Chapter 7: I am a scout

After the opponents re-suppressed the Stocksbridge team, it seems that they have forgotten Vardy's stunning attacking goal, and the overall formation was very high.

At this time, Vardy knew that his opportunity had come.

As a high-flying corner kick was taken into the arms by the Stocksbridge goalkeeper.

The goalkeeper looked up at the situation in the frontcourt and found, that Vardy was reaching for the ball at the centerline.

Due to his amazing performance earlier, the goalkeeper did not hesitate in giving the ball. He looked at the frontcourt.

And shoots with a lot of strength. The ball flies high over the Stocksbridge team's half and crosses the centerline before there is a tendency to fall.

Both team players' sights were moving with the ball, high above.

When the ball was about to land, they suddenly found that Vardy was already running like a cheetah who was chasing prey on grassland.

The terrifying speed reappeared on the court.

Their eyes seemed to be able to bulge out of their eyes; this feeling of panic made them marble like this speed simply did not seem to belong to the earth.

The last player on the opponent team was a central defender who was trying to chase the ball vigorously, but he knew that a speed demon was striking him from behind. Making his speed slower as if he was already fast enough to create a vacuum in the surrounding area, entitling him to involuntarily move backward.

In the exclamation of everyone, Vardy seemed to step on the rocket, completely overtaking the opponent team's defender, and taking the ball away.

The opponent's defender wanted to foul, but it was only a half-second of hesitation, which made him completely lose this opportunity.

He regretted that, as now, he couldn't even reach for Vardy's clothes.

The opponent goalkeeper once again gave up the goal and rushed forward without turning back.

This is the only solution in the face of a single-player attack.

If he stood still in front of the goal, it was no different from automatic surrender.

But at the same time the goalkeeper attacked, he was also ready to guard against Vardy's lob shot.

As Vardy just humiliated him with this shot. He didn't want to be penalized again.

But in front of Vardy's absolute speed, the goalkeeper who appeared to attack just seemed to be having a walk out of the house, and then...

Then, there is no more.

Gently clasping his right foot, even if the opponent's goalkeeper threw himself down to block, he was still bypassed by Vardy.

Facing the empty goal, how could Vardy have wasted such a good opportunity for scoring a goal, as he gently pushed the ball into the net.

The whole process was like flowing water, from the sprint to the final shot, making everyone's adrenal hormones burst infinitely.

Vardy stood in front of the opponent's goal and held up his hands in the air, with a pleased look on his face!

Vardy's smirking expression seemed to be able to penetrate all eyes and made the opponent's players ashamed.

But it hasn't been a long time since Vardy's pretentious movements.

The already crazy teammates once again drowned him into the crowd. Everyone gathered in a group to celebrate this extremely wonderful goal.

The tradition of English football is simple and rude, which is in line with the appreciation level of Europeans.

If you change this game to a game in which the player just keeps passing and shooting the ball back and forth. but has no physical confrontation for a long time; maybe football will not be the no.1 sport in England.

"Asshole, you have become famous, a real star!" David hugged Vardy's shoulder and punched him hard in his chest.

Vardy asked angrily while rubbing his chest: "A big star that nobody outside this community knows?"

"Is this bad? You know, there are a lot of beautiful girls with hot bodies in the community! Don't you want them to give you a hug?" David talked about it while squinting his eyes, which seemed to shine.

Vardy felt that he and this guy had no common language at all.

In just two or three sentences, he could transfer any topic to the girls.

I want to be a superstar!

How can I indulge in this kind of thing?

Of course, if a cute girl takes the initiative to come to the door, he will not refuse!

This has nothing to do with character...

Although the game was restarted, there was little time left, and both sides seemed to have the meaning of ending it.

Seeing the motivation level of everyone in the second half, Vardy knew that his idea of performing a hat trick would be overwhelming, without the support of his teammates. He can't take on the entire team; he just wants to be a superstar, not to be a god!

"Good job, Jamie, I knew that transferring you to the first team was the most correct decision. Now, go home and have a good rest!" The head coach of the Stocksbridge team gave him a hug when Vardy came off the court.

Vardy nodded silently.

In fact, he really wanted to tell the head coach that this was probably his first and last game on the Stocksbridge team.

But considering the other party's mood, Vardy thinks he should let him be happy for a while!

"I never knew you had such a fast speed, it felt faster than a professional sprinter. Have you been hiding your strength before?"

David and Vardy whispered while walking toward the locker room.

Vardy's outstanding performance today made this little partner very excited.

"I've always been this fast, okay, but you group of pig brains haven't found it!" Vardy said.

Although he said so, Vardy knew that it was definitely a transformation of the system.

But before they walked into the locker room, a middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of them, blocking their way.

"This uncle, do you want Jamie's signature? Or do you want to introduce your beautiful daughter to Jamie? I'm Jamie's good friend, and my skills are better than Jamie's, if you really have a Beautiful daughter, please introduce her to me first!"

Hasn't waited for the middle-aged man to take the initiative to speak. David has turned on the teasing mode and made a smug look that made Vardy stunned.

The middle-aged man shrugs indifferently: "My daughter weighs more than 200 pounds, and I am also very worried that she can't find a boyfriend. I would be so happy if you do that!"

Hearing this, David quickly retreated...

"My name is Drake Langley and I am a scout. Can I have a chat with you? I listen to your friend calling you Jamie, can I call you like that?" The middle-aged man no longer joked with David, but turned his burning eyes to Vardy.