By the end of July, after a month of training and warm-up games, Don had largely decided on his squad for the new season.

Adriano. Mock has been in a lot of pain lately. When he got a call from the first team, he was very excited. He thinks that after nearly ten years of hard work, it is finally time to realize his ideals.

But reality brutally knocked him down.

The first team leader, who always liked to wear sunglasses and rarely had a smile on his face, barely threw any approving glances at him. He could feel that the same players who were drawn from the youth team were treated differently from the others.

Of course, his own performance may not be very good......

He found that the boss prefers the kind of player who is not afraid of physical confrontation in the game, and even actively seeks physical confrontation. And a person like him, who relies entirely on technique to avoid physical confrontation, is not very popular.

He has suffered three major injuries since his promotion to the Under-16s, the most severe of which was the one suffered since his loan spell at Sunderland last season. He admits that he is afraid of direct physical contact with strong opponents, but he also believes that if you can avoid these physical confrontations with skill, then you can't say that you are doing something wrong - why does it have to be physical contact? If I can practice my skills to the point where the opposing defenders can't catch me at all, then isn't there no need to have to collide with the opponent head-on?

From the very beginning of his first injury, he put this idea into practice. So his technique is the most improved and the best in the team. He is always adept at deceiving opponents with subtle feints against his peers, or bypassing defenders early with great speed. This approach makes him unbeatable in the youth team and very pleasing to the crowd. As such, he is also considered by Greenwood to be the most promising youngster in this year's youth team.

But none of his strengths worked at South Wilford.

When he made his debut for Forest's first team in a warm-up game, he faced the same fierce defenders in League One. He tried his best to use his advantage to break through, but it only made him look like he was running away.

He still remembers it well. When he was too sticky to the ball and was caught by two defenders who stepped forward to snatch the ball, he caught a glimpse of the head on the sidelines shaking his head.

He was substituted midway through that game and sat on the bench panting for breath. He knew he had done a bad job. But it's just the first game, and everyone has one time, doesn't it? He comforted himself in his heart.

So the next game ...... He was still substituted in the middle of the game, or near the end of the game.

But the twenty-two-year-old who was still in the reserves, and he had always used him as an object of ridicule. Watching and joking with other people that mixing like that is the end of this life, thinking that this person has mediocre qualifications and no future. Cohen, who was in the first team and suddenly showed a side that surprised Mock.

He was brave and obedient. He was at ease on the pitch as if he had been playing for the first team for several seasons.

On the left flank, Cohen not only attacked, but was also actively involved in defence. Every time he saw him chase back from the front and push the opponent near the corner flag, Mock, who was sitting on the bench, would sneak a glance at the head, and then he would be jealous to see the head smiling and nodding!

Why!

He still doesn't think he's inferior to Cohen. In terms of talent and technology, he is not a little ahead of him. Cohen's skill might be limited to stopping the ball and passing it out...... Will he be able to pick the ball with his heel? Will he keep pedaling his bike without tripping over the ball? Will he use a series of smashes to change direction and accelerate past people? Will he pick up the ball to avoid the opponent's tackle in a high-speed run? Will he step on the ball and turn around?

Watching him play football can only make me frown, it is simply a miner playing football, there is no beauty in it!

But looking at him like that, he has more hope of staying in the first team than he is......

Mock felt unfair.

"Fifteen days to go. The new season has begun. The big list can also be determined. Don said to Don and Chrislak in his office, "You can do this offending thing." He smiled.

"I'll do it. Chrislak took the task on his own initiative.

In fact, the main thing is to inform the players who have been transferred from the youth team and the second team, as well as the young people who have only joined the team this summer. It was like sending them to the first team, and Chris Rac called them one by one. Inform them if they will continue to train with the first team or if they will return to training with the youth and second teams for a while. This work is really offended...... Of course, if the other party is smart enough, he can understand that it is Tony who actually makes this decision. Donne's head.

"Also, there are three Championship teams and one League One team against Chris. Commons is interested. If the price is right, sell it......" Don waved his hand.

Cummons' level has not kept up with the team's demands for a long time. It was only now that Don decided to sell. On the one hand, out of the consideration of opening up sources and reducing expenditure, he sold those players who could not contribute much to the team, and at the same time the club had to pay him a salary; On the other hand, he naturally doesn't want Commons to be a bench for the rest of his life in the Forest team, even if he can't play in the Premier League. It's better to play in the Championship than to spend your time here.

Although Cummons is very loyal, he has not complained about playing as a substitute here. Don still wants to sell him ruthlessly.

The third reason is that he has found someone who can replace Cammons - Chris. Cohen.

This month, Cohen has shown Don bit by bit that Don has seen it in his eyes and remembered it in his heart. He believes that Cohen's ability is completely above Cummons, and that he has not had a problem with playing in the reserve team for several years, which shows that he is the kind of player who can accept the fate of the bench. Don likes this kind of player the most - he has the strength but no ideas. It won't be a stabilising factor in the locker room.

At the end of the day's training session, Krislak announced to the players that several youngsters would receive a call from him this evening to inform them if they would be registered for next season's Premier League.

For those young people. The most critical moment came.

Mock returned home nervous. Then he continued to wait anxiously for the assistant coach to call.

He was full of fantasies of luck and thought he still had a chance of making the first team. The basis for his thinking came from the two warm-up games before this. He's playing a little bit more than he used to. He believes it was his brilliant technique and swift breakthrough on the right that impressed the head.

After a month, his goal is to become the team's most promising young star, and instead of hoping to make a name for himself and become the team's most promising young star, he can play in the first team, even as a rotational player.

The young man who was full of dreams at the beginning now has to put his unrealistic dreams aside.

At half past nine o'clock in the evening, he waited for the call to decide his fate.

David. Chris Rac holding the players' address book. On it found "Adriano. Mock".

It was his last call today.

Also the only phone call that is different.

He used to laugh and tell them the results, but now he needs to put his face up before dialing the phone - it's not something that makes people laugh.

Chris Rac has done a lot of offending things. He and Don are Don's left and right hands, and most of the time Don is a likable image in front of the players, and he mingles with the lads and looks like he's having a good time. And all the trivial matters that need to offend some people are left to Chrirak and Don to deal with. Of course, the work of offending people in the general direction of big things is done by Don. For example, swearing in the locker room.

"Hi Adriano. Mock? "The phone went through.

"It's me. Mr! I don't know if the voice over there was excited or nervous, it didn't sound like usual. It almost made Chris Rac think he had made the wrong call.

"Hmm......" Chrislak paused slightly. 'You've worked really hard in the team. To be honest, I'm really amazed by your skills, and you're pretty sharp at breaking down the right flank. He wasn't saying a compliment, or a comforting word. That's really the merit of Mock. Good is good, bad is bad. "You have some extraordinary actions that I can't even think of, and I can't do anything but applaud and exclaim. ”

After the praise......

"But. Chrisrak took the phone away. Coughed slightly. "I'm sorry to inform you that you are not in the first team's plans for this season. Of course, I'm talking about plans for the season. You still have a lot of shortcomings and we want you to continue to gain experience in the reserve team and address those shortcomings. At the same time, you can also choose to rent out and work out......"

What the assistant coach said next, Mock didn't listen at all. He hears "I'm sorry to inform you, you're not in the first team team plans for the season". There was already a murmur in my ears.

It's over?

There was only one thought in his head.

As for when he thanked the assistant coach and hung up the phone, he didn't know.

He felt unwilling.

In the youth team, I was the best one. By the time he was 17 years old, he had already received offers from other teams, and the scouts who had lobbied for him to re-sign to their team had been rejected by Mock. He is a native of Nottingham, and his family has been Nottingham Forest fans since his great-grandfather, and he only wants to play for Nottingham Forest.

Whether it's David. Chris Lack. Or Don. Or Mason Greenwood, who was very optimistic about him when he was in office. They assured him. He will have a bright future ahead of him at Nottingham Forest.

He'll be like George. A good Forest player like Wood, who wears a Nottingham Forest shirt every week to give the fans who support him beautiful dribbles and breakthroughs, as well as goal after goal......

His room was plastered with posters of the greatest Earth star in Forest's history, and when he first joined the Forest, he had the same dream — one day when he retired from the Forest, all the fans at the City Stadium stood up and chanted his name.

Now it's all gone. He can't even get into the first team!

At the start of the second day's training, Donn and his coaches looked at Adriano with some surprise as he warmed up in the team. Mock.

Don glanced at Chrislac.

The other party hurriedly explained: "I called him and clearly rejected him." ”

"Maybe it's unwilling. Don said beside him.

"I'm ......" Donn was about to open his mouth, but Chrislak ran out, "I'll go tell him again." ”

"Mock!" Chris Lak strode over to Adriano with a straight face. In front of Mock, he reached out and grabbed his arm. "What are you doing here?"

"Training, sir. Mock's hand was grabbed, and he moved his legs.

"Didn't I make it clear to you? Yesterday on the phone, I told you. You should go to the reserves for training and games. ”

"You have made it very clear, sir. But I don't think the reserves will allow me to make any progress. Mock paused and looked directly at the assistant coach of the first team.

The two of them arguing caught the attention of everyone else in the training ground. The players who were warming up also stopped their business and turned their heads to look at Coach Chris Rak and Mock who were pulling together.

"Then you can choose to go out on loan and gain experience. Just like the previous two seasons! ”

"Is it a Premier League team?" Mock asked rhetorically.

"It depends on whether there are any Premier League teams interested in you. "Tony. Don Grace's voice rang out next to the two of them. He glanced at Mock, then turned to Chrisrak and said, "Looks like you're in some trouble, David?" ”

"I'm sorry, Tony. But I ......."

Don interrupted. Ask Mock directly: "Didn't Coach Chris Rac make it clear to you on the phone yesterday?" You're not up to the level of the first team right now. But you can play in the reserves or go out on loan to gain experience and correct your mistakes. ”

"But I don't think I'm that bad. I don't think the reserves or the Championship will help me improve, chief. Even in the face of Donn, Mock did not shy away from looking at him. "My technique is the best in the same youth team and my speed is fast. You've seen me play. Didn't I impress you with my breakthrough on the wing? ”

Don stared at the kid for a moment, wondering where he had come from so much courage.

Then he turned to look at Chrisrak.

"He was really outstanding when he was in the youth team...... "Chris Lak shrugged a little awkwardly. "One-on-one, almost no one can guard him without fouling. ”

"I'm not going to let my players not foul in official matches. Don said.

"Do you know what your problem is? Mock. He asked, twisting his face again.

"Physical confrontation. But I have a way to avoid these confrontations, and my skills are outstanding. I'm fast. Even if three people surrounded me, I could get rid of it in time. I'm smart, and I know how I can make the most of my strengths and avoid my weaknesses......" Mock was like a salesman, desperately telling the merits of the product in his hand. He wants to stay in the Nottingham Forest first team, no matter what means.

Don stared at him again, as if to see him through.

When Donn also intervened in the dispute between Chris Rac and Mock, the players present no longer ignored the coach's orders. Gather together to see what's going on.

Now they have figured it out, it turns out that Mock was listed out of the new season plan by the leader, and they are unwilling to come and ask for an explanation......

This kid is so bold! No one has ever done that in Donn's Forest.

"Do you want to bet?" Eastwood ran around the crowd, "Bet on that kid to stay?" I am a banker, and the odds of staying are twenty to one, and the odds of leaving are seven to one! ”

"Two hundred pounds, I bet he won't stay. I don't like that kid. Pepe got in on the mix. He did have reason not to like it. Every time you practice in the team. Mock has always picked on defenders like Pepe, who have proven themselves in the Premier League and European football, and if they succeed, they do it. It's going to be very exciting. This really made Pepe feel insulted. If it weren't for the fact that the boss didn't allow an internal fight, Pepe couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't punch Mock in the nose.

Pepe took the lead and more and more players got involved. 100, 50 and more. However, everyone is not optimistic that Mock will be able to stay.

"Hey! Hey! The gypsy screamed. "At this time, you should bet on the underdog. "If everybody bets on Mock to leave, then he won't make anything in a gamble...... According to his odds, if the bet on Mock to stay. If Mock does stay, then he will reap two thousand pounds for a hundred pounds. If you don't win the bet, these bets will naturally go to Eastwood alone. And bet on Mock to leave, Mock is really gone, in addition to returning the principal of one hundred pounds, Eastwood has to take another fourteen pounds. Unless everyone bets on Mork to leave, and Mork stays instead, he's just waiting to lose money......

"Bet on the underdog. We're not stupid. Freddy. Looking at your own odds, who else do you believe would bet on him to win? Everyone laughed. It's not that everyone doesn't like this bubbly boy like Pepe, but everyone knows what happens when they go against the boss.

"A thousand pounds, I bet he'll stay. "George. Wood said outside the circle. Everyone was stunned and turned their heads to look at him.

"Why?" Pepe asked.

"Somebody has to make him some money. He pointed to Eastwood.

"Shh Eastwood frowned. I don't appreciate it. Although George. It's been years since Wood cut his leg, but his opinion of Wood hasn't changed much. "Don't worry, if you win accidentally, I won't pay the bill. ”

If Wood really wins. Eastwood was to pay twenty times the thousand pounds - twenty thousand pounds.

Even if you are a professional player, this is not a number that you can just take out and not feel distressed about.

Although Wood joined, there were finally people betting on the unpopular. But the others are still betting on "Mock will definitely go".

The youngsters who had only joined the team this season hesitated outside the circle for a while and squeezed in.

"Aren't you going to have fun, Cohen?" Bostok, who placed his bet, squeezed out again and found that Chris. Cohen still sat still. "Anyway, the coaches don't care, it's okay to take a small bet. ”

Cohen shook his head: "I don't gamble. He looked at Mock, who was still confronting the two coaches.

"Mock boy...... It's going to be bad luck this time. Bostok leaned over him and sat down. In fact, everyone knows that Mock looks down on Cohen. Maybe it's the relationship between location and place, one left and one right. It's always going to be compared. And Cohen is obviously more liked by the leader, which makes Mock, a person who thinks highly of himself, a little unacceptable.

"He's a stupid wretch. ”

Bostoke looked at Cohen with some surprise. This was the first time Cohen had made a negative statement about Mork. In the past, when Mock targeted Cohen in training, intentionally or unintentionally, he was always silent.

"I thought I was the best in my age group and I thought I should have a smooth ride when I came out of the youth team. fantasized that he was ordered to be in danger in a key game, and the final savior, and he became famous in a fight. Use flashy techniques to please the audience and commentators, and think that you will become a world-class star by passing five people in a row, and represent England to win the European Championship and the World Cup. A teammate with mediocre qualifications should not drag him back as long as he works hard. Just try to create space for him to perform. I should be the symbol of this team. The number one star, the media circles around him like flies all day long. The beauties changed one night and were touted by the fans as the best talent in the history of the team. The big clubs waved cheques and blocked his door begging him to join, and the head coach threatened to hang himself if he sold him. When he retired, thousands of people saw him off, and a bronze statue of him was erected outside the stadium before he died. The stands of the most die-hard fans are named after him, and England's annual award for the best player is his name......"

After Cohen said so much in one breath, he turned his face to look at the surprised Bostoke and smiled: "This kind of daydream. I've done it before. ”

Don withdrew his gaze, "Good, boy. I'm giving you one last chance to prove to me what you're capable of, and tell me by your actions that all your previous judgments were wrong. If you can do it, I'll let you stay. If you can't do it, you can go where you need to go. ”

"I accept!" Mock nodded vigorously.

Donn turned and walked away, directing the staff to move a small goal into the penalty area on one side of the pitch.

"Put it here. He pointed to the penalty line on the right.

After doing this, he will keep the football under his feet. Hook called Mock.

"The forbidden area is such a large space, two against two. I don't care how you get rid of the defenders, and then whether it's shooting or passing to your partner...... If it's a shot, it must be scored to win. If it's a pass, you have to make sure that your partner catches your ball and shoots it in to win. Do you have any comments? ”

"Is there a goalkeeper?"

"What do you need a goalkeeper to do with such a small goal?"

"Can I choose my partner?"

'Of course, you can pick the player in the first team who you think has the best shooting technique. ”

Mock looked at the small goal, then pointed to Eastwood in the distance, who was busy calculating the bet: "Freddy. Eastwood, I want Freddie to be my partner. ”

Don nodded in agreement: "Good." Chris Rac, who was next to him, turned around and shouted, "Freddy——! Come here!! ”

Eastwood ran over with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter?" Chief? ”

"Two-on-two, you partner with him. Donn pointed at Mock. "You two ...... from that side," he said, pointing to the edge of the box across the goal. "Start the offensive and go all the way here. He's going to lead the attack, and you're going to have to cooperate with him and open up space for him. He doesn't necessarily pass the ball to you and may shoot himself. Just like an official competition. ”

Eastwood was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "No problem, sir." ”

"Alright. Team up on your side to finish. It's time for me to find you a match. Donn turned around and glanced around at the players gathered to watch the excitement. Then he said to Chrillak, "Go and call George and Pepe." ”

Chrislac was stunned and didn't leave: "You're not kidding, are you, Tony?" ”

"I'm certainly not kidding. ”

"But the two of them ......"

Don looked at the confident Mock standing in front of him and said: "Since you want to gain a foothold in the first team of Nottingham Forest, you naturally have to challenge the strongest opponent." We're not a team fighting for relegation. If you can't win against George and Pepe, let alone win against the world's strongest enemies. Are you right, Mock? ”

Mork nodded, "Yes, Chief." Playing against weaker opponents, I might as well go to the reserves and opt for a loan move to the Championship. ”

Don snapped his fingers, "I like this character." Call them here. ”

Eastwood overhears their conversation. The face is a little difficult to look at.

Chris Lak strode up to the players and waved, "George, Pepe." Come out! ”

Now everyone knows what the boss is going to do. There was an uproar in the crowd.

"Hey, George! You wouldn't deliberately put water in order to win, would you? ”

"Pepe! Teach that kid a lesson! Stick Freddy, don't give him a chance to shoot! ”

Chris Rac looked at the group and cried and laughed. Did they sneak up on this matter?

Pepe and Wood stepped forward, and he glanced at the captain beside him, "I'm going to give it my all, captain." ”

"Do you think I'm a person who can release water?" Wood asked rhetorically.

The two men followed Chrislak to the group of people waiting there.

Donn re-explained the rules to Pepe and Wood. Finally, he emphasized: "It's not about training, or acting. This is the official competition. It's about whether we can enter the key battle of next season's Champions Cup! I want you to show all your strength and attitude. If I see someone who isn't working. You know what the consequences are. ”

He then exited the box and let Chris Rac act as the referee.

"Come on. Guys. A total of five rounds, three wins and two losses! ”

A crowd gathered around to watch this special game.

Just like the official competition. Eastwood tees off in the "centre circle" and passes the ball to Mock. He runs forward on his own, helping Morque to get Pepe's attention.

Mock dribbled up to George. Wood.

When the two of them were still three meters away, Mock's upper body suddenly shook. The soccer ball came out of the back of his head and flew towards George. Wood's uh back.

Pick the ball with your heel!

"wooooow-" Someone whistled from the sidelines, and it was a flashy gesture. But what about the actual effect......

Wood turned on the spot and spread his arms to stop Mock as he tried to get around. Then he calmly kicked the football to Pepe, who was in the back.

Chris Rac's sentry sounded: "The first game is over, George they won!" ”

There was a cheer from the sidelines. Of course, they weren't cheering because Mock had lost, they were happy because they had the hope of winning a little money.

Mork gritted his teeth and stared at the captain with a calm face.

Eastwood shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands.

In the second game, it was still Eastwood who passed the football to Mock, and then Mock went it alone.

This time, he planned to take advantage of his sudden start, and use the change of direction acceleration to shake off the standing George. Wood. He was confident in his speed, even if the captain was as fast. But turning around is always slower than breaking in a straight line, isn't it?

He flicked a shot and managed to break through Wood. The defender who needs to turn around does have to lose. But just as he was excited and about to continue to break through Pepe in front, he was knocked into a stumble from diagonally behind.

He desperately wanted to keep his balance and keep the ball. But under such a fierce physical impact, everything was in vain.

He staggered and took the ball out of bounds. Pepe didn't even stand still.

"Foul!" He shouted unwillingly.

"Reasonable collision. Chrislak said to him. "At the end of the second game, George and Pepe won. ”

"You're too weak, kid!" Pepe laughed at him in front.

Eastwood shook his head slightly.

The third game. The gypsies still kicked the football to Mock and ran forward. But he doesn't expect the man to pass the ball to him. Apparently Pepe thought so too, and he left Eastwood alone, right behind Wood. Wait to flank back and forth with Wood.

This time, Mock's eyes seemed to be able to breathe fire, and he stared at Wood. The speed of the ball at his feet has not changed at all.

Step to the left and go around the football.

Wood was unmoved.

Stride to the right and go around the ball.

Wood was unmoved.

False buckle of the right foot.

Wood was unmoved.

Right foot back again.

Wood remained unmoved. Just follow his speed and retreat.

Raise your right foot and continue to smash the ball. The moment his feet landed, Mock's toes touched the football. Instead of rolling to the left, the ball went straight between Wood's legs!

The crowd screamed: This kid is wearing Wood's crotch!!

Wood was stunned for a moment—he didn't expect to be thrown by the other man's crotch—and saw the other man speed past him.

Pepe was shocked and was about to step forward to defend. But I saw Wood turn around sharply and chase after him in great stride. When Kankan could touch Mock, a hand reached out and grabbed the boy's shoulder, then his body sank, his hand pulled back, his legs split, and shoveled the football at Mock's feet.

Back tackle!

Mock didn't even have time to be happy, so he fell headlong, and even rolled with the ball several times before stopping.

There was a sudden silence outside the field. Everyone was thinking: The captain really got his feet......

Mock lay on the ground. Looking back in amazement, George, who was still in a tackle position. Wood. He couldn't believe what had just happened.

Chrislac's whistle sounded. He ran to the two and showed Wood a yellow card: "Foul!" The third game is over. George and Pepe win! ”

Mock reacted violently, and he jumped up from the ground. Pointing at Wood and yelling, "Why! He fouled! It was him who fouled! Why did he still win?! ”

"Because your offense is over. Chrislak explained.

"But he stopped me with a foul! Isn't fouling an action that is not allowed by the rules? "Mock doesn't give up. Because he knows that he has three wins in five games, and if he loses this game, he will be eliminated.

Looking at Mork's angry face, Chris Rac really couldn't connect him with the man who was always triumphant before.

"Have you ever seen a football game where you didn't get a single foul in 90 minutes?" The coach, who had coached Mock when he was on the youth team, asked with a cold face.

"It's not fair!" Mock was stunned for a moment and continued to yell, "It's not fair to use fouls to stop the offense!" If he hadn't fouled, I would have broken through! ”

"Nonsense!" Chris Rac roared as well. "You've got past Wood, and there's Pepe up ahead. When you've used Wood's time to pass Pepe, Wood has rushed back! You've continued! Can you get past eleven people on the field? ”

"As long as you enter the restricted area......"

"Rest assured, they'll take you down before you get into the box. Just like Wood did to you! ”

"That's a foul!"

"Have you ever seen a football game without a foul! What did Tony just say? When it's an official game! The official match of your opponent is not for you to pass casually without moving the pole! It's not that there are no robots that don't have a sense of self-thinking! ”

Mock was completely stupid.

"Three out of five games, you lose, Mock. Now, go back to the reserves! Krislak said coldly, pointing to the field to the west.

The players who were watching from the sidelines suddenly felt a little unbearable when they saw this scene in front of them. Anyway, the action he did with George just now was really beautiful, and it was amazing.

"David. Donn walked in and reached out to stop his assistant. "Let him finish the remaining two innings. Then he turned to Mock and said, "For your sake, you almost managed to break through George." I can give you one more chance – even if you win one of these five rounds. You can also stay. Now you have two rounds left. He held up two fingers.

Chrillac looked back at Don, he didn't think it was an additional gift from Don at all, but he felt that Don was trying to completely destroy Mork's faith. Because with Mock's current performance, it is impossible to successfully win a game.

Mock silently picked up the football. Walk back to the beginning.

Eastwood, who was a complete foil, sighed and shook his head and followed.

On the fourth attempt, Mock was again intent on a straight charge against Wood. This time, Wood didn't even have to turn his body, and he judged it in advance. Stuck in position, Mock crashed headlong and the ball was broken.

There was no more chatter or boos on the sidelines, and all the players were stunned by what they saw - in fact, everyone knew how good Mock was at and there was no chance of winning one-on-one with Wood. What shocked them was that Mock was still rushing, and Wood's style of meticulous execution of orders even in the face of weak opponents. Many people have changed positions between themselves and Mock in their hearts, and then feel that if he faced Wood like this, he could only feel hopeless......

Pepe watched as Wood battled Mock in front. He shrugged his shoulders in the back and turned back to make a grimace at his teammates who were watching the game outside. Wood singles out Adriano. Mock. The unlucky ghosts of himself and Eastwood are passers-by......

Fifth inning.

Mock continued to single out Wood. Pepe leaned over and prepared to rush up once Wood had his back on him. Although he knew that the chances were small, he couldn't always let Wood be the protagonist. As for Eastwood? Let him go for a walk in front of the door.

This time Mock didn't charge head-on, but instead slashed to the wing, sticking Wood inside and football on the outside. Make a wall out of your body. Block Wood's rush and possible tackles. That way, even if Wood was going to tackle the ball, he could have judged in advance to get the ball out of the way.

After running a few steps. He made a feint to stop and cut in, and the deceived Wood shook his center of gravity and continued to knock the ball forward!

But is it so easy for Wood to get rid of? Mock wouldn't be so naïve, he shook off a little distance, he adjusted again, and got to his feet...... Pass!

Football is about to pass through. From behind, a leg stretched out, the toe rubbed against the football, and the ball flew straight out of the "bottom line".

The breath that a group of onlookers raised, only then exhaled.

George. Wood caught up at the most critical time. In five battles, none of them allowed the opponent to escape from his defense zone, and no matter what method was used, he won.

When Mock saw the ball suddenly change its line and fly straight out, his knees went limp, and he fell to his knees.

His partner Eastwood came up to him and said, "Do you want to hear what I think, boy?" The last goal, what a pity. He shrugged and walked away.

Wood stood up and patted the grass clippings off his ass and walked away, without saying a word to Mock.

Two dark shadows appeared in front of him, and Mock looked up. It's Chris Rac and Donn.

"You've lost, Mork. Chrisrak said with a blank face.

"I know, Coach ......," Mock whispered with his head down.

"Do you know you lost, or do you know why you lost?" Donn asked.

"I shouldn't be alone......"

"What's the reason for that?" Don snorted.

"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know ......"

Don lifted his foot and stepped on the solid ground: "Down-to-earth, down-to-earth, boy." That's how you go further. Then he reached out and patted Mock, "Good technique, keep it up." Now go to the reserves to report. If you want to be loaned out to play, apply. ”

After saying that, he also turned and left.

"Go back and think about it, Mock. I hope today's five games will help you in the future. Chrislak finally smiled. "You have talent, but football is not played by talent. ”

Mork's mouth opened, as if to say something, but he was interrupted by Donn's voice. The two were drawn to what was happening over there.

"What's the fuss? What are you stunned about? Don't start training yet! The show is over, give me all back! We've lost too much time...... Freddy! What are you doing?! ”

"Wow, boss!"

When Mock withdrew his gaze, Chrislak was gone. He stood alone at the end of the pitch and watched the first team players as they started training.

He has always looked down on Chris. Cohen was jogging in the middle of the line. Until this summer, he was just a nobody who seemed to have no future in sight when he played in the reserves.

From today onwards, he is a member of the first team and he has to replace him in the development team......