"Bang." The ball hit the net again.

Xu Tao saw the ball fly into the goal for the fifth time, and the slap trick was a mad achievement that was enough to make any player who scored goals crazy.

But the young man said casually as if he was slapped a fly to death. No, he seemed to be still shaking his head, as if he was not very satisfied with his ball.

"The ball speed is still too slow!"

"Puff!" Xu Tao was about to vomit blood. He remembered the scene of this young man coming here with a ball on his back with sneakers.

"Hello, can you add me?"

With a young smile, reserved words, and humble inquiries, they agreed to join the handsome guy who was so beautiful that he felt very good.

Now, Xu Tao feels that this young man must have been sent by God to torture him. He just brags about his career with his friends.

After all, I have played goalkeeper in the professional team for several years. Why can't this young man touch any shot? Also, he still feels that he can't do it even with such a fast ball speed...

"Ah, why are you watching me? Keep going."

After Liu Feng scored his fifth goal, he quickly reflected on the problems he had just existed. He found that the two years he had left Santos was too big.

Whether it is the sense of ball or the rhythm of the game, he seems much slower than that at that time. As expected, scientific targeted training is still very important.

Of course, these are all compared to professional games. In the eyes of the players on the field, Liu Feng is like the king of football coming down to earth.

Rapid direction change, Marseille spiral, fried croquettes, and high-speed single-knife. Because you have to have a general understanding of your own state, Liu Feng began to unconsciously do some extremely skilled and ball-like movements as long as he got the ball on the court.

After trying it out, Liu Feng felt that it was not possible.

But this group of football enthusiasts who gather together to play football every week were greatly impacted. They have seen those who show off their skills, but have never seen those who show off their skills as ordinary as eating.

Now the players who are defending him keep ringing in their minds the question of whether this is still human, and his teammates are all thinking about what they want me to do. Naturally, the game can't continue.

"Ahem, young man, are you a pro?"

Xu Tao couldn't help but pick the ball out of the goal. This guy was just to torture them. If he continued to kick it, everyone's mentality would be broken.

"Uh... how did you see it, uncle?"

“…”

How can I see it? Xu Tao looked dark. You just shot a volley that was enough for me, a group of friends, to blow for a week, and then looked like he felt that he couldn't do it. Who can stand it?

"I just stepped down from the Golden Lions u17, so I'm half a profession."

When Liu Feng saw Xu Tao's constipated expression, he finally realized that he was too focused just now, and it seemed that he had brought a lot of impact to the players on the field.

"Only u17? Is the Golden Lions so strong now? Wait, retreat! You guy..." Xu Tao was stunned. The young man in front of him should definitely not be a player who was cleaned up.

"Ah, I haven't reached an agreement with the club in some aspects. No, uncle, aren't we playing football? Why are you asking?"

"Haha..." Xu Tao felt embarrassed and touched his bald head: "I used to be a professional player, but I was a little curious. Okay, let's continue playing football. What's your name?"

"Liu Feng."

"Okay. Sexy fat man! You and Liu Feng switch teams. I hit it off at first sight, so it's better to be in the same group!"

In the crowd, a round forward of the team with Xu Tao raised his middle finger at Xu Tao: "Don't talk, aren't you just afraid of being shot!"

"What are you saying then! I don't! You guy plays forward all day and never scores goals, and you still have the face to say to me."

"Haha, you didn't, you didn't, the former professional goalkeeper who scored five goals."

Xu Tao and the fat forward seemed to be the treasures of these football enthusiasts. Their shouts from afar instantly caused a burst of laughter.

After learning that Liu Feng was a player in a professional club, some players who seemed a little unhappy because they lost too many goals gradually calmed down.

People are professional players, so they are definitely different from our group of amateurs. If you lose a few goals, you can see such wonderful performances. It’s not a loss.

The game started again, and Liu Feng no longer performed by himself as soon as he got the ball like before, but retreated to the midfield and began to consciously pass the ball to his teammates.

Liu Feng knew very well that football is a team sport. If he did not care about his teammates' feelings, he would lose his support from his teammates. This is even more so on the wild court. The only thing that is always the most annoying thing.

As Liu Feng consciously sorted out, the players of Xu Tao's team felt extremely comfortable.

There is no way, Liu Feng's ball is really wonderful. Whether it is the speed of the ball directly or the amount of the ball in advance, his teammates can get the ball very comfortably, then shoot or continue to pass.

After a while, Liu Feng completed the assist hat trick. The gaps in the defense of these wild ball uncles were like roads in Liu Feng's eyes. If it weren't for his teammates, sometimes he could not understand his own meaning, he would have scored more goals.

"Okay, okay, guy! You go up and hit the ball, don't always pass the ball to us."

After chasing Liu Feng's straight pass again, a forward uncle in his thirties ran to Liu Feng's side panting and standing in the midfield: "We really can't run anymore."

"Okay!"

Liu Feng was not polite and stood back at the forward position. This time, several teammates began to compete to make balls for him. After Liu Feng got the ball, he began to make various moves and hit the ball.

Both his opponents and teammates were conquered by Liu Feng's series of techniques that could only be seen on TV.

"nice shot!"

After Liu Feng passed by again, and then volleyed the ball into the goal, the players in the game and more and more onlookers around him cheered for it.

Xu Tao was even more excited and danced: "Ronaldinho! A Feng, you play ball so much like Ronaldo."

"No, no, it's still far."

Liu Feng felt a little embarrassed. He came out of the Brazilian youth training system and did have a very strong Brazilian color and mastered many fancy football skills.

"Liu Feng, are you interested in joining our team?"

The round forward came up. The fat man was named Yuanpeng and Xu Tao were good friends.

The two of them rented this piece of land together, built several football fields to operate, and then pulled a group of football enthusiasts to form a team, and they played against various amateur teams in the city on weekdays.

"Fatty, do you think A Feng will stay in Nanyang at this level?" Xu Tao spoke: "A Feng is so young, he will definitely continue to play professionally."

"Ah, that's right, I'm overthinking."

Liu Feng smiled and looked at the two uncles, one high and one fat: "Two uncles, I have contacted the next club for trial training, but before going to the trial training, you should need to borrow your venue for some training. I wonder if it is OK?"

"Yes, very welcome!"

"Not only welcome, you can use our venues and equipment for free. Look at the people you are attracted to today. As long as you have time to show off your business, our business will definitely be much better."

"Thank you then."

Liu Feng smiled a little reservedly. The two uncles were so easy to talk to, but being able to find a professional football field to train before going to the trial training can indeed solve many problems.

When he got home, Liu Feng took off his sneakers, sat next to the computer, opened the email address and clicked on the email sent to him by Ruo'an.

The entire email was an introduction to the club he was about to go to try out. Liu Feng had already browsed it over and over again, but every day after returning from outside training, he couldn't help clicking it again.

“Piacenza.”
Chapter completed!