Chapter 2 Trial Juventus
"Young man from the East, can we talk about it?"
A Renault car stopped in front of Li Yu, and a middle-aged man put down the window and asked.
Li Yu is obviously absent-minded and can barely understand it at ordinary times, but now the middle-aged man can't understand a word of French and still bows his head.
"I'm sorry, sir! Please say it again. I didn't hear it clearly. Please say it again.
"English?"
The middle-aged man asked when he heard Li Yu's stumbling French.
"Okay, I'm okay with English."
As he spoke, Li Yu raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man in the car. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Isn't this Deshang!"
"Young man, I'm Didier Deschamps. Are you interested in going to the club I coach for a trial? You remind me of Patrick Vieira.
Deshang saw Li Yu's surprise, introduced himself, and said what he thought.
"My God! Deschamps! He saw my intention. Yes, I thought of it when I saw the gatekeeper with slow physical reaction.
Li Yu couldn't imagine that De Shang was inviting him to try out and thought about it, "Sir, thank you for giving me the opportunity. I'll go!"
"But young man, I want to remind you! At your current state and level, it is likely to be the same result as today. After all, your reaction is too slow, which you should know clearly.
Deshang gave Li Yu a basin of cold water.
"Then you still want to give me this opportunity?" Although Li Yu was not convinced, she had to admit that his current level was not good.
"I can see that your body is not in a state at this time, and I can also see your unwillingness, so I'll give you another chance."
Deschamps looked at the young man with tears in his eyes and gave his own opinion.
"Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely try my best to succeed in the trial. Thank you again, Mr. Deschamp!"
Li Yu said and bowed to the door.
"Young man from the East, you don't have to thank me. It's football that gave you this opportunity. Please remember to cherish every opportunity given to you by football, whether on the field or off the court. See you at the Vinovo training base in Juventus in a week. Goodbye. After saying that, Deshang drove away.
He himself did not expect that this very casual trial opportunity for the youth team would be the beginning of the era of a generation of ball kings.
At this time, where is Li Yu already stupid? She kept repeating in her mind: "Juventus...? Vinovo Training Base...?"
The hand clenched more and more tightly, looking at the direction of the car disappearing, "A week later, sir! I won't let you down and football!"
After being excited, he found a practical problem. Li Yu was almost out of money. If he didn't succeed in the trial training in Italy, he would have no money to return to China at all.
But he thought about it and soon became happy. "Ha ha, Dad, you won't let your baby son beg for food in Europe. Apennine, I'm coming!"
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Vinovo, an Italian town with a history of nearly 2,000 years, is located 14 kilometers southwest of Turin, where the newly built training base of Juventus is located.
After Juventus moved into the new base, a series of unexpected things happened. Two members of the junior team drowned in a small pond in the new base because they picked up a ball, which caused more damage to Juventus than the "telephone door".
For a week, Li Yu, who did not know these things at all, finally came to the door of the Vinovo training base and watched many reporters surrounded by long guns and short cannons at the door. He didn't care and walked in.
"Young master, I'm a Chinese trial and I'm not affected by the 'telephone door'!"
During the period of**, some reporters habitually pressed the shutter and took a few photos for Li Yu. They turned around and began to chat with the surrounding reporters. No one cared about the arrival of this oriental young man.
Just two days ago, when the 06-07 Serie B League was about to start in a month, the new president of Juventus Copoli. Geely announced a peaceful breakup with Capello, the head coach and general manager of the club. Deschamps took over as the head coach of the club, and Saiko of the former Sampdoria took over as the sports manager.
At this time, Juventus was also sad. The penalty took effect, and the club was ordered to be relegated and fined 17 points. (the original judgment was 30 points, the second trial was changed to 17 points on July 26, and finally 9 points on October 28). The team had to stay in the last place for a long time at the beginning of the second division. Meritorious players left one after another. Zambrotta and Thuram went to Barcelona together, Cannavaro and Emmosen went to Real Madrid, and Vieira and Ibrahimovic became Inter Milan's players. Only Nedvede, Piero, Camoranesi, Buffon, and other players who signed lifelong contracts and Trezeguet left the team. The left-behind people also fluctuate people's hearts. Emotions are feelings. No one wants to gamble with their lives. After all, they are professional players, and the influence of the outside world on the players is still great. They can dig them away. It has also been dug up by other clubs, and the club has become a supermarket for top players.
In desperation, the club can only try its best to retain the substitute lineup last season and recycle the rented young players to enrich the team's strength.
Fortunately, the left-behind players have recently come out to refute rumors, expressing their determination to stay behind the team. The team is basically stable, and the outside world is still surging. Reporters from all walks of life need to dig up some more information.
At the same time, the club has ordered players not to contact the media privately to avoid external disturbances.
Soon, Li Yu contacted the staff of the base and explained his intention. The staff looked at him and took him to the youth team training site.
Vinsenso. Chiarenza was responsible for the training and game of the team's youth team and reserve team. Looking at the young man from the East in front of him, he said absent-mindedly, "Where on the court? I'll arrange a 7-person match for you to observe you.
Li Yu replied, "Sir, I'm the striker!"
"Well, didn't the head coach say he played in the midfield?" Vincent. Kiarenza was a little surprised. He thought for a moment and said simply, "Wheat up. After that, go to the green shirt team to play as a striker."
"Okay, sir!"
After saying that, Li Yu began his warm-up activity.
Looking at Li Yu running and stretching back and forth warming up on the sidelines, Vincent. Chiarenza's contempt immediately disappeared, but the surprise expression replaced it reassured the Juventus youth team members who were also warm-up.
"The old man is in a good mood today. There is no need to practice!"
"The old man is watching. Don't mutter, come on!"
At the beginning of the internal match of the youth team, the two people in charge of kicking the Sequoia side stood in the middle circle. One of them just got up and turned to the team in front of him. A green lightning flash of lightning even passed through the two with the ball and rushed to the hinter's hinter.
"Hew, Eric stopped him!" The player who made a mistake in the kick-off shouted loudly.
Eric came forward to intercept. Li Yu changed the line and accelerated easily. Eric immediately turned around and chased, but he never thought that he would witness Li Yu's goal all the way.
The outbreak of Li Yu was not so easy to stop. The extremely fast ball control rhythm changed to break through the midfield. There was a sudden pause before the arrival of the central defender's flying shovel. The defender could only watch Li Yu accelerate to the penalty area again. The other central defender hurriedly filled the position, stuck to Li Yu's back, and pulled desperately. Li Yu's jersey, with his hands and feet, tried to put Li Yu down.
The goalkeeper rushed out of the small penalty area to block Li Yu's shot. Li Yu's green training vest was finally broken. The referee had already put the whistle in his mouth, waiting for Li Yu to fall down and give a free kick.
But Li Yu ignored these at all, swung her thighs, shot with a pull rod with all her strength, and the ball flew to the goal with a 'dong' sound.
The running goalkeeper saw the ball like a shell, roaring past his ear, and subconsciously looked back at the ball burst into the net, and there was no other reaction.
The rapid ball is still moving forward with the net, as if it is about to break free, and it is still pulling the net.
The referee's whistle sounded, pointing his hand flat to the midfield, declaring that the goal was valid.
At this time, the ball in the net has just landed.