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The Perfect Midfielder

My best goal is always the next one! Able to pass people, pass the ball, and of course, beautiful goals are indispensable! Advance to attack, retreat to defend; Richard perfectly interprets the responsibilities of a midfielder! Source-完美中场 by 冒青烟

SAHIL_RAI · Esportes
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17 Chs

JiLi Hazel

"Man, you are so weak!" Richard turned around and retreated to the midfield dejectedly. This time, he lost the ball again. The key is that he lost the ball under the fierce pressure of the evil Dutch, so this damn Dutch stood in Richard's ear and taunted with a rough voice.

"Don't be complacent. I will break through your defense in the next round, and you will taste defeat  soon."Richard rolled his eyes at Davis angrily and said,

"I hope, pretty boy, to be honest, I never think you can break through my defense, unless you... let me think about it... Well, it's Thailand! It's Thailand! If you want to transform surgery, maybe I will be merciful to you on the court." Although Davis has always had a bad temper and doesn't get along well with his teammates, he is not an unreasonable person. Richard always calls him a nickname, but he didn't care because too many people were shouting this nickname.

Richard glared at Davis, who had a Funny look on his face, and ran to his position, waiting for the next attack.

It is really difficult for Richard to face Davis' defense. Although he controls the ball well, his ability to protect the ball is still relatively weak. Facing Davis' pressing, it is difficult for Richard to make more counterattacks. However, this did not lower Martin Jol's evaluation of Richard. In the two-day internal competition, Richard's performance was remarkable. At least in Martin Jol's view, this young man from the youth team showed an outstanding performance. The dribbling ability does not belong to the other midfielders on the first team. Of course, this young man still has many shortcomings, among which his passing ability needs to be addressed.

On August 25, 2005, Tottenham Hotspur challenged Blackburn Rovers on the field. Although Tottenham Hotspur won the first two rounds, in the eyes of the media, Tottenham Hotspur may suffer in the third round. Tottenham's first loss of the season; it turned out that Tottenham's midfield playmaker Michael Carrick caught the flu during pre-match training, and it was determined that Tottenham's midfield playmaking would be greatly affected by Carrick's absence.

In fact, Richard originally never thought that he would get a chance to play. In his opinion, being able to train with the first team was a great improvement, but Carrick's unexpected absence suddenly made Richard feel a little excited. Although he couldn't believe that Martin Jol would give him a chance to play, in Richard's view, there was still great hope in following the team to Blackburn.

But the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Richard found that his name was not included in the 16-man roster announced before the game. Richard did not expect that he would get a chance to play immediately. After all, he did not show any surprising performances in the past few days of training. However, Richard never expected that after Carrick was absent, in the team's midfield When there was almost no one to replace, he was actually not qualified to enter the 16-man roster!

Richard was very disappointed. After getting the "Perfect Midfield System", Richard has been making rapid progress. Such a performance inevitably made Richard a little bit elated, despite being happy. Richard's absence from the 16-man roster stopped Richard's support smooth sailing and suffered the first blow in his Spurs career.

The team's bus had already driven to Ewood Park. The entire White Hart Lane training base seemed very empty. Richard silently lined up more than a dozen balls. Although he now had a 'perfect midfield system', Richard still doesn't want to put all his hopes on the 'perfect midfield system'. He must seize every opportunity and work hard to improve his strength.

The English are world-famous for their good wine, especially when there are games to watch. Business in London's bars is even more booming.

Richard walked silently back to his dormitory after a day of training. Although he had received a contract with the first team, his pitifully low salary really did not allow him to buy a car; the house Richard rented It's not far from White Hart Lane Stadium, and walking for more than 20 minutes every day is a good warm-up for Richard. But Richard was very disappointed today. After leaving the stadium, Richard walked back to his dormitory with a depressed face.

Richard is not a player who loves drinking. For professional athletes, tobacco and alcohol are major hazards to their careers. But Richard couldn't help but feel a little excited when he heard the cheers coming from the bar on the roadside. I'm not just drinking to kill myself. Sad. I just want to release the depression in my heart. After a fierce ideological struggle, Richard gritted his teeth and walked into a relatively old-looking bar.

The bar was buzzing with people, and the strong English men with red faces were excitedly holding up huge beer glasses and shouting loudly. Richard couldn't help but smile bitterly as he walked into the bar. It seemed that this bar was the territory of Chelsea fans. At this time, Chelsea was already leading West Bromwich Albion 1-0. But Richard didn't plan to leave immediately. Since he came, he didn't think about leaving immediately!

Avoiding the jubilant England fans, Richard found a relatively quiet corner to sit down and said, "Hey, a glass of beer."

Richard silently thought about his thoughts. The team will challenge Chelsea at home in two days. His feelings for Chelsea are still very complicated. Although Richard is a player who was kicked out by Chelsea, he is in the Chelsea youth team after all. After staying for several years, it is impossible to say that there is no emotion at all. But Richard quickly shook his head in self-deprecation. You are just a player who can't even make the 16-man roster, let alone think about revenge against your old master! Richard smiled bitterly and swallowed a sip of beer, feeling nothing but bitterness in his mouth.

At this time, another burst of warm cheers broke out in the bar. It turned out that a Chelsea player scored a goal to expand the score at the end of the first half. Listening to the cheers of this group of fanatical fans, Richard's mouth felt bitter. Even thicker, Joe Cole; isn't he the England star who made the team completely lose patience with him?

"Aren't you a Chelsea fan?" Although the cheers in the bar were deafening, Richard still heard the clear voice.

Richard turned his head to take a look, and his eyes suddenly lit up. Although the bar was relatively dark, it could not hide the girl's beautiful appearance: a pair of hazel eyes on her small and delicate face and a straight nose under her eyes. She looked so delicate and pretty, with long brown hair hanging down around her waist. Richard suddenly felt his face burning fiercely, and he moved his eyes away with a guilty conscience.

"Hey, aren't you a Chelsea fan?" Richard was still there. As his heart beat violently, the voice in his ears continued to ring.

"I'm not a Chelsea fan." Richard felt guilty, lowering his head and playing with the beer glass in his hand.

"I'm not a Chelsea fan either. I don't like Chelsea's skills and tactics at all. Jose is not my favorite coach, but I didn't know this was a gathering place for Chelsea fans." The girl's voice sounded a little depressed.

"That's a coincidence, but you shouldn't say these words at this time. The fans here are quite fanatical. If someone hears that you are dissatisfied with their team, you might get into trouble." Richard smiled. The enthusiasm of English fans is known around the world. Of course, they are even more famous for the negative news caused by some football hooligans.

"But I think they won't make it difficult for me." The girl said it noncommittally.

"It's hard to say; after all, the enthusiasm of English fans is too strong." Richard smiled.

"I know you're talking about football hooligans." The girl's interest didn't seem to be very high, because when Richard looked sideways, the girl seemed to be gulping down her beer with a worried look on her face.

"Are you worried?" Although Richard was relatively cheerful, he dared to say that this was the first time he had thought about striking up a conversation with a girl.

"I think you are worried too." The girl glanced at Richard, smiled, and raised the wine glass in her hand.

Richard smiled and raised the wine glass in his hand, clinked the glasses with the girl, and took a sip of the bitter beer.

"Where do you live? " The girl continued at this time.

"My home is now in Lewisham, London." Richard glanced at the girl, but his eyes seemed a little wandering.

  "Really! My family also lives in  Lewisham."The girl suddenly became happy, raised her wine glass, and said to Richard with a smile, "It is a beautiful place, and I love everything there."

"I also belong to Lewisham; do you love me too?" Richard suddenly became confused for some reason.

  "Oh, God. I think I misjudged you. I thought you were a well-educated gentleman at first." The girl was obviously not angry. She picked up her wine glass and sat next to Richard.

"Gentlemen can also have a good sense of humor." Suddenly the bar was filled with a strong smell of beer, but the girl's faint fragrance still reached Richard's nose.

"Man, what's the matter? Isn't it a pleasure to meet me?" The girl suddenly reached out and patted Richard's shoulder, wrinkled her cute nose, and said she was pretending to be angry.

Richard's face turned red. For someone like him who was new to love, it was not an easy task to deal with a stunning beauty. "It is indeed a joy to meet a beautiful lady like you. Richard, my name." Richard smiled and extended his hand to introduce himself.

"Jili, Jili Hazel." The girl hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her delicate little hand and shook Richard's hand gently.

Holding the girl's tender little hand, Richard's heart trembled, and he let go of the girl's little hand with some reluctance. Richard smiled bitterly and took a sip of wine. I am still just a player who doesn't get a chance to play. I don't want to train well. But my mind is full of messy things, damn it!