Lin Yun is only the team's third striker, and according to the usual arrangement and personnel habits of Reading's youth manager Mr. Cox, he will not have a chance to play until at least 60 minutes later.

Arsene Wenger had only intended to watch here for ten minutes.

So if there is an if, then a lot of things will be different.

But it turns out that fate favors not only those who are prepared, but also those who are handsome and systematic: the second striker will be banned for kicking the goalkeeper in the last game, and Lin Yun will be in the Reading Under-21 starting line-up today.

So who knows about fate?

Just like what "World Football" sighed many years later: everything is the best arrangement......

The Arsenal youth boss certainly knew what Wenger wanted to see, so he was very empathetic and almost threw out the centre-forwards under his account.

Reading made a 4-4-2.

People on the pitch can tell very well from the back numbers of the players' shirts what position everyone is playing.

No. 1 is naturally the goalkeeper, No. 2, 3, 4, and 5 are all defenders, No. 6, 7, 8, and 10 are midfielders, No. 9 is the center of Zhengyin, and No. 11 is generally the fastest striker in the team.

Most of the youth teams in the UK follow this convention, and the players can be changed, but the jersey number of each game must correspond to the correct position, so as to facilitate the coach's tactical experiments and the inspection of sideline scouts.

Although Lin Yun is not the fastest in the team, he is also not a positive center, so he can only wear No. 11 in this game.

At the beginning of the game, the boys each had a youthful face on their heads, and they quickly threw themselves into it, as if they had an endless supply of collagen.

Arsenal kicked off first and the young gunners quickly fired their first bullet under the watchful eye of the professor.

A quick pass, a cross from the wing, and eventually their black, hard number 9 headed the ball over the crossbar.

A black girl on the sidelines screamed exaggeratedly, as if the ball had gone in.

Reading's goal kick, Lin Yun walked slowly to the edge of the penalty area and did not attract too much attention.

The Reading goalkeeper didn't send the ball directly to midfield, but sent the ball to the left with a short pass to his own number three.

The No.3 left-back was the shortest of the boys and the hardest working of the team, presumably because of his homeschooling: every time he fell, his family was always shouting for him to get up, and even their dogs howled with him.

As soon as he got the ball, the number 11 on Arsenal's side immediately pressed over.

No. 3 controlled the ball steadily, and wanted to play some tricks, but No. 11 was not used to him, and went up to a savage charge and put people to the ground.

England's football culture is like this, the players are very angry, dare to collide and dare to foul, and the action is very big, but when the conflict is mainly based on pushing, the referee doesn't care much, as long as it is not a broken leg or a real PK, it is generally a free kick and it is over.

No. 6 came over and pulled No. 3 up, then set the ball up and waved his teammates to press it.

He wears the captain's armband, is the most talkative on the field, always shouting his teammates' nicknames to direct them to run, and does not forget to encourage the whole team loudly when he is behind, and his voice is hoarse after a game.

Reading doesn't seem to have the word "methodical" in their football philosophy, but rather the essence of attacking and defending, as soon as the captain speaks, the midfielders obediently press forward en masse, and the number 6 sits alone in the back after sending the ball.

Only a real look at England's lower leagues will make it understandable why the descendants of this group of pirates always like to kick the ball into the air – because the winters here are rainy and the pitches are always full of water, and only the sky can keep football moving unhindered.

There was no water on the pitch today, but that didn't stop the lads from carrying out the aerial football to the end.

The football was hoisted into the penalty area, pushed out by the defenders, hoisted in, blocked again, and repeated three times in a row, and even the Reading family and friends on the sidelines sighed.

This group of children is hopeless.

The Arsenal boss was quite dissatisfied, stood up and yelled, asking the defenders to clear the ball clean.

The Arsenal No. 4, who had the ball, was facing pressure from Reading's No. 9, and was frightened by him, and quickly knocked the ball to the No. 6.

There was no one around the number 6 and there was perfectly enough time and space to kick the ball out.

He looked at the soccer ball rolling towards him, supported with his left foot, and retreated with his right foot, striking a posture of breaking the siege with a big foot.

But what he was waiting for was the opponent's No. 11, who always made people want to kick the ball in his face.

Lin Yun accurately predicted No. 4's intentions, and suddenly activated the moment he passed, rushing to the passing route between No. 6 and No. 4 when everyone didn't react.

Without any hesitation, the left calf swung quickly and shot straight into the far corner against the football.

The ball crossed the goal line and there was no reaction from everyone in the stadium.

Lin Yun turned around and ran to the sidelines, and everyone woke up like a dream.

How did the ball go in?

Lin Yun came to the sidelines and found his mother, and the mother and son raised their right hands and lightly struck them.

"How?"

"Beautiful!"

His teammates ran up and hugged him to celebrate.

The Arsenal players were quite helpless.

A balloon.

Everybody thinks so.

Except, of course, Arsene Wenger.

While everyone else was staring at the football, he was looking at the whole penalty area, or even the whole pitch.

So only him and Isabella, who was always staring at her precious son, saw the whole process of Lin Yun's attack clearly.

Calm observation, decisive start, and finally ......

"Smart shot."

Wenger muttered to himself.

In that case, 98 out of 100 strikers would choose to shoot with a blast, one would dribble past the goalkeeper and the remaining one would hit the far corner.

But in fact, the angle at which Lin Yun hit the goal after winning the ball just now was not good, because the goalkeeper was just in front of him at that time.

If you rush to volley it in, there is a high probability that you will knock the ball away or hit the goalkeeper.

However, Lin Yun chose the more difficult, but most reasonable push far corner.

"Calm, smart, confident, funny kid."

Even so, Wenger still didn't take the kid too seriously.

If you just look at the highlights, every player is the king of the ball.

In the same way, everyone on the court has highlight moments and stupid moments, not to mention that Lin Yun's goal is really too ordinary, and there are still eight streets away from the shocking four.

Good fighters don't have great feats, and most of the natural goalscorers who score goals on the pitch are like that.

There are only a few fairy balls, and the mediocre grabbing points, the supplementary shots that my grandma can score when she goes up, and the empty goals after flexible running are the norm.

Only Lin Yun knew what terrifying energy was hidden in his body now.

It was a strange feeling: it seemed that all those people were in slow motion in his eyes.

The No. 6 who passed the ball, the No. 4 who received the ball, the goalkeeper who was stupid in front of the goal, and the teammates who were also stupid in the distance, everyone seemed to be playing in the swamp, slowly.

This refers not only to the slowness of the body, but also to the sluggishness of the nerves, as well as the slowness of thinking and consciousness.

Even the goal seemed to be a little bigger than what he had seen before.

"So this is the world of genius......"

Lin Yun suppressed his excitement, and a feeling of operating the full level number descending on the novice village spontaneously arose.