June 10, 2010.

Arsenal Colney Training Base, U17 Training Ground.

"Beep! Beep--!"

Two long whistles sounded, symbolizing the end of a day's training.

Maher sat on the ground and stretched his muscles, and suddenly found that the front of his shoes were beginning to break.

"It should be eliminated."

He felt distressed, because he had just glued them together the day before yesterday, and they were cracked again, which meant that they could not be salvaged.

Looking at the brand new shoes on the feet of the players of the same age around him, Maher was a little envious of an unfortunate family, wondering if it was the price he paid for pursuing his football dream.

"Maher, how long is your trial period?" A voice sounded beside him. It was Carl, the French defender in the team. He said in a very depressed tone, "Mine is only 6 months and will expire soon." "Same." Maher raised his eyebrows regretfully, a little helpless, "If you don't renew your contract before July 1, you and I will prepare to leave together." "Alas, the competition is too fierce." Carl looked at his peers wearing Arsenal jerseys around him and shook his head slightly: "If I go back, I don't know which club will want me. Go back? Maher wanted to say that if he went back, he would have a problem with his life. He might be forced to give up football and find a job to make a living. After all, he didn't have the support of his parents. The original owner of this body was born in an unfortunate family in southern France. His ancestors were Chinese and settled in the south of France.

It is a pity that his mother died of dystocia at an early age, and his father fell off a bridge and died while driving under the influence when he was two years old.

His only relative, his uncle, took over the custody and raised him normally.

But his uncle and aunt already had three children to raise, and the original owner's football expenses gradually increased, so his family did not support him playing football very much.

Fortunately, the original owner was still a little talented, and he was invited to the youth team of the Premier League giant Arsenal for a trial for 6 months half a year ago.

It can be said that this is definitely the last chance!

If he passes, Arsenal will give him a salary that can guarantee his life and continue to stick to this path.

Otherwise, he must return to France and find a job to make a living.

'I will practice shooting.

Maher stood up, took a few footballs, and walked towards the court with his shoes that had been broken.

The last twenty-one days!

If he still wants to stay in Arsenal, he'd better make the most of every minute.

"Bang! Bang! Bang--!"

The sound of shots rang out one after another, followed by the crisp sound of the football hitting the net.

Mael galloped on the court alone, dribbling the ball, following the body, swinging his legs to shoot violently, picking up the ball, and repeating this over and over again.

He is a winger, and the only advantage worth mentioning is his good basic skills. He is 181 cm tall and weighs 70 kg. His physical strength is average, his speed is average, and his shooting and passing are not excellent. Overall, they are mediocre.

With such conditions, he is definitely not competitive in the Arsenal Youth Training Camp, which is full of talents.

The possibility of staying here after the trial period is very small.

No matter how much extra training and effort he puts in, it seems to be useless.

But Maher didn't want to sit and wait for death, he always wanted to try again, to fight again.

"Maher! After practicing for a while, a voice came from the distance, "Come to my office. Maher stopped sweating, turned his head, and saw a tall bald middle-aged man standing in the distance, waving at him.

It was the head coach of Arsenal U17 team, Hans.

Maher stopped training and walked towards the head coach's office.

There was a 'clicking' sound under his feet, which was the sound of the shoes being thrown away and hitting the soles of his feet after the glue was peeled off and became more serious.

Maher hesitated for a moment, he still had more than 200 euros left, enough to buy a pair of sneakers. But if he didn't stay, he would have to ask his uncle and aunt for money for the plane ticket back to France. Or should he just glue it together and make do for a few days?

Thinking about it, he pushed the door and walked into the U17 coach's office, and saw Hans with a shiny head sitting in his office.

"What size shoes do you wear?"

"I have a few pairs that I don't use, but Hans' eyes were almost instantly fixed on Maher's feet. Let me lend you a pair first.

It seems that he should have observed it long ago.

"I...

Maher's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse, but after looking at the soles of his feet, he still

mouth "About 8.5 size.

"Just right.

Hans raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned around and searched from the shoe rack, "I saw that your shoes have been glued several times and stuck several times.

"I thought of getting you a pair of mine, use it first, at least to get through the trial period. "I only wore these shoes when I was commanding training, and I didn't use them much at other times. They are still clean. I hope you don't dislike them.

Maher was a little embarrassed and a little grateful, "I definitely won't.

"Take it. Hans quickly took out a bag of sneakers and said with a hearty smile: "Go to the court and try them out to see if they fit. I have something else to do." "Thank you, boss." Maher took the sneakers and thanked him, then turned and walked towards the court. He would definitely remember this timely help. When he came to the goal area again, he put on his sneakers and practiced shooting again. The sneakers fit well, and there was a special warmth when playing football in them. Maher quickly immersed himself in shooting training, carefully feeling the feedback from each successful shot and the experience from each failed shot. Slowly, he seemed to enter a mysterious state, and the world seemed to be left with only the goal in front of him and the football under his feet. He forgot about fatigue and time, and just practiced mechanically. Maher was eager to stay on the football field. This was the sport he loved deeply and the sport he was willing to devote all his time and energy to. He dreamed countless times that he woke up in a crowded stadium, standing among a group of famous stars, enjoying the cheers of the fans.

Suddenly, several lines of dark black words appeared in front of him.

Skill: Long-range Shooting Iv1

Proficiency: (34/100)

Effect: You slowly feel the pleasure of long-range shooting and start to practice diligently, but the basic strength and aim are still far from being perfect. You are eager to upgrade and improve.

Note: Iv1 is the lowest, Iv5 is the highest! Any athletic ability and physical ability that reaches Iv5 will have the highest level of human beings!

Maer suddenly stopped and stood there in a daze.

Fortunately, as a young boy surfing the Internet in his previous life, he was also knowledgeable. He quickly tried to speak: "System?

No one responded, so he had to study it carefully by himself.

It seems that as long as he keeps practicing special skills, his proficiency can be improved, and his proficiency will be upgraded?

In other words, as long as he keeps practicing, he can keep improving, and his efforts will not be in vain?Try it.He ran to the goal area to pick up the ball, and this time, his steps were particularly powerful.