Man-Eating Monster
John Smith was born as a technician, and he always had a gentle and elegant temperament about him, but it seemed a bit inconsistent and strangely charming on his muscular body.
In short: beautiful features, strong back and strong waist.
His mother, Isabella, is a typical British beauty, with blond hair, blue eyes, bright features, and a tall figure. She is a perfect match for John Smith.
Unexpectedly, after the genetic combination of the two, the result would be a freak like Alexander: his appearance and skills are both in his own way, without disturbing each other, or even running in opposite directions.
So there is only one topic in today's family meeting: whether Alexander should continue to play professional football.
"Love cannot be eaten as food," John Smith slammed his tea cup on the table. "It's not that I don't support you, nor am I against you chasing your dreams, but you are about to turn 18 and it's time to consider more realistic issues."
Isabella helped Alexander straighten his already long hair, and said softly: "We have always respected your choice, and you are also very sensible. You have never worried us since you were a child, but this matter does not matter after all. To your future and your entire life. First of all, we must admit that football is a sport that relies on talent, especially talent, and then the second thing..."
The next words were a bit hurtful, and she couldn't say them out, so she could only signal with her eyes to let John Smith sing this white face.
John Smith was used to it. Although he couldn't bear to speak too harshly about his son, in order to make him give up his fantasy, he could only use the most straightforward words to say, "You have to admit, you are not the material! "
"I know..." Alexander rubbed his face, "Let me try it one last time."
The couple looked at each other and John Smith said, "How do you want to try?"
"Before next season," Alexander raised his head and considered it, "if I haven't been able to enter the first team before the end of this season, then I will give up football and honestly find another way out."
The couple looked at each other and could only nod silently.
Reading is a newly promoted team in the Premier League this year, but their record is quite poor. It is very likely that they will return to the Championship at the end of the season, but even so, not everyone can make it to their first team. Alexander's attempt... Probably just stop at trying.
There was not much time left for Alexander to experience the power of the system, or even none at all.
Because he had just finished talking to his parents, he hurried to the Hogwood training base to gather with the team.
Today is match day, Reading U19 will go to London to face Arsenal U19.
Everyone's itinerary for the day is basically to go to the club for simple training in the morning, go home or rest at the base at noon, and set off for an away game in the afternoon.
Of course, the reason why we can divide the day into morning, noon and afternoon is mainly because Reading is very close to London, less than an hour's drive away, and we arrived before the playlist was even finished.
Alexander was naturally not idle in the car. Instead, he opened the system light curtain that only he could see, and continued to study his plug-in that was not yet warmed up.
[Name: Alexander]
[Age: 17]
[Registered Position: Center]
[Predominant foot: left]
[Template: Haaland]
[Characteristics: Steel frame, green horse, terminator, demonic aura (only)]
Several characteristics made it easy for Alexander to outline Haaland, whom he had never met before.
Steel and Iron Bones: Strong, and should be very strong.
Green Horse: Literally?
Terminator: a natural shooter, a goal-scoring machine, a fox in the penalty area...that should be the correct understanding, right?
He roughly guessed the first three characteristics based on the literal meaning, but it was the demonic aura that made him a little confused.
In addition, what surprised Alexander the most was that there were no headers or long shots in the characteristics.
Just looking at his body shape, he thought Haaland would be another Drogba, or someone like Ibrahimovic who could be both inside and outside, but no matter which one, his headers and long shots should be The standard configuration is correct, but now it seems that this brother is "only" a high-end version of Inzaghi or a beast version of Thomas Muller?
"Well, you can't be too greedy..."
Inzaghi and Muller are already well-known superstars in their own right. Coupled with their strong bodies and fast speed, it is simply an improvement from 69 to 96, which is enough for him to waste.
It's just that these features obviously come with the template. How to obtain new templates and new features? The system doesn't even have a single explanation, so you have to figure it out on your own.
Dyson next to him saw that Alexander was distracted as soon as he got into the car, and thought he had seen everything clearly.
He took off his earplugs and patted Alexander heavily on the shoulder, "What's wrong, man? Is there a showdown with you at home?"
"Yes, an ultimatum," Alexander responded casually, "If I cannot enter the first team before the end of this season, then I will say goodbye to professional football."
"Isn't this what we expected early on?" Dyson looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water. "Anyway, I have accepted the reality."
"But I don't want to accept it..."
Some of the teammates around them heard their conversation. Some felt sad and sympathized with them, while others disagreed and even looked sarcastic.
It is the same in all walks of life. There is always unlimited scenery at the top, but after all, there are only a few people who have the strength, perseverance and luck to climb to the top of the mountain. Most climbers have already suffered a bloody head fall at the bottom of the mountain, and then quickly find out. There is no such person.
While everyone was thinking about it, the destination was reached.
The venue for the match is not the famous Emirates Stadium, but the Colney training base.
The game played is called the English Football Youth League.
Established in 1997, participating teams include the youth echelon of various English clubs, which basically represents the highest level of youth football competition in England and is also the stepping stone for many young men to advance to the Premier League.
You may say that this event is not formal. They have complete rules and systems. Even though it is formal, the game scene is actually not much different from amateur football.
Except for a few scouts, most of the dozens of people on the sidelines were parents and friends of the players.
Maybe it's because they often come to watch children's games. These spectators all know each other and are busy greeting each other when they arrive. Some people even bring their own pets, which they take out from the basket they carry before the game starts. Sandwiches and beer were distributed nearby, making it feel like a picnic.
Isabella, who had just persuaded Alexander to give up football, also came to the sidelines and skillfully greeted the parents around her.
What no one expected was that Wenger would also appear at the scene.
Everyone was surprised and soon understood.
Robin van Persie defected to the enemy, Giroud was injured, the newly joined Bordowski started high and low, and Bendtner had not started a game in more than ten games.
The majestic king of North London doesn't even have a reliable center. Even the little tiger has been put at the front to play hand-to-hand with the defenders.
In this case, what else can the professor do besides coming to the youth team to buy lottery tickets.
When the old man came, not only Arsenal's young gunmen were as if they had been beaten to death, but even the young men in Reading were extremely restless.
Everyone knows why.
Wenger is recognized as the best player in football, and most of you here think that you are a horse.
No one knew that a man-eating monster had sneaked into this group of horses