Supervised Training

After concluding his discussion with Michael, Jurg called his team into a huddle. All of them had determined looks on their faces. This was their chance to break into the first team! If they couldn't capitalize on this opportunity then who knew when their next chance would come.

With the stakes at hand, Each and every single one of them found themselves playing to the best of their abilities. They had to play! They must play!

"Alright team, our next match will be against Sunderland, now since you blokes have managed to fuck up our last two games, we're going to be quite desperate" Jurg said.

If anyone that didn't Jurg heard that statement, they would've thought that the team actually lost the two matches. The truth was that they won one and drew the other, completely falling short of Jurg's expectation of them.

"Anyways, since we're playing against Sunderland, then we're going to play a high press attacking strategy. Now they've been known to attack from the center so when you're not on the ball, I want David to drop back as a center back and the Full Backs running back. This will make a temporary 5-2-3 shape" Jurg said.

Michael who stood beside Jurg as he was calling out tactics nodded his head slightly as if he was impressed by what Jurg was saying.

Jurg's lips rose slightly when he saw Michael's impressed nod. Even though this seemed like a casual visit to the academy to pick fresh new talents, Jurg was well aware that his job was on the line. What if Michael went to the board and complained to them that he didn't like the person managing their talents.

"Now, today, we're going to focus on the attacking players, particularly the Wingers and the Midfielders. We have an abundance of Center Backs, so every Winger is going to pair with a Center Back"

As soon as Jurg talked about pairing, all the Wingers in the squad looked at Conrad Bishop. Conrad smiled and rubbed his forehead awkwardly.

Even if you all think I'm shit, can't you at least cut me some slack. How am I supposed to get promoted with all this attention.

Omari was the closest to Conrad so he seemed like the favorite to pair with him. Right as he was supposed to pair with Conrad, he heard Jurg's heartless voice.

"Omari, you're going to be paired with Ekon" Jurg said.

Omari was confused for a few seconds. "Who's Ek- shit!" He looked to his left and saw the extremely tall person that he saw earlier. He sighed, he might as well say goodbye to his first team aspirations. How the hell was he supposed to get past that mountain of a person.

All the other wingers looked at Omari with sympathy. If the Center Back-Winger pairing was left solely to the Wingers, then there would be a ninety-nine percent chance that Ekon would've been left alone, along with all the Center Backs that actually knew how to mark a player.

Unfortunately for Omari, he was the only one subjected to the 'special' selection from Jurg. Unfortunately for Conrad Bishop, he was paired with the second best dribbler in the squad, Joshua.

In as much as Joshua seemed to be allergic to scoring goals, he was a very good dribbler. That was one of the reasons that he was a consistent starter despite missing so many clear cut chances. He was like Neymar in his prime, except that he didn't score many goals.

"Alright, this is how the training drill is going to go. The Midfielders are going to play through balls to the Wingers. The Center Backs are going to march in and stop them from receiving the ball and cutting into the box or taking a shot. Is that clear?"

All the partied involved nodded.

Jurg, Michael, along with all the other players walked away from the pitch, leaving the Winger and the Center Backs.

The first pair was Joshua and Conrad Bishop. It was quite obvious from the look on the latter's face that he was dreading what was going to happen as much as the others were anticipating it.

Steve blew his whistle and Jack sent a through ball to Joshua.

Everything was finished as soon as he even started. Joshua and Conrad sprinted towards the Jack had played towards Joshua.

For a Center Back, it could be said that Conrad had a decent pace, but he wasn't faster than Joshua. When Joshua got the ball, he cut back making Conrad who wasn't expecting the sudden change in movement patterns take to wxtra steps forward before running back to meet Joshua.

Since Joshua was already ahead of him, he ran all the way to the post and found himself one on one with Ayanfe. He did as if he wanted to shoot with power and tried to chip the ball over Ayanfe.

Somehow, Ayanfe managed to get his fingers to the ball and push it away from the goalpost. Joshua let out a low grunt of frustration.

Michael was visible impressed by Ayanfe's save. So much so that he clapped.

Omari smiled when he saw the Manager giving his approval. He knew that Ayanfe was going to get his chance as a first team goalkeeper very soon.

The next pair to go was Blake Sheldon and James Varney. As soon as everyone heard of the pairing, the result was very obvious. Blake Sheldon made James Varney seem like a child coming to play with adults.

"Fucking hell!" Omari cursed. Blake Sheldon made a very rough tackle on James Varney. Even though it wasn't a foul, it had to have hurt James a lot.

After all the other Winger-Center Back pairing had gone out, Jurg called out Omari and Ekon.

"Saved the best for last didn't you?" Omari whispered as he passed Jurg by.

A wicked smile was on Jurg's face as he spoke. "Pardon me for punishing you for your father's sins"

A/N: Sorry about the poor update schedule. It might get even worse the next week, I'm having a bunch of tests and I have to study. I'll do my best to update two chapters tomorrow and next tomorrow, after that It's all in God's hands for the next two weeks.

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