"Up," Pierce shouted, and the ball was thrown at his head, McVeigh was parrying with goalkeeper's gloves and the ball was caught in his hand with a "click".

"Left", he shouted again, and the elastic ball flew out again, and the child hurried to the left to meet him, and there was another "click", his head was full of sweat, and he gritted his teeth.

"Up," he said, followed by "down," "left," "up," "right," faster and faster, pressing forward step by step, while McVeigh continued to expand his defensive area and seize every attack.

"It's time to charge," Pierce warned, and when he threw the ball a notch faster, throwing a ball to the left, and then another to the right, McVeigh grabbed one with great speed, moved it to the other side in small steps, grabbed the right one, and threw it at Pierce. Pierce was caught off guard, but he dodged it with ease, almost a little, just a little, and the little McVeigh child couldn't help but smirk, sweat running down the corners of his eyes, dangling from his eyebrows, and he wiped it hard with the back of his hand.

"Oh, little ghost" Pierce seemed to be enraged, he took several of them out of the tennis frame in one go, "down" he called, the ball was too fast to see, McVeigh flashed left and right, and the "click" sound resounded throughout the training field. "Left", "Down", "Right", "Left", "Up", "Left"!

The ball hit high and hit McVeigh in the nose, and he was in unbearable pain, because the attack was completely in the wrong direction, and it caught him off guard, "Oops! The little guy shouted that every time you fall and get up, you are stronger, the coach told him, and then stood up with the pain in his nose.

Pierce put the rest of the ball back in the box, "The goal has been lost. ”

McVeigh grimaced, "You cheated" he angrily, "You hit the left side even though you said it was left"

"That's it, you've conceded the ball, boy"

But you're a liar! ”

Pierce shrugged; "My mouth is a deception, but my hands and eyes speak the truth, but you can't see it."

"I can't see anywhere," McVeigh puffed, "I've been staring at you." ”

"Alright, little goalkeeper, rest for a while" he took water and towel from his backpack and tossed it to Mike, then led him to find a place to sit. McVeigh has become more energetic since his illness, his parents have enrolled him in the Portsmouth Academy, where he has more than 20 hours of football training a week, but he can play an afternoon every day, and the kids are so skilled that they can play in any position, and they can easily get past his father these days.

After sorting out the equipment, Pierce took out his iPad and called up some football highlights for the little guy to see, ""Watching" does not mean "insight". He said so.

In the video, Pierce sent a long pass after a few short passes, and tore through the entire West Ham defence to create a goal, "If nothing else, I can still play in the Premier League for a year, and Hydward is unwilling to let me retire, do you know why?" ”

There have been many speculations in the local media about whether the vice-captain will be able to play in the Premier League next season, but it was only speculation, and he easily told the result to a seven-year-old boy.

"Why are you retiring?"

"......", "The key point is not here. ”

…………

'Pearce, of course because you're the best player at Portsmouth.' The little one is full of confidence.

Pierce smiled, "Yes, of course, but why me?" A lot of people are stronger than me, like Mendy, more agile than me, like Mane, younger than me, like Dele Ali, why is Pierce the best? McVeigh was too young to understand, and he could only shake his head in confusion. He touched the little one's eyebrows with his fingertips, "The trick has already been told to you, insight, insight into the truth of things." ”

"I went to many places when I was young, when the wind in the English Channel blew, I went wherever I went, England, Spain, Italy, France, Austria, Turkey, I saw a lot of landscapes, I experienced a lot of adventures, I was on the edge of a cliff more than once, the Spanish were extremely unfriendly to foreign fools, there was a Turkish bastard's tackle only half a centimeter from my neck, and an Italian liar who told me that he could take me to romantic Inter Milan, Later, I spent half a month in Argentina's Inter satellite team, and I saw all these things. ”

"I don't understand" McVeigh showed a bitter face, Pierce slapped his hands and laughed, just happened to see a video screen on the iPad, he slowed down, "Look at your Uncle Kanter's defense", in the picture, West Ham United striker Sears is trying to find a way to break through Freyer, that person's attention is all on the person in front of him, Kante quietly touched up from the blind spot of his vision, because Kante is on the blind side of Sears, so Sears is easy to ignore the presence of Kante when there is Frell blocking in front. N'Golo Kante used his position to make a tackle with ease. Pierce fast-forwarded a moment and cut to Kanter, Noble used the turn to get away from Drinkwater's marking, but the next second a blue shadow came out of the blind side again and broke the ball. Fast forward again, it's all about defending like this, reading the game well and then anticipating and then tackle, that's what Kante is all about.

Consciously guided by the fact that McVeigh let out a powerful exclamation, Pierce smiled, then pointed to himself and said, "But I've never been tackled by Uncle Kanter in a game because he's always in my eyes." ”

"Little guy, the most important thing in playing football is to keep your eyes open, your mouth will lie, your mind will fool us, only your eyes will be bright, see with your eyes, listen with your ears, feel with your skin, and finally think with your head, so that you will see the truth, and the ball will be unfavorable."

"Really?" McVeigh grinned.

He also gave a rare smile, "I'm thinking about it" Pierce sorted out the equipment for the little one, and then hung a medal won after the Championship promotion play-off around his neck, "You can train with me during the summer, haven't you wanted to see the training of professional players for a long time?" ”

"Wow, that's great!" He jumped up, "Pierce, I still want to practice for a while." ”

Tick-tock, a little bit of rain fell on McVeigh's head, "Oh, it's raining. ”

Pierce picked up the little guy and used his schoolbag to protect him from the rain, and then rushed towards the house not far away, the summer rain was moody, and it poured down in a few seconds, McVeigh held the training football in his hand and laughed, "Pierce, why did Uncle Kanter never break your ball?" ”

"Oh, because we're teammates!"

"That's right."

"Big liar, Pierce!"

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, "Big liar, Pierce!" The sound echoed in the rain.