The perfect midfield: It starts with never passing the ball to Ronaldo.

"José Mario Pereira?"

"Vitol's nephew, that arrogant brat from Sporting Lisbon?"

"There's a U19 scrimmage this afternoon, go try your luck, little guy!"

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast. The youth coach Oliveira's tone was slightly dismissive.

"Playing football isn't about luck; I prefer to let my skills speak for themselves." Mario pursed his lips; showing weakness wasn't his style.

"I hope your skills are as tough as your mouth. Let me see how good a person who has no obligation to pass the ball to Ronaldo really is!" Oliveira shrugged. Anyway, it was just a one-time meeting. So what if you're the team coach's nephew?

"Soon!" Mario nodded seriously, his youthful spirit shining through.

Having returned to the age of eighteen and activated the perfect midfield system, now is the time for him to "know that a young man with lofty ambitions is destined to be the best in the world!"

After a simple physical test, the field was now clearly divided into red and blue.

"We'll be splitting up for a match in ten minutes!"

"You, Red Team!"

Although Oliveira didn't particularly like the head coach's nephew, and his expression when throwing the vest was somewhat similar to Tian Guofu's when he complained about Gao Yuliang, he didn't specifically target Mario, but simply told everyone to keep everything as usual.

As for whether people are more willing to trust their former teammates, that's beyond the control of the youth academy coach.

Time passed quickly, and the afternoon sun at 3:30 was no longer so scorching, but the green field, which had been baked by the midday sun, still emitted the grassy smell.

Mario licked his chapped lips, salty sweat seeping into the corners of his mouth.

"Kid, with me here, you won't get a chance to prove yourself!"

The blue team's defensive midfielder with the small mustache was clearly a Ronaldo fan. In addition to sticking close to him in defense, he also relentlessly used his body to overpower Mario, this weakling.

Physical prowess is certainly not an advantage for a potential golden boy; his current strength rating of only 5 points is enough to illustrate the problem. But football is not just a game of muscle.

Exceptional ball control, passing, shooting, top-tier football intelligence, and unwavering willpower can often compensate for or even overcome certain deficiencies or relative weaknesses in physical condition.

Soon, the opportunity arrived.

The red team's attack was once again thwarted by the opponent, and the blue team's goalkeeper launched a long ball. This time, Mario's active sprint back and forth did not go to waste.

Taking advantage of the opponent's header error, he skillfully controlled the ball near the center circle.

The little mustache immediately pressed against Mario's lower back, his elbows seemingly touching Mario's ribs.

Using one's own weaknesses to gain the strengths of others is not the act of a wise person.

Feeling the force behind him, Mario didn't try to block it head-on. Instead, he pulled the ball back with his right foot and feinted to the left with his shoulder down.

The rhythm of 7 o'clock is like a fish in water in the youth training team. When he noticed the little mustache's body movement out of the corner of his eye, Mario immediately pushed the ball between his legs with the inside of his foot, and at the same time swept past on the other side like a cheetah!

At this moment, the blue team's defensive midfielder clearly felt that his body was out of control, and his center of gravity was shifting in the opposite direction to the direction he wanted to move.

One stumble and you're inhaling exhaust fumes.

The figure in front of the man with the mustache moved forward rapidly, and with the force of his powerful burst, the two instantly separated.

"Stop him!"

As a tough defensive player, although he was completely outmaneuvered, his resounding slogans still echoed on the green field.

The background music was still playing behind him as Mario, in full attack mode, began his charge towards the opponent's half.

"This guy's fundamentals are pretty good!" Oliveira, standing on the sidelines, exclaimed.

Although this kid's absolute speed isn't particularly fast, his footwork has a unique rhythm, neither too fast nor too slow, with not a single sluggish touch on the ball, and the ball seems to move forward with a rhythm.

Two Blue Team defenders closed in on him, but Mario remained calm and daring.

In a flash, the outside of his right foot gently flicked the ball to the right, seemingly to pass it to a teammate making a run down the flank, but just as the opponent stretched out his foot, he pulled the ball back with the sole of his left foot!

Coordinated yet sharp!

The simple movements appeared fluid and graceful due to the solid foundation.

"here!"

A member of the red team shouted on the field, and there was no doubt that two consecutive brilliant performances had made his teammates realize that Mario was a formidable force.

However, the promising young man ignored it, taking small steps to adjust himself while raising his head to observe.

Currently, his organizational ability is only six points, which prevents him from being able to visualize his teammates' movements in advance like some masters do.

However, it's sufficient for the defensive positioning against the youth training team.

This is it!

As the Blue team retreated while fighting, a narrow passage appeared between their left center-back and left back, barely wide enough for the football to pass through.

Open your arms and swing your legs!

Mario, seemingly about to unleash a powerful long-range shot, suddenly retracts his power at the moment of contact, adjusting his point of contact to deliver a low, through ball.

"Pass the ball? Weren't we told we weren't obligated to pass to Ronaldo?!"

"He must have trained hard after being expelled; he's a promising talent."

"That was a pretty good shot!"

Oliveira nodded as he watched; the first-team coach's nephew certainly had the ability to join Porto's youth academy.

On the green field, the defensive midfielder who risked his life to block the shot found that the ball's trajectory was completely different from what he had expected.

The black and white figure didn't fly towards the goal, but rather sliced ​​through the defense like a scalpel, accurately finding the left winger who had successfully beaten the offside trap.

A one-on-one opportunity!

Pity!

A half-high shot reminiscent of Wu Lei's style was blocked by the goalkeeper's leg and went out of bounds.

Corner kick.

On the sidelines, Oliveira took advantage of a dead ball situation to send a message to Pereira.

Mario has good potential and could be promoted to Porto's youth academy!

After a beep, Oliveira's gaze returned to the penalty area, where the ball was headed away by the Blue Team's center-back and flew high towards the edge of the penalty area.

A red figure appeared there.

Instead of rushing into the penalty area like the others, he remained lurking outside the penalty arc.

Now the opportunity has come, and Mario's eyes are fixed on the ball in front of him.

When you are highly focused, the trajectory of the ball's fall becomes clearly visible.

Mario's honed shooting experience has helped him make the best decisions.

Although he only had one month of high-intensity long-range shooting training, with the help of his powerful training template, his movements had become almost instinctive.

Mario doesn't need to adjust his steps at all. After his supporting leg is in place, he gracefully turns to the side, his left foot steps on the grass, his body leans back, and his right leg is like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to unleash its power!

Then, release.

It's not a skill, not a calculation, but an instinct imprinted in muscle memory.

A devastating barrage of heavy artillery outside the restricted area!

boom!

The instep struck the bottom of the ball solidly. The ball barely spun the moment it left the ground, like a streak of white light tearing through the air.

The blue team's goalkeeper only saw a blurry afterimage, instinctively leaped up and stretched his body, but even with all his might, his fingertips were still half a meter away from the ball.

Watching the ball cross the goal line, all I could hear was the violent trembling of the net!

Goal!!!

It was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, instantly changing the course of history.

The entire stadium fell silent for a moment, then erupted in gasps.

"My God, that ball speed!!"

"No curves at all, just a brutal, straightforward aesthetic!"

"Where does this guy get such incredible strength?!"

"Damn it, am I going to lose my starting position?!"

"It was luck, I wish I could score a goal like that with such a satisfying volley!!"

After a brief moment of surprise, the teammates, each with their own thoughts, gathered around the goal scorer.

Mario stood there with an air of authority, slowly lowering his right leg that had been raised high after the shot, watching the ball spinning in the goal, a smile playing on his lips, as if the Dragon King had returned.

Even a slight exertion is enough to reach the limit of this segment!

On the other side, Coach Oliveira had just gone from arrogance to calm acceptance when he experienced another emotional ups and downs in a matter of seconds.

"He's not obligated to pass the ball; if he's capable, he can definitely do it himself. Could this kid really be a genius?!"