Barcelona, Spain, on the left side of Avenida Aristides.

This is one of the most famous La Masia football schools in the football world.

There are countless players who have come out of here, including top international stars such as Messi, Xavi, Inesta and so on.

This is the cradle of genius and the holy place that countless young people yearn for.

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Under the scorching sun, the boys on the green field are engaged in a fierce 5V5 confrontation.

The small group of five played a delicate cooperation with each other, and everyone almost touched the ball, passing black and white through the crowd like elves.

'Tiki-Taka' (Passing Tactics), which is the foundation of the Barcelona dynasty, with the midfielder as the core of the passing and control mechanism combined with high pressing tactics, this is the football philosophy of Barcelona.

A gorgeous and efficient way to kick the ball.

As Barcelona's academy, La Masia's little ones naturally need to be trained in this area, and the small area of fierce collisions is more conducive to training this passing and control mechanism.

The sun, the sweat, the shouts, this makes La Masia's training camp full of youthful energy.

On the court, the five little guys performed extremely hard, and one of them, a black-haired, yellow-skinned teenager, was even more eye-catching.

This is a boy about 18 years old, his childish face is full of honesty, his sense of the ball is excellent, and the football seems to be stuck to his feet like an arm.

Pass it out, pick it up, pass it out, pick it up.

The soccer ball shuttled among the five friends, and the whole team slowly approached the opponent's goal, and it was the yellow-skinned teenager who controlled the soccer for the longest time.

The boy's expression is a little wooden, his eyes are slightly dull, he almost never looks down at the ball, always looking around, but he can firmly control the football at his feet, and he can always transfer or pass easily in the face of the opposing player's pressing.

"Fool, here!"

Suddenly, a brown-haired teenager shouted, and then started at high speed.

At the same time, the yellow-skinned boy suddenly handled the ball, and the football passed through the gap in the middle of the crowd like a knife, accurately finding the brown-haired teenager.

It's a scalpel-like through ball.

Stealthy, swift and deadly!

Almost all the way through the backline.

Seeing this ball, the whole stadium instantly boiled.

Wow!!!!!!!!

The brown-haired teenager chasing the soccer ball was also full of joy on his face, and the ball had a precedence, so he didn't have to deliberately slow down.

The opposing defenders were half a body behind him, and he was confident that his feet would blow the opponent's side.

The brown-haired boy received the ball, took a simple step, and got closer and closer to the penalty area.

It's a one-shot ball.

He could even see the opposing goalkeeper panicking forward, throwing himself on his side on the ground, stretching as much as he could, trying to block the angle of the shot.

But... Easier said than done.

I saw the boy rub it gently, and the football crossed a wonderful arc in the air, swept past the goalkeeper's body, and floated in the direction of the gate.

The next moment, Bai Huahua's net trembled!

"Pretty!!"

The brown-haired boy jumped to his feet, turned and ran, his target being the shyly smiling teammate in the midfield.

This teenager who sent him a scalpel-like through ball and assisted him - Yile.

"Fool, your passing is fantastic!"

"Well done, stupid!"

"You're amazing, idiot!"

"We have a midfield maestro, roar!!"

The teenagers gathered around, cheering excitedly for the goal, and the crisp and energetic figures spread to every corner of the green field.

Yi Le smiled very honestly, scratched his head, and said, "Ben, your goal is more beautiful." ”

"Yes! Hey, I've played Flender with this pick, hey! ”

Netherto finished with a grin, and raised his chin as if he were demonstrating to the opposing goalkeeper Flanders, who was not far away.

Flender muttered with some unhappiness on his face; "It's not a fool's good pass, let him try it in our group."

"If you don't give, you don't give, fools are our treasures! Hahahaha...."

"That's right, fools are treasures, and fools will give it to you."

"Slightly, slightly, slightly..."

Looking at the teenagers who were grimacing, cheering wantonly, the corners of the two youth coaches and the supervisor on the sidelines showed a smile.

"Gentlemen, this is the future of Camp Nou!"

The director of youth training, Miranda said with a look of relief.

"Let's talk about the ratings."

The two youth coaches immediately took out their notepads and began to analyze.

"Sadiqi, possession: 7, shots: 5, run off the ball: 7, high press: 9."

The youth director nodded slightly: "There is progress, if he works the ball, he can enter the reserve team." ”

As a pass-oriented Barcelona, they pay special attention to possession and pressing points in the midfield.

"Koster. Ben, possession: 8 points, shots: 8 points, run off the ball: 5 points, high press: 5 points. ”

The youth training director frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Lazy little ghost! ”

The two Academy Directors began to sum up the scores of the other players.

Overall, the lads have improved a lot during this period of training, which also makes the youth director feel good.

In the end, the youth training director's eyes shot at the black-haired boy in the field, and said with a hint of regret: "What is Yi's data?" ”

The two youth coaches looked at each other, their eyes full of bitterness, and one of them said:

"Easy to play, possession: 9, shots: 3, run off the ball: 9, high press: 9......"

After a pause, the youth coach turned the page and said with a complicated face: "IQ: 69, mildly mentally retarded!" ”

It was a very bright data, but it was overshadowed by the last one.

Easy to be slightly mentally retarded!

He has an IQ of only 69 and is commonly known as 'dull' or 'mentally retarded'.

Hearing this answer, the youth director shook his head helplessly, Barcelona doesn't mind cultivating players with illness, just as they found 'Messi' and raised him to be the 'King of Barcelona', as if La Masia fell in love with this kind of development game.

But Messi's illness is a developmental problem, and he only needs to maintain growth hormones, and there is no problem with his growth.

But Yile is special, he is in arrears of IQ, and even belongs to the 'mentally retarded'.

Yi Le was a talented man discovered by La Masia's youth director during a visit to China, when he looked at the little man who looked like an elf on the pitch and excitedly shouted the words 'Harvey, Harvey'.

Although Yi Le's style of play is a little more flashy and more inclined to 'Xiao Luo', his control in the middle and his broad vision are particularly valued by the youth director, who almost visited Yi Le to take him down.

But when he returned to the training base for a medical check-up, the bad news came.

Yile's IQ is only 69, which is mildly mentally retarded, and if it sounds good, it is called dull, and if it doesn't sound good, it is mentally retarded!

Despite his talent at football, no one can guarantee that this 'IQ-delinquent' teenager will be able to play the results he wants.

After all, professional football is not a joke, and football is not a blind matter of talent.

As a result, Yile almost became a joke in the Barcelona media at the time, and the media said that 'the youth director has signed a mentally retarded genius back!' ’。

This became almost an oolong for the entire city.

But the youth director didn't give up on Yile, and this stay was two years, but now he is overwhelmed, and Yile has not been able to complete the transformation he needs.

"The club management has let it go, they don't need a mentally retarded person to be Xavi's successor!"

This sentence sounds hurtful, but it is true.

The youth training director turned pale and said, "That's because they haven't seen this little guy play!" ”

'But it doesn't matter anymore, Xavi is leaving this season and his place doesn't belong to La Masia.'

The youth training director's expression changed and said: "The club wants to bring in reinforcements? ”

"There's no exact information, but it should be. After all, La Masia has not been able to provide too many players for the main team in recent years. ”

The youth coach looked helpless, La Masia was at its most glorious, almost completed the formation of Barcelona's 'Cosmos Team', but it seemed to have been drained by that era, and since then, one session has been worse than the other.

Although they are still regarded as the best academy in the world, their list of achievements is truly unflattering.

The youth training director was silent with a hint of helplessness, and he couldn't say anything about the club's choice, after all, he was only the youth training director.

Putting aside these irritable thoughts for a while, the youth training director stepped forward and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of many little guys.

"Lads, you did a good day, especially Sadić."

A freckled teenager with a freckled face was so excited that he was praised by name.

As for the goal of Koster. Ben is full of grievances, obviously it is me who scores!

"Sadiqi, report to the reserve team tomorrow!"

The whole stadium was silent!

Everyone's faces were full of disbelief, and Sadiqi himself was directly stupid!

The youth training director raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Is there a problem? ”

Sadiqi struck a stir, almost bounced up from the ground, his whole body stiffened, and his voice trembled: "No. No problem, sir! ”

After speaking, he swung his fist hard, secretly cheering himself up.

The other teenagers looked over with envy and jealousy, and even Yi Le's honest face was also full of envy.