very fast, he shouldn't play in midfield, although it is a big blow to him, but I know that he has no bullshit talent in midfield! He's fit to play as a wing-back! Because he's really fast! ”

"Are you sure?" Rowan asked.

Gordon. Jo Max nodded, "I promise!" ”

Rowan muttered for a moment, then blew his whistle to interrupt the game, and then called Mohertz over.

The little one looked a little lost and depressed, and his face was full of frustration.

This kind of expression, Rowan saw a lot, and he asked directly; "Mohertz, did your referee give you any advice?"

Mohertz looked up blankly and said, "What? ”

Rowan sighed and said, "Did he say what position you are suitable for?" ”

"Yes!" Mohertz subconsciously said: "He said I should play as a wing-back. ”

After speaking, he lifted his foot and said; "This is the sneaker he gave me, Nike-X15, for full-back!"

"Next, you go play as a full-back!"

Mohertz paused for a moment and said; "Sir, I want to play in midfield."

Rowan shook his head; "You don't have talent! First of all, you have to be aware that coming here does not mean that you are part of the Paris Academy. You need to prove your ability to have a chance to get a better training, what you have to do now is prove yourself and stay! ”

"I ......" Mohertz opened his mouth, extremely conflicted, and after a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand!" I play as a full-back! ”

"Go ahead!"

The game resumes.

Mohertz moved to the wing-back position.

On the opposing team, the big man who had stolen his ball came over and taunted, "Hey, how much money did you stuff the director?" ”

Mohertz glared at the other party fiercely and said, "Next, I will humiliate you fiercely, bastard!" ”

"Just you?" The big man shrugged his shoulders and smiled with indescribable sarcasm.

Mohertz breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He's going to tell the big man what absolute speed is.

The clash between the two teams continued, with Mohertz up and down the flank, but no one was giving him a pass.

But Mohertz is still a tireless runner.

His idol Brian once said that opportunities are given to those who are prepared.

Although he knows that he has a certain gap with these players, he believes that as long as he can keep running, then he will be able to seize that fleeting opportunity.

About ten minutes passed.

Mohertz's first team made a mistake in passing, passed behind the opposing player, and rolled towards the baseline.

This distance is simply not up to the average person.

Most have also given up possession.

But Mohertz suddenly kicked in.

His feet were fast, and he ran like a gust of wind, outpacing the big man in an instant.

The big man who had mocked earlier looked at Mohertz's back in dismay.

What the heck?

Mohertz's lightning speed scared a bunch of people stupid, including Rowan.

The moment Mohertz activated, Rowan jerked to his feet.

"It's so fast!!"

This kind of explosiveness, this kind of speed, can at least reach the 100m 12 seconds.

That's talent.

Mohertz sped towards the bottom line, and he took advantage of the ball to slide out, tackle the ball, and he slid out of the bottom line and hit the billboard.

But he didn't care, and crawled up on his hands and feet.

Directly lying down the ball into the big penalty area, directly single knife.

Everyone looked at him in amazement.

Rowan was even more excited: "Good boy, shoot!" Shoot! ”

Bang!!!

Mohertz shoots.

Forehead.......

Looking at the anti-aircraft gun, Rowan covered his face.

Well, his foundation is a mess.