"Hurry, hurry! Meet at Training Ground 2! ”

"Don't blame me for not reminding me, Samp's temper is not easy to mess with!"

In the town of Ipswich in Suffolk County in the east of England, a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-olds are gathering on a green football training ground.

The footsteps were chaotic and hurried, and the two shouts in the crowd were more like reminders from the Grim Reaper, and they couldn't afford to drag it out at all.

Not far away, three middle-aged men in sportswear stood quietly in the center of the field, with indifferent expressions, silver whistles on their chests, and different shades of darkening.

One of them stood slightly forward, looking like a middle-aged man from a distance, who looked like Yuri in the game's red alert, with a particularly serious expression, only to see him clasping his arms around his chest, pinching his chin with his right hand, and his eyes as sharp as an eagle continued to stretch into the distance. In his left hand, which rests under his armpit, he holds a blue folder containing several sheets of A4 paper printed with English letters.

His name is Maisef. Samp, the head coach of the Championship Ipswich Town FC Under-18 team, is his assistant.

Today is the day when the spring assessment of the Ipswich U18 echelon is announced. What Sampu holds in his hand is the assessment results that determine the future of the teenagers to a certain extent.

Needless to say, those with excellent grades are just around the corner to enter the Ipswich team, and those who are not satisfactory in the assessment will leave as an inevitable result.

It's also cruel, at the age of eighteen, full of reverie for the future, but now he has to face the law of survival that only exists in the adult world - survival of the fittest.

But that's football, professional football.

Soon, the teenagers lined up in two teams in an orderly manner to stand in the head coach Joseph. In front of Samp, I don't know if it was because he was running too fast, almost everyone let out rapid and heavy breathing, one after another. But surprisingly, there was no expected moaning in my ears except for heavy breathing.

Trace, Joseph. Samp saw that the group of teenagers in front of him seemed to have been pulled out of their souls, and their hollow and glowing eyes were firmly nailed to the blue folder in his left hand.

Greed, longing, nervousness, fear, and so on......

Joseph. Samp knows what the teenagers are thinking at the moment, and he doesn't like to waste time. So under dozens of pairs of longing eyes, Joseph. Samp flipped through the blue folder.

At the same time, the chaotic and heavy breathing of the scene disappeared together, silently.

"Yodel, three assessments to assess BAB, comprehensive assessment B+!"

Joseph. Samp's deep voice broke the silence of the scene, announcing the results of the first set of assessments. Samp's expression was still serious, but the approval in his eyes was hard to hide, and it was clear that the boy named Yodel had made amazing progress.

Sure enough, Joseph. As soon as Samp finished speaking, there was a burst of cheers and congratulations from the audience.

"Congratulations! Yodel, you're making progress again! ”

"You're such a genius! It's been less than a year since I've been with the team, and I've already crossed two levels! At this rate, you will inevitably become an A+ player in another half a year! The future is limitless! ”

"It deserves to be the key training object of the club's echelon......"

Listening to the compliments and envy around him, the young man was a little embarrassed, but his childish face unconsciously added a smile of great satisfaction to his vanity, and at the same time expressed his gratitude to everyone very modestly.

The scene is active, Joseph. Samp was unaffected, and the announcement continued, and as the names appeared, the heavy breathing disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by jubilation, and there was no doubt that the spring assessment was satisfactory to the vast majority of people.

Looking at the teenagers congratulating each other in front of him, Joseph. Samp finally showed a "I am very relieved" expression, but somehow Joseph. Samp's gaze suddenly passed through the jubilant crowd and landed on a Chinese teenager outside the crowd.

The boy was dark-haired and yellow-skinned, and stood out in the crowd of England, but the boy did not participate in the celebration like other England teenagers, he just stood there and just looked expressionless, out of place with the cheering crowd next to him, as if there was a natural barrier between them.

See this Joseph. A hint of discoloration flashed across Tamp's face, and his gaze returned to the blue folder, and frost crawled all over his dark cheeks again.

"Next! Ascension! ”

The deep voice suppressed the chaotic sound of the scene, and the young man whose name was called instantly attracted all the attention of the surroundings.

It's just that this time the gaze is no longer admiration and envy, but playfulness and even banter.

The boy looked up, still expressionless, but breathing a little heavier, and at the same time there was an imperceptible glint in his eyes, he pushed through the crowd and walked to Joseph. Samp in front of him.

"Strength, technology, and speed are assessed as CCB! Comprehensive assessment C-! ”

Joseph. Sampu didn't pause or hesitate, didn't look at the boy, didn't even raise his eyelids, and announced the results of the assessment in an indifferent tone.

When the words fell, the young man's face stiffened slightly, and the slightest light in his eyes quickly dimmed, until he was completely engulfed by the slightly trembling eyelids, and then the corners of his lips brought a touch of self-deprecation, and his palms were clenched, because of the strength, the slightly sharp nails pierced deeply into the palms, bringing bursts of pain...

At the same time, the scene was lively again.

"Listen! C！ It's C again! Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me, the amazing genius from the East is standing still again this year! Ha ha! ”

"Nothing has changed in two years! I really don't know why he can still hold on? ”

"Haha! It is! I would have given up earlier! ”

"Oops! It's not right that it hasn't changed at all! At least he still had a B- when he first came, but I don't understand, everyone else is getting stronger and stronger the more they practice, how can he still practice back! Ha ha! ”

"When I first came, this kid had speed and physical fitness, but his basic skills were a little worse, I thought that I could lay a solid foundation in the past two years, but I didn't think that there was no progress at all! Seeing that it will be eighteen, it is basically a waste! ”

"I heard that this kid has a good family background and is a rich kid, so if I want me to go back to inherit the family business as soon as possible, and find a way out as soon as possible, it is impossible to play professional football in this life!"

"Who's to say it isn't! Mr. Samp had mentioned it to him many times, but this kid just wouldn't agree! ”

"You say he's stubborn? Or is he stupid? ”

“……”

The disdainful ridicule and regretful sighs from all around him fell on the ears of the young man who froze in place like a wooden stake, like sharp thorns piercing his heart, making the young man's breathing slightly short.

The young man slowly raised his head, revealing a childish and delicate face, his dark eyes swept over the mocking peers around him, and the self-deprecation at the corners of his mouth suddenly seemed to become more bitter.

The 18-year-old boy is from a county town in Hangzhou, Zhejiang, China, and is good at business, and Gao Sheng's parents are no exception.

Gao Sheng's father likes football, Gao Sheng's ears and eyes have shown a very high enthusiasm for football since he was a child, seeing this, Gao Sheng's father also intends to cultivate, and he sent Gao Sheng to Greentown Youth Academy, known as China's Ajax, for training.

Gao Sheng himself is also competitive, and has always stood out among his peers, showing superior talent.

Two years ago, the official-led tide of studying abroad swept the country, and Gao Sheng's father opened up the relationship to win a place for Gao Sheng.

After all, the center of world football is in Europe, where the world's best players and the most complete youth training system are gathered.

However, Gao Sheng's mother is strongly opposed, in fact, Gao Sheng's mother does not support Gao Sheng's football, and often brings him out of the youth training base to participate in interest classes, she hopes that Gao Sheng will inherit the mantle, even if she is not interested in business, she also hopes that Gao Sheng can become an elegant elite who is proficient in calligraphy and painting.

Before, he couldn't resist Gao Sheng's father, and at the same time, considering that it was close at hand, Gao Sheng's mother turned a blind eye, but now she has to run to Europe thousands of miles away, and Gao Sheng's mother can't accept it.

Not to mention how much talent is promoted, just in terms of physique, the promotion distance of European players will fall a big bit, so how can it be successful?

But Gao Sheng's repeated insistence, coupled with his father's strong lobbying, finally his mother could only reluctantly agree, and it was regarded as going abroad for training.

With a limit of two years, if Gao Sheng gets a professional contract with a European team, his mother will let Gao Sheng chase his dreams, otherwise he will completely give up football according to the life route planned by his mother.

Speaking of mother, the ascension is full of ambition, but what awaits the ascension is the thorn flame.

When he first entered Europe, Gao Sheng first followed the official to Spain, but because his father was dissatisfied with the official arrangement for Gao Sheng to enter the Spanish Fifth Division League team for training, he completely broke with the official and went to the United Kingdom with Gao Sheng alone.

The road to trial in England was also not smooth, and he was rejected by several clubs in London one after another, and finally through business partners, Gao Sheng was taken to the town of Ipswich in the east of England to train with the club in Ipswich on a sponsored basis.

However, two years on, Gao Sheng has not only failed to soar, but has become more and more mediocre, and although he has tried his best to improve himself and try to integrate into Ipswich's training, the distance between him and his peers seems to be getting wider and wider.

Similar to today's scene, he has experienced it countless times in the past two years, and before that he would comfort himself that if he tried a little harder, he would definitely get better next time.

Results......

Gao Sheng was unwilling, but he didn't have anything to do.

The unsystematic training as a child made him miss the best opportunity to improve, he has been stereotyped, and no matter how hard he tries the day after tomorrow, he can't change it.

Today is his eighteenth birthday, and according to the agreement with his mother, if he does not get a professional contract from Ipswich in the next month, he will return to China and say goodbye to football once and for all.

Of course, the favorable family conditions or the support of the father, or the self-willedness of his youth, the promotion can continue in another place.

But what's the point?

Do you continue to be ridiculed in a different place?

Thinking of this, the stiff body moved, and Gao Sheng pushed aside the crowd and quietly returned to the last row of the line, and the lonely figure looked extremely lonely at this moment. ……

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