Chapter 89 Mohertz Trial Training

Moherz put on the training uniform prepared for him by the Paris Youth Academy, put on a yellow vest, and sat on the lawn to tie his shoes.

Putting on brand new combat boots and stepping on the soft turf, Moherz jumped up and down several times excitedly.

"Sir, where do we start testing?"

Moherz shouted excitedly.

Luo Wen smiled and said, "When the others are in place, we'll start the training match directly."

Mohez froze for a moment, and said, "Is there no basic test?"

Luo Wen smiled kindly and said, "Play the game first!"

With the relief of his thinking inertia, Luo Wen felt that the players recommended by Yi Le must be midfielders. The basic statistics of such players are good enough, and their shining points can only be seen in the game.

Soon, Moherz saw players of his own age from the two teams come out, all of whom were about 11 years old.

But different from their own sloppiness, after they came to the training ground, they began to conduct warm-up training accompanied by the coach.

Running, crossing the legs, and stretching the meridian, the movements are uniform.

"It's cool!" Moherz yearned very much, and he wanted to integrate into that team.

Rowan walked up to the young players from the two teams and was talking, but Moherz didn't understand French, so he couldn't understand either.

Rowan: "A little guy came here for trial training today. His name is Moherz, and he will play training games with you in a while."

The expressions of the young players are very calm. They are used to this kind of trial training. Every year, a large number of people come here to participate in the trial training, but very few of them can stay.

Seeing that the little guys couldn't arouse any interest, Luo Wen directly released his big move.

"He is easy to recommend!"

As soon as the voice fell, the effect was remarkable.

The little players all turned their heads and looked at Moherz in a swish.

A pair of eyes with envy, jealousy, disbelief.

Who is Yi Le?

That is the prince of the Parc des Princes, one of the two biggest stars of Paris Saint-Germain, and the idol of these Paris youth players, the goal they need to catch up with.

And Moherz was recommended by Yi Le, which ignited their desire to win.

Why does this guy get Yi Le's favor?

 …

The training match is about to begin, and Moherz is placed in the midfield position, responsible for organizing the offense.

This arrangement made Moherz extremely satisfied.

The game will start soon.

The young players did not encourage Moherz out of jealousy. As the core of the playmaker, they would pass the ball to Moherz.

Moherz had the first touch and he felt really good.

The moment he raised his head, he was dumbfounded.

So fast! !

Everyone moves very quickly.

No one stayed in place waiting for the ball, they were all running, Moherz didn't know how to pass the ball for a while.

It's a completely different game from what he's played before.

Rhythm, running position, speed, etc. are all highlighting a fact.

This is youth training!

It's not a play, everyone here will set foot on the professional arena!

Moherz stayed where he was,

Soon the ball was quickly snatched away.

The little player who was grabbing the ball looked down at Moherz, frowned, and said, "So weak!"

Moherz came back to his senses, and just happened to hear this sentence, his whole face turned red immediately.

He quickly got up and wanted to integrate into the team.

But no matter how he plays, he can't keep up with the rhythm of these people, and as the core of the organization, he can't keep up with the team's rhythm. This makes him gradually lose the trust of his teammates, and no one is willing to pass the ball to him.

Moherz ran alone on the field, his little face full of confusion.

 …

On the edge of the court, Rowan frowned deeply.

Truth be told, he didn't see an iota of talent in Moherz.

There is no extraordinary skill, no superior vision, let alone Yi Le's exaggerated rhythm control.

How did he fall in love with Yi Le?

Three question marks appeared on Luo Wen's forehead.

Gordon Chomez looked anxiously at his son, and then at Rowan's expression, feeling more and more nervous.

Even he can see that his son's performance is not ideal.

Another ten minutes passed, and Moherz hadn't touched the ball for a full five minutes.

Bad performance doesn't work.

Gordon Chomez gritted his teeth and walked towards Rowan.

"Sir, I think I want to tell you something."

Rowan turned to look at Gordon Chomez: "What is it?"

Rowan's attitude was no longer as enthusiastic as before.

If Mohertz's performance is mediocre, even for Yi Le's sake, he will keep Mohertz.

But the problem is that his performance is terrible.

Gordon Chomes took a deep breath and said, "My son is very fast!"

"What?" Rowan raised an eyebrow.

"My son is very fast, he shouldn't play in the midfield, although it hits him hard, but I know, he has no shit talent in the midfield! He is suitable for playing as a winger! Because his speed really soon!"

"Are you sure?" Rowan asked.

Gordon Chomes nodded and said, "I promise!"

Rowan pondered for a moment, he blew his whistle, interrupted the game, and then called Moherz over.

The little guy looked a little lost, with a look of frustration on his face.

Rowan saw this expression a lot, and he asked directly; "Moherz, did your recommender give you any advice?"

Moherz raised his head blankly and said, "What?"

Luo Wen sighed and said, "Did he say what position you are suitable for playing?"

"Yes!" Moherz subconsciously said, "He said I should play as a winger."

After finishing speaking, he raised his foot and said, "Here are the sneakers he gave me, Nike-X15, for wingers!"

"Next, you go to play the winger!"

Mohez froze for a moment and said, "Sir, I want to play in midfield."

Luo Wen shook his head and said, "You have no talent! First of all, you have to realize one thing. Coming here does not mean that you are a member of the Paris Youth Academy. You need to prove your ability to have a chance to get better training. All you have to do now is prove yourself and stay!"

"I..." Moherz opened his mouth, feeling extremely conflicted in his heart. After a while, he nodded and said, "Okay, I understand! I'll play as a winger!"

"Go!"

The game restarts.

Moherz came to the position of the winger.

On the opposing team, the big man who had stolen his ball came over and taunted, "Hey, how much did you give the supervisor?"

Moherz glared at the other party fiercely, and said, "Next, I will humiliate you severely, bastard!"

"It's up to you?" The big man shrugged, smiling ironically.

Moherz held his breath in his heart.

He wants to tell this big man what absolute speed is.

The confrontation between the two teams at the scene continued. Moherz went up and down the sidewalk, but no one passed him.

But Moherz still ran tirelessly.

His idol Brian once said that opportunities are given to those who are prepared.

Although he knows that he has a certain gap with these players, he believes that as long as he can keep running, he will be able to seize that fleeting opportunity.

About ten minutes passed.

Moherz's first team made a mistake in the pass, passed behind the opponent's player, and rolled towards the baseline.

This distance is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

Most have also given up possession of the ball.

But Moherz kicked into action.

The frequency of his feet was very fast, and he ran like a gust of wind, surpassing the big man in an instant.

The big man who was mocking before looked at Moherz's back in astonishment.

What the hell?

The speed of the Mohertz Windmill scared a lot of people, including Rowan.

The moment Mohertz started, Rowan stood up abruptly.

"too fast!!"

This kind of explosive power, this kind of speed, can at least reach a time of 12 seconds for 100 meters.

This is talent.

Moherz galloped towards the bottom line. He took advantage of the ball to shovel and stop the ball while he slid out of the bottom line and hit the billboard.

But he didn't care at all, he got up with his hands and feet.

Lying directly with the ball and hitting the penalty area, it was already single-handedly.

Everyone looked at him in astonishment.

Luo Wen was even more excited: "Good boy, shoot! Shoot!"

boom! ! !

Moherz shoots.

Forehead.......

Looking at the anti-aircraft gun, Rowan covered his face.

Well, his fundamentals are a mess.