Chapter 1 Genius? Mentally Handicapped!

Spain, Barcelona, ​​left of Aristides Avenue.

This is the famous La Masia football school in the football world.

There are countless players who have come out from here, among which there are top international stars such as Messi, Xavi, Inesta and so on.

This is the cradle of genius and the holy land that countless young people yearn for.

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Under the scorching sun, the boys in the green field were engaged in a fierce 5V5 confrontation.

The five small groups played exquisitely with each other, almost everyone touched the ball with one foot, and the black and white passed through the crowd, like an elves.

'Tiki-Taka' (passing control tactics), which is the foundation of the Barcelona dynasty, the passing control mechanism with the midfield as the core and the high pressing tactics, this is the football philosophy of Barcelona.

Gorgeous and efficient way to play.

As Barcelona's youth training, La Masia's little guys naturally need to receive training in this regard, and small-scale fierce collisions are more conducive to exercising this transmission and control mechanism.

Sunshine, sweat, and shouting made the La Masia training camp full of youthful enthusiasm.

On the court, the five little guys performed extremely hard, and one of them, the black-haired, yellow-skinned teenager was even more eye-catching.

This is an about 18-year-old boy, with a simple and honest face on his childish face. He has an excellent sense of the ball.

Passing out, taking it back, passing it out, taking it back.

The football shuttled among the five small partners, and the entire team slowly approached the opponent's goal. The one who controlled the football for the longest time was the yellow-skinned boy.

The teenager's expression is a little dull, and his eyes are a little dull. He hardly looks down at the ball, he is always looking around, but he can firmly control the football under his feet, and he can always easily face the opponent's pressing. Feel free to transfer or pass.

"Stupid, here!"

Suddenly, a brown-haired teenager shouted, and then started at high speed.

At the same time, the yellow-skinned boy suddenly handled the ball, and the football passed through the gap in the crowd like a knife, and accurately found the brown-haired boy.

This is a through ball like a scalpel.

Stealth, Fast, Deadly!

Almost ran through the entire back line.

Seeing this ball, the entire stadium instantly boiled.

Whoa! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The brown-haired teenager who was chasing the football was also full of joy. The ball had an advance, so he didn't need to slow down deliberately.

The opponent's defender was half a position behind him, and he was confident that his footwork would completely explode the opponent.

The brown-haired boy received the ball and simply took a step, getting closer to the penalty area.

It's a one-pointed shot.

He could even see the opponent's goalkeeper rushed forward in a panic, threw himself on the ground, stretched his body as much as possible, and tried to block the angle of the shot.

But... easier said than done.

I saw the young man rubbing lightly, and the football crossed a wonderful arc in the air, passing over the body of the goalkeeper, and floating in the direction of the gate.

The next moment, the net of Bai Huahua trembled!

"pretty!!"

The brown-haired boy jumped up suddenly, turned around and ran wildly. His target was the shy teammate who was in the midfield and smiled.

This boy who gave him a scalpel-like through ball and assisted him - Yi Le.

"Idiot, your pass is great!"

"Nice job, idiot!"

"You're amazing, you idiot!"

"We have a midfield master, hoo hoo hoo!!"

The teenagers gathered together and cheered excitedly to score goals. The crisp and energetic figures spread to every corner of the green field.

Yi Le smiled very honestly,

Scratching his head, he said, "Ben, your goal is more beautiful."

"Yeah! Hehe, I played Flender with this pick-and-roll game, hehe!"

Neseto finished speaking with a smile, and raised his chin in a demonstration towards the opponent's goalkeeper - Flanders not far away.

Flender muttered a little unhappily; "It's not a good idea for an idiot to pass it on, let him come to our group to try."

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, the idiot is our baby! Hahahaha..."

"Yes, fools are treasures, and fools will give them to you."

"A little bit a little bit..."

Seeing the grimacing teenagers cheering recklessly, the two youth coaches and the supervisor on the sidelines showed a smile on the corners of their mouths.

"Gentlemen, this is the future of Camp Nou!"

Youth training director, Miranda said with a look of relief.

"Tell me about the rating."

The two youth training coaches immediately took out a notepad and began to analyze it.

"Sadic, possession: 7, shooting: 5, off the ball: 7, high pressing: 9."

The youth training director nodded slightly and said, "There is progress. If he works harder on the ball, he can enter the reserve team."

As a pass-and-control-based Barcelona, ​​they pay particular attention to ball possession and scoring in midfield.

"Koster Ben, Possession: 8, Shot: 8, Off the Ball: 5, High Press: 5."

The youth training director frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Lazy kid!"

The two academy directors began to summarize the scores of other players.

In general, the boys have improved a lot during this period of training, which also makes the youth training director feel comfortable.

In the end, the director of youth training aimed his gaze at the black-haired boy in the field, and said with a hint of regret: "What's Yi's stats?"

The two youth coaches looked at each other with bitter eyes, and one of them said:

"Yile, possession: 9 points, shooting: 3 points, running without the ball: 9 points, high pressing: 9 points..."

After a pause, the youth training coach turned a page and said with a complicated face: "IQ: 69, mildly mentally handicapped!"

This is an extremely eye-catching data, but it pales in front of the last data.

Yi Le, mild mental retardation!

His IQ is only 69, commonly known as 'dumb' or 'mentally retarded'.

Hearing this answer, the youth training director shook his head helplessly. Barcelona doesn't mind cultivating sick players, just as they discovered 'Messi' and made him a 'Barcelona king', as if La Masia fell in love with him This kind of development game.

But Messi's disease is a developmental problem, and he only needs to maintain growth hormone, and there is no problem with his growth.

But Yi Le is special. He is in arrears with IQ, and even belongs to the "mentally retarded".

Yi Le was a genius discovered by La Masia's youth training director during a visit to China. At that time, when he looked at the little man who was like an elf on the court, he excitedly shouted the words "Harvey, Harvey".

Although Yi Le's playing style is a little more gorgeous, and he is more inclined to "Xiao Luo", but his control in the middle and broad vision are particularly valued by the youth training director, and he almost won Yi Le in a visit.

But when he returned to the training base for a medical examination, bad news came.

Yi Le's IQ is only 69, which means he is mildly retarded.

Although he is extremely talented in playing football, no one can guarantee that this teenager with arrears in IQ can play the desired effect.

After all, professional football is not a joke, and football is not blindly based on talent.

Therefore, Yi Le almost became a joke in the Barcelona media at that time, the media said, 'The director of youth training signed a mentally retarded genius to come back! ’.

This almost became an oolong for the entire city.

But the youth training director did not give up Yi Le. He stayed for two years, but now he is overwhelmed, and Yi Le has not been able to complete the transformation he needs.

"The management of the club has spoken, they don't need a mentally retarded successor to Harvey!"

It sounds hurtful, but it's true.

The youth training director's face was ashen and said, "That's because they haven't seen this little guy play football!"

"But it doesn't matter anymore, Xavi is leaving this season and his place doesn't belong to La Masia."

The youth training director's expression changed, and he said, "The club wants to sign?"

"There is no accurate information, but it should be so. After all, La Masia has not been able to send very good players to the main team in recent years."

The youth training coach looked helpless. When La Masia was at its most brilliant, he almost completed the formation of Barcelona's 'cosmos team', but it seemed that the nutrients had been sucked up by that era.

Although they are still regarded as the best youth academy in the world, the report card they called out is really beyond compliment.

There was a hint of helplessness in the silence of the youth training director. He could not make irresponsible remarks about the choice of the club. After all, he was only the youth training director.

Putting aside these irritable thoughts for a while, the youth training director stepped forward and clapped his hands, attracting the attention of many little guys.

"Guys, you had a great performance today, especially Sadic."

A freckled teenager with a face full of excitement, he was named and praised.

As for Coster Ben, who scored the goal, his face was full of grievances. It was me who scored the goal!

"Sadic, go to the reserve team tomorrow to report!"

The whole stadium is suddenly quiet!

Everyone's faces were full of disbelief, and Sadic himself was simply stupid!

The youth training director raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Is there a problem?"

Sadic shuddered, almost bouncing off the ground, his whole body stiffened, and his voice trembled: "No. No problem, sir!"

After he finished speaking, he threw his fists hard to encourage himself.

The other teenagers looked over with envy and envy, and even Yi Le's simple and honest face was full of envy.