Chapter 87 You Are Not Fit To Play Midfielder

The curly-haired white guy named Moherz lived in the Kolimu village on the other side of the island.

It was a barren village, and it was hard to imagine that behind this bustling resort was a backward slum.

Most of the local villagers rely on the services of the resort. Women enter the hotel as cleaners, and men are responsible for delivering goods and so on.

Mohezi is 11 years old this year, but he is quite tall, so Yi Le thought he was 12 years old.

The two were bouncing the ball, and Yi Le asked casually, "Why don't you participate in the youth training selection?"

Yi Le remembers that the youth training selection in Spain should be popularized.

In this regard, Moherz lowered his head and shook the fairway; "I was eliminated."

Yi Le was a little surprised. Although Mohertz's skills were not good enough, to be honest, the skills of children of this age are just like that, and the talent is more important.

Mohertz is so fast, how could he be eliminated?

Is the director of youth training blind?

"Can you be more specific?"

Moherz seemed reluctant to mention it, but he still hesitated to say it.

It turned out that Spain’s annual youth training selection time is fixed, and Ibiza is located in a very remote area. It would take a long time to get to the youth training site. In addition, the vehicle they were riding at that time broke down, causing him Arriving late, missed the basic test in the early stage, including the 100-meter test that he is best at.

Without any preparation, Moherz started the game directly, and the position was still in the midfield, which he personally proposed.

The effect was very bad, and without any outstanding performance, he was eliminated directly.

After listening, Yi Le sighed: "This is really unfortunate news, but you are suitable to play as a winger."

"No!" Moherz said stubbornly, "I want to play midfield!"

Yi Le grinned and said, "Why do you have to play in the midfield? The strikers can score goals. They are the ones who show off the most."

Ronaldo, Bell, Messi, Neymar, Mbappe, etc... Isn't this position good?

But Moherz was very stubborn. He said: "The midfielder is the coolest position!"

Yi Le couldn't help but said in distress: "Why do you think so?"

Hearing this, Moherz's eyes were shining, and said: "The midfielder is the brain of a team. No matter how big a star is in front of the midfielder, he must obey the command and act. This position is the uncrowned king of the game! Just like Monca, Brian, Pirata...."

Yi Le is covered in circles, who are these people? Why haven't I heard of any of them?

But Moherz looked admiring, and said: "These are all geniuses in our regional league, just like Bryan, he is my idol, you have never seen him play football, it is so cool, his goal It's about becoming a player like De Bruyne."

"Hmph!" Moherz glanced at Yi Le and said contemptuously, "He's much better than you."

Yi Le: "..."

 …

Yi Le's vacation has become very fulfilling.

Get up on time at 6 o'clock in the morning, and run along the sea level in the morning glow.

Simple equipment training in the morning.

After lunch, Yi Le will practice with Moherz, and the two have gradually become familiar with each other during the day and night.

Yi Le did not reveal the disguise,

Mohezi didn't want to explore Yi Le either, and always called Yi Le a "big man".

For Moherz, the most anticipated thing every day is the practice time with Yi Le.

After training, Yi Le will always bring him some delicious chocolate and cold fruit drinks.

For Yi Le, Moherz has a good sense.

Because Yi Le will always help him correct some football mistakes, which allows him to grow up quickly. He obviously feels that when he plays with his teammates, his thinking becomes extremely clear.

It's just that Moherz also dislikes Yi Le, because he always opposes his position as a midfielder.

But Moherz didn't waver in any way. In his opinion, the big man didn't understand the importance of the midfield at all.

Time passed day by day, and a week later, Yi Le came here again.

Unlike before, this time Yi Le carried a bag on his back.

But what the heck!

Moherz saw Yi Le emerge from the bushes, trotted over, smiled and stretched out his hands, his eyes twinkling.

Yi Le smiled and took out chocolates from his pocket and handed them over.

Then Yi Le invited Mohezi to watch the sea together, and Mohezi reluctantly agreed for the sake of chocolate.

The two sat side by side on the beach.

Yi Le looked at the vast sea level, while Mohezi was sucking chocolate, showing a happy expression.

Yi Le smiled at Moherz's satisfied expression, and suddenly said, "Do you want to play professionally?"

Hearing this, Mohez froze for a moment.

"What did you say?"

Yi Le smiled and blinked, "I brought you a gift!"

After speaking, Yi Le took the backpack over and took out a boxy package with the 'Nike' logo printed on it.

"For you!"

Moherz took it in a daze, without even realizing that the chocolate fell on the ground.

Opening the package, there was a pair of brand new football boots lying quietly inside.

Moherz stroked the sneakers and murmured, "It's so beautiful!"

"Is this... really for me?" Moherz looked up at Yi Le and asked hopefully.

Yi Le shrugged and said, "Don't you want it?"

"I need to!"

Yi Le smiled and said, "There is more!"

After speaking, Yi Le took out a document and an envelope from his backpack again.

"The document is the trial training notice of the Paris Saint-Germain youth training camp in Ligue 1. Inside the envelope is a check for 10,000 euros. You can go to the trial training with your father. Of course, everything depends on whether you can convince your parents!"

If Moherz was surprised by a pair of sneakers, now he is bombarded by five thunders.

The trial training notice of the youth training of the Ligue 1 giants, and the subsidy of 10,000 euros, this...

Moherz looked at Yi Le blankly, and said, "Why do you help me?"

Yi Le smiled and said, "I just don't want your talent to be buried here."

Yi Le stretched out his hand, pointed at the sea level ahead, and said, "Did you see it?"

"What?" Moheta asked in a daze.

"Across the ocean, that holy football stadium! Go play professionally, I'm sure you'll succeed."

Moherz opened his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

Yi Le exhaled and got up...

Moherz hurriedly said, "Are you leaving?"

"Yes!" Yi Le turned around and smiled.

"We... can we still meet?"

For some reason, Moherz was a little bit reluctant.

"That depends on your decision." Yi Le paused and reminded: "Oh, yes, the sneakers in your hand are Nike-X15 series, which are special shoes for the winger."

Hearing this, Moherz's eyes widened, and he said angrily, "I want to play midfielder! Bastard!!——"

"Hahahahaha!!" Yi Le laughed and ran away, shouting: "I said, you are not suitable for midfield!"

"Who do you think you are?!" Moherz couldn't help laughing angrily, looking at Yi Le's back that was gradually going away.

Moherz had a sore nose, and shouted towards the distant figure: "Big man, I don't know your name yet!!!—"

At the far end, Yi Le gently shook his hand, as if he had said something.

Moherz couldn't see or hear clearly, he looked down at the sneakers and the trial training notice in his hand.

Moherz's eyes flickered more and more, and he vowed; "We will definitely meet again, and I will make my name resound throughout the world!"

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