Chen Ting repeated the process of the morning physical examination.

Soon, the results of the medical examination came back.

Maria glanced at the medical report casually.

At this sight, she opened her mouth wide in shock......

The number in the physical fitness column turned out to be 76!

"Nope! That's impossible! ”

Maria picked up the medical report and compared the data one by one.

In the end, I have to admit that Chen Ting's physical fitness has indeed improved in a short period of time.

"Maria, what's the matter?" Will asked with a solemn face.

Maria looked up and handed the medical report to Will.

"Coach Weir, congratulations on having a player who has created miracles, Chen Ting's current physical fitness is 76 points."

Will swept his gaze over the medical report: "Maria, is this medical report credible?" ”

"Don't worry, Coach Will, I use my professionalism as a guarantee that there will be no problem."

Will nodded, and shoved the medical report into the arms of the person who carried Brooke's news.

"Go back and tell Director Brooke that Chen Ting is fully qualified to be in the squad!"

……

Three days later, the country of Fark.

The home stadium of the Monaco youth team was filled with cheers.

Hundreds of Monaco fans stood in the stands and sang a loud team anthem.

Comparatively speaking, Montpellier has a lot fewer fans, only fifty or sixty people.

Only die-hard Montpellier fans come here in their free time to support the youth team.

Seeing these players is like seeing the future of the team.

On the sidelines, the players of Montpellier and Monaco were warming up and making their final preparations for the pitch.

Coach Weir took the starting list and swept his gaze over all the players.

When he saw Chen Ting, a look of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and then he shook his head.

'The starting line-up is the same for the time being, tell the rest of the world to be ready to play.'

The assistant coach heard Weir's words and took the starting line-up and handed it to the fourth official in the referee's box.

After the warm-up, players from both sides entered the field side by side, standing on either side of the three referees.

The Monaco fans on the sidelines also cheered.

"Come on! Kill Montpellier! ”

"Let them taste our awesomeness!"

"Kick them out!"

……

"Toot!"

With the referee's whistle, the Montpellier U17 vs. Monaco U17 match officially began!

It was Monaco who served first.

Monaco FC has a long history and an excellent youth system, and the players who have been selected for the Under-17 are the best in a hundred years.

As soon as the game began, Monaco launched a fierce attack.

In the sixth minute, a Monaco midfielder sent a precise through ball.

The target was none other than the number 10 team-mate at the edge of the Montpellier penalty area.

The number 10 striker receives the ball, stops and gets rid of a defender and shoots with his feet.

The ball is off the left side of the post.

Montpellier's goalkeeper breathed a sigh of relief.

Two minutes later, Montpellier immediately returned the color.

Captain Nordin won possession near the centre circle and drove straight into the opposition half.

Faced with Monaco's two defenders in the bag, Nordin did not fall in love.

After colliding with the quickly plugged in Muller, the ball was at Notting's feet again.

Kick up, shoot.

But because the distance is too far, the force is too light.

Easily held in the arms of the goalkeeper of Monaco.

After more than ten minutes of mutual testing, the game entered a white-hot stage.

The ball is constantly changing at the feet of the players on both sides, and the pace of attack and defense is getting faster and faster.

But there was never a goal.

"Attack! Offensive! Lads! Kick them out! The Monaco Under-17 manager shouted loudly from the sidelines.

Hearing the words of the coach, the Monaco team further strengthened their attack.

The midfielders pressed hard, and the lineup changed from 433 to 253.

Twenty-first minute.

The Montpellier midfielder made a mistake and Monaco grabbed the ball and launched a sharp attack.

The midfielder plugs straight into the ribs, and the No. 7 striker smashes forward and shoots at the goal!

The fast-moving soccer ball was like a cannonball, hitting the top left corner of the goal.

The ball is in!

Monaco took the lead, leading 1-0.

Monaco's No.7 hugged his teammates and celebrated wildly after the goal.

The atmosphere of the stadium was pushed to the first climax.

The game continued.

Montpellier were not discouraged under Nordin's leadership, and the whole team was full of fighting spirit, vowing to equalise in the first half.

In the 39th minute, Muller took a corner kick from the right.

The soccer ball crossed a graceful arc to the goal.

Striker Fitz headed in and slightly crossed the crossbar.

Coach Weir applauded on the sidelines and cheered on his players: "It's okay! Just kick it like that! Be patient and look for opportunities! ”

In the 45th minute, striker Muller was tackled to the ground by a Monaco defender on a long run.

Montpellier had a well-placed free-kick opportunity.

Nordin took the penalty and the ball went around the wall, only to be punched away by the Monaco goalkeeper.

Muller followed up with a follow-up shot.

The ball is in!

Montpellier equalizes 1:1!

At the same time, the referee blew the whistle for the end of the first half.

In the dressing room, the Montpellier players who had just come off the pitch discussed the goal just now.

'Muller, the goal was so beautiful, I thought we didn't have a chance.' Nordin patted Muller on the shoulder.

Will pushed open the door to the locker room.

"Good play, boys! The equaliser was a beautiful goal! ”

"But that's not enough! Tell me out loud, is a draw what you want? ”

With a single sentence, Weir stirred up the emotions of the Montpellier players.

"It's not!" The players shouted.

"That's good! In the second half, you have to strengthen your cooperation, and take the initiative to attack Monaco and win the game while ensuring the defense! ”

The players nodded their heads one after another, their hearts full of fighting spirit.

"Rest well and give them some color in the second half."

Will uttered the last sentence and turned to the tactics board, thinking about tactics on his own.

His face was very calm, but he was a little irritable in his heart.

The players were already doing well, but they couldn't dominate the pitch and could barely equalise.

If you are still so passive in the second half, I am afraid that there will be more than one luck.

It would be nice to be able to maintain this score until full-time.

As for winning? Only hope that a miracle will happen......

Thinking of the miracle, Will looked at Chen Ting sharply.

How did I forget this dragon boy?

Super World Wave ...... outside the penalty area

Physical fitness improved by three points in a short period of time......

Isn't it all a miracle?

A flash of brightness flashed in Will's eyes and he came to Chen Ting.

"Chen Ting, be mentally prepared, I'll let you play later."

'You know what I want, play well and prove your worth with goals!'

Looking at Will's trusting eyes, Chen Ting nodded slightly.

This is not hubris.

With the blessing of the system, as long as he gets the opportunity to play, he is not afraid of not being able to score goals.