Chapter 3 Eat more if it tastes good

The game starts again.

After Team B kicked off, they were immediately subjected to fierce pressure from Team A.

McTominay receives the ball.

Although he is tall and strong, his movements are not slow. He is also good at holding the ball and dares to take action.

The sudden dunk made Gomez miss the ball, and then he decisively passed the ball to the left.

Chu Feng quickly looked back and saw the defensive player rushing towards him, swinging his heels skillfully.

Snap! The football slid out a beautiful zigzag line and passed from the side.

"Um?"

“He has a great sense of timing and positioning.”

Mourinho muttered to himself, then fixed his eyes on the young man.

Chu Feng half turned and dribbled the ball in one go.

Every touch of the ball was perfect, while he used his peripheral vision to observe the positions of his teammates.

Mitchell is very quick in making up for the defense.

He is the main left-back of the England national youth team. He not only has excellent physical fitness, but is also good at stealing the ball.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will be promoted to Manchester United's first team next year.

As the distance between the two people gets closer.

Everyone in the audience turned their eyes to him. Chu Feng no longer hesitated, his figure flashed, and he tried to break through from the outside.

Mitchell decisively stretched out his foot to steal the ball.

But at this moment.

Chu Feng raised his right foot, cut the ball quickly, and accelerated along the inside line.

Team A center back Tuanzebe rushed out to assist in defense.

But it was too late. Chu Feng adjusted his posture slightly.

Draw your bow and arrow!

Bang! With the sound of explosion.

The football was like a cannonball.

Manchester United youth team goalkeeper Kieran leaped forward and stretched his body to the extreme.

But the angle of the football's flight was too tricky and it brushed past his fingertips and went into the goal.

The training ground suddenly became quiet.

Anyone could see how outstanding Chu Feng's performance was just now, even far exceeding the level of the youth team.

"Chu, you are so handsome!"

"When did you learn this move? Why haven't I seen it before? Are you hiding a secret from your best friend?"

McTominay chatters away excitedly.

"It's mainly because you spread it well."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

When he touched the ball just now, he had a different feeling than before.

Could it be the result of the increase in talent limit? "Haha, it has nothing to do with me. Mitchell's idiot was beaten clean by you. It's so refreshing!"

McTominay scratched his hair and spoke loudly.

Not far away.

Mitchell's face turned gloomy instantly when he heard this.

He originally liked to lead his teammates to bully the thin McTominay, and later fought with Chu Feng because of this.

Who knew that Chu Feng, that kid, was so desperate that he just beat him up. In the end, both of them were unable to attend training for a week.

After Sir Alex Ferguson understood the whole story, he criticized them severely and warned them to solve any problems on the field in the future.

But in the past, when the two of them fought, they had their own wins and losses, and neither could say that he had the upper hand over the other. What about just now? Because of Chu Feng's actions, he couldn't predict his thoughts, and was passed by awkwardly.

Mitchell became angrier and angrier as he thought about it. He spat fiercely and prepared to get back at his enemies.

The game continues.

Under McTominay's organization, Team B gradually shifted the focus of attack to the left.

Thirty-meter area.

Chu Feng received the pass from his teammate.

Milche still didn't believe it and pounced on him fiercely.

He gives the opponent very little time to react. He can definitely snatch the ball!

Chu Feng remained calm and gently pushed his right foot forward.

Bang! The football slipped out from under Mitchell's crotch like a nimble fish.

Neat and simple!

Carefree and easy!

Mirche's face suddenly changed, his brain stopped subconsciously, but his body kept commanding.

Finally, he fell down comically. Chu Feng continued to run with the ball.

Same script. Tuanzebe reacted quickly, moving up to defend and blocking most of the shooting space.

But Chu Feng chose to attack the middle.

The football rolled rapidly along the grass.

McTominay followed up and pushed the defender away.

Shoot with all your might!

Bang! The football went straight to the upper right corner.

The gate guarded by Jilang was breached again. He got up and angrily scolded his teammates.

Mirche was completely confused.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

The first time was luck, but was the second time still luck? On the sidelines of the court.

"Pay special attention to Chu. Is there a Premier League B match the day after tomorrow?"

Mourinho turned his head to look to the side and asked.

"Well, I'll arrange it."

"Boss, are you interested in that boy?"

Assistant coach Faria nodded.

He and Mourinho met in Barcelona in 2001 and have been friends for 16 years. It can be said that they know each other best.

"Nonsense, you're not interested?"

"The team is currently lacking players who are good at breaking through. And if you look closely, does Chu's technical style look familiar to you?"

Mourinho said unhappily.

"Boss, do you know who was my favorite player when I was a fitness coach at Barcelona in 1996?"

Faria chuckled.

"Ronaldo. You loved and hated him at the time, and even made a special training plan for him, but he didn't appreciate it."

Mourinho recalled the past and the coldness on his face gradually dissipated.

"Ahem. I feel like this guy looks a lot like Ronaldo. Have we found a treasure?"

Faria looked a little embarrassed.

"It's too early to tell now."

"You record his statistics tomorrow. I have to lead the team to North America to participate in the International Champions Cup."

Mourinho said this and turned and left.

Because football is a confrontational sport, what can be seen in training is limited, and whether one can perform well in the game is still unknown.

The morning training ended quickly.

"Chu, are you hiding something from me? Otherwise, how can you cross Mitchell like you're crossing the road in the early morning?"

McTominay's voice is so loud that he wants the whole world to hear it.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's hurry up and eat."

Chu Feng hooked his shoulder and pulled him over.

On the green field.

Mitchell turned pale and couldn't help but doubt his life.

Has he really become a bad person?

After all, it is not easy to make a proud person accept the fact that his enemy is stronger than him.

"Wow, today's wild mushroom chicken skewers are really good. I heard there will be sweet flower stuffed chicken tomorrow!"

McTominay kept stuffing food into his mouth.

He is in the stage of growing up and according to the nutritionist's arrangement, he needs to consume a lot of energy every day.

"If it tastes good, eat more. You may not be able to eat it in the future."

Chu Feng said with a smile.

"How could that be? We will definitely be able to enter the first team this season, and then we can eat whatever we want."

McTominay is full of confidence.

Chu Feng remained silent.

If Manchester United had followed the original trajectory and completely entered the "Ten Hag era", these players with good pedigree would seem to be unwelcome.

You never know when you might be banned from eating at the table, and you’d have to ask your teammates to pack up your food and take it home.

However, after my rebirth, it should have a huge impact on the future. (End of this chapter)