Chapter 15 Trial Training in Progress (Part II)
"Eh, the coach asked this kid to run with us? No, why do you just train with us? β
"Who knows what the coach thinks, maybe the coach has regretted it, let him practice with us for two days, and then go back to his playing style."
"That's right, it's so easy for an amateur player to want to play professional football."
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Qin Shou, who was hanging at the end of the team, was running alone, and the whispering voices of players kept coming from in front of him, but Qin Shou didn't care, pouted, and still ran unhurriedly.
After about ten minutes like this, Qin Shou had already followed the team for two laps. And when he didn't notice it, his old acquaintance Cahill unconsciously slowed down and came to Qin Shou's side.
"Hey, boy, remember me?" Cahill winked at Qin Shou as he ran.
Qin Shou rolled his eyes, looked at the sturdy man in front of him, and nodded: "Remember, in the last game, our goal was broken twice by you, a fat man. β
"Fatty?" Now it was Cahill's turn to roll his eyes, and he didn't have a good breath, "Where am I fat?" Ah, I'm called strong! Do you know what it means to be strong, it is Strong! Come and read it to me, S-T-R...... StrongοΌ β
"Boring." Qin Shou muttered.
"I mean, you newcomer...... Gotta ......" Cahill rolled his eyes again, quickened his pace, and said as he ran forward, "For your new sake, I originally wanted to cheer you up, but now it seems that there is no need for this, you can run slowly." β
Looking at Cahill's angry movements, Qin Shou was a little amused. At this time, Henry also deliberately lagged behind and came next to him.
"Tim is a very nice guy." Henry said to Qin Shou with a smile.
"Yes." Qin Shou nodded, "But it's a little boring......"
"Uh......"
Henry couldn't take it anymore, Cahill came over to cheer Qin Shou on, and was seen as boring, so isn't it also a boring move to come over now?
"I said black big ......" Qin Shou spoke again, Henry was almost choked to death by Qin Shou's title, only to hear Qin Shou wonder, "How long do we have to run?" β
"My name is Thierry. Henry, you can also call me Thierry or Henry. Next time, don't call me big black ......," Henry corrected with some helplessness.
He suddenly felt that the kid in front of him was really his "nemesis", he had fooled him in the bar before, he fooled himself again in the last game, and now, as soon as he opened his mouth, he said "big black man", and Henry now began to wonder if it was a tragedy to meet this guy.
"Okay, Big Black Henry." Qin Shou immediately corrected it.
"I ...... Never mind. Henry held his forehead, didn't bother to continue to correct, and continued to answer Qin Shou's previous question, saying, "The coach was very dissatisfied with yesterday's game, so he canceled the rest today." As a punishment, I exercised more today, usually five laps, and today it was ten. β
"Oh...... You've been running for a while, and now I'm running two more laps with you, isn't that almost the end of your running training? Qin Shou said suddenly.
"Two more laps." Henry nodded, looking at Qin Shou's eyes constantly rolling, he knew what the other party had in mind, and said with a smile, "Don't think that you take advantage, the coach will not give you a chance to be lazy." β
After saying that, Henry laughed and quickened his pace, crossed Qin Shou, and ran forward.
Soon, Qin Shou understood the meaning of Henry's words.
About two laps later, assistant coach Juan blew his whistle and told the players to stop and rest, drink water, wipe their sweat and replenish their energy.
Qin Shou also stopped, and the next moment, Juan's voice sounded again.
"New kid, don't stop, keep running."
Qin Shou was helpless, so he had to raise his feet again and jog around the training ground.
The players who were chatting and resting around the training ground didn't feel too curious about this scene, and occasionally someone pointed at Qin Shou, and most of the time, they rested in place.
One, two, three......
After about half an hour, the Red Bull players who were still resting finally couldn't help it, and looked at the training ground with puzzled eyes, and there, Qin Shou was still running.
"How many laps has he run?"
"I don't know...... Even if we started to count from the time we rested, I guess we ran another seven or eight laps. β
"So, that kid has already run ten laps, why is he still running?"
"Who knows, you say, is it because this kid scored a goal against us last weekend, so the coach deliberately corrected him?"
"I think it's very likely ......"
Another half hour passed. Qin Shou was still jogging on the training ground. In the field, assistant coach Hu stood quietly, but his eyes were always on Qin Shou.
"It's been sixteen laps." Juan looked at Qin Shou, who only had a layer of sweat beads on his forehead, but he didn't even have a breath, and sighed in surprise, "This physical fitness is really good......"
In fact, even though it is a jog, it is still very physically draining. Qin Shou was very confident in his physical strength, but after running for more than ten laps in a row, Qin Shou's breathing was already a little heavy, although he was confident that he could continue to run, but ...... When is this special size, if you don't stop, do you have to keep running until you die?
"I'm a little tired, it's the first lap, seventeen or eighteen......"
Wiping the finer beads of sweat on his forehead, Qin Shou looked back at the assistant coach who was still standing and paying attention to him, but he still didn't get the instruction to stop, frowned, and had to grit his teeth and continue running.
On the sidelines of the training ground, everyone looked surprised, and the players who had been talking about Qin Shou before closed their mouths, and even began to cheer for Qin Shou loudly.
"This kid is really good, he can run like this!"
"Come on, Asian boy!"
"Oh my God, it's the nineteenth lap, this is a monster out of nowhere! But...... I really admire his stamina! β
Henry, who was standing in the crowd, did not speak, his brows were furrowed deeply, he looked at Qin Shou, and then at the head coach Dietmar, who was already sitting on the side, the other party's face was still calm like water, and he couldn't see anything.
"What the hell is the coach thinking?" Henry muttered confusedly. And beside him, his striker partner Cahill has opened his mouth wide, and he is estimated to be able to stuff a stinky duck egg.
"Coach, is this going to kill this kid's rhythm?"
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Of course, Dietmar didn't want to kill Qin Shou.
In fact, at this moment, his heart was far from being as calm as his face appeared.
In last weekend's game, Dietmar had already seen that Qin Shou's physical strength was very good and he was very capable of running. Therefore, Ditermar's original plan was to let Qin Shou exercise the same amount as his disciples, but after ten laps, Qin Shou still looked as usual.
So he wanted to see where Qin Shou's limit was.
But the result surprised him, this kid can run so well!
It's been almost twenty laps, and this kid still shows no signs of losing his strength - let alone losing his strength, except that his breathing has become heavier, he doesn't even show any other discomfort.
"My God, just this physical fitness, what kind of football do you play, go to long-distance running, then you won't win a medal in the Olympics!"
Dietmar tried his best to suppress his emotions, and if his coach looked like he was stuffing rotten duck eggs with his mouth wide open, it would really make people laugh and lose their big teeth.
When Qin Shou ran to the thirtieth lap, Dietmar finally couldn't sit still, he got up and waved his hand at Juan, Juan nodded, and then stopped Qin Shou who was still running.
John glared at Dietmar, pulled a towel in his hand, and rushed into the training ground with a bottle of water.
"Qin, are you okay?"
John wiped the towel on Qin Shou's face, and then handed the water over, his face full of concern.
Qin Shou bent over and panted violently, and only after a moment did he take the towel and continue to wipe the sweat beads on his head and face.
"It's alright, John." Qin Shou panted like a cow, but he showed a smile at John, "It's just a little tired, thirty laps, it's really not easy." β
"Damn it, bastards!" John, who had never seen Qin Shou show such fatigue, was a little angry, and his tone was full of anger, "I have long known that these guys look down on us from playing wild ball, but I didn't expect it to be so excessive!" What's the deal, it's just treating you as a livestock, let's go, let's go back, let's not enter such a team! To hell with this trial! β
Saying that, John was going to help Qin Shou and pull him away.
"After a strenuous workout, don't rush to stop. Take a few slow steps, then slowly stop and rest. At this time, assistant coach Juan walked over, looked at John, and then at Qin Shou, and suddenly gave a thumbs up, "I've seen a lot of players who can run, but it's the first time I've seen a player like you who can run." Of course, this thumbs up is not because you have good physical strength and stamina, but, because of your persistence. β
"I've always felt like a very persistent person."
Qin Shou patted John's hand and signaled him not to be angry. The word "player" in Juan's words bit very hard, and Qin Shou understood what he meant. At this moment, the assistant coach, who had always behaved a little arrogantly, admitted Qin Shou's identity as a player from the bottom of his heart. Qin Shou's persistence touched him and deserved his respect.
Everyone has dreams, no one can talk nonsense, that is everyone's own way. For those who persevere, regardless of success or failure, they should always be treated with due respect.
"I'll pass the tryout, John." Qin Shou smiled, opened the lid of the drink, and drank it all in one gulp.
John was a little stunned and speechless.
"Good luck, Asian boy!"
Juan whispered and turned to leave.
On the sidelines, Qin Shou's temporary teammates also quietly gave a thumbs up to the young boy in front of him.
"Good luck, boy!"