June 2013.
Dragonland National Youth Team training base.
It was a hot summer day, and the sun was shining brightly.
The pace of the national youth players running on the field was particularly sluggish.
As a new team preparing for next year's Asian Youth Championship, every move of this national youth team this year has attracted much attention.
Countless people in Dragonland want to know:
Does Dragonland soccer have a future?
Today's training base was open for a rare training session.
Reporters from major media outlets gathered on the sidelines, allowed to follow up and report.
"Damn it, why didn't you pass the ball to me just now? Do you still want to be part of this team?!"
On the field.
Near the goal, a roar suddenly erupted.
The players around fell silent.
They exchanged terrified glances with each other.
This was the son of this year's national youth team leader.
Brandon Miller.
He was truly the direct heir of the National Youth Team.
Compared to other players who were purely grassroots, in terms of background, he was in the sky while they were underground!
Few players dared to cross him.
"Brother Brandon, in that position just now, Brother Sam was in a better spot than you, so I just..."
A low, timid voice sounded.
The National Youth Team members around him immediately glanced playfully at the owner of the voice, showing pity.
Dare to talk back?
"Go away, you don't need to continue training."
Brandon Miller narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.
The team member blushed, opened his mouth but said nothing, and walked towards the sidelines with a dejected face and drooping head.
Seeing that the team members were kicked off by Brandon Miller, the coach on the sidelines didn't intervene at all. Instead, he chatted and laughed happily with the assistant coach beside him.
"Young Master Brandon is becoming more and more charismatic and has the potential to become the captain of the National Youth League."
He said, waving to the bench.
Seeing this, a player who had been eager to try rushed onto the field impatiently.
He ran to Brandon Miller with a flattering expression.
"Brother Brandon, that brat Alex is ignorant. Let's see what happens next; I'll set up a ball for you. You just need to score goals!"
"I promise to let you show off in front of my sister-in-law!"
Hearing this, Brandon Miller snorted coldly and gritted his teeth fiercely: "You all keep an eye on Chris Young on the opposite side. If he scores again, you all go home and feed the pigs!"
As he spoke, he glanced at a tall and graceful figure outside the field.
The so-called sister-in-law of the national youth team members.
She was the goddess Sarah Quinn, whom he had a crush on for a long time!
In today's open training match, Brandon Miller originally wanted to impress the goddess.
But the plan was completely disrupted!
Even after the damn guy named Chris Young scored a goal on the opposite side, Sarah Quinn actually clapped her hands and applauded, looking very pleased!
This made Brandon Miller feel extremely frustrated!
Today's national youth team leader, William Miller, personally arranged this open training, and the media reporters gathered.
Originally, William Miller wanted to use the media to create a wave of influence for his son, crowning him with the title of "National Youth New Talent."
It was logical to promote Brandon Miller to the captain of the national youth team.
However, as soon as the training match started, he regretted it.
That dual-nationality player named Chris Young was a troublemaker!
Completely ignorant of any social tact.
After more than 20 minutes of the training match, he scored twice.
Directly humiliated Brandon Miller's Team A players.
Totally stole the limelight!
If things go on like this, how can they logically support their own son as the captain?!
Listening to the whispers of the reporters on the sidelines and the sound of the camera shutters, under the camera, William Miller, the leader of the national youth team, looked livid, staring at the young figure running on the field in the distance with hatred!
"Team leader, do you want to replace that player? If this continues..."
Beside William Miller, a middle-aged man said hesitantly.
"After the first half, let him get off!"
William Miller lowered his voice and said harshly.
The reporters on the sidelines were watching, and it was not good for him to replace Chris Young at this time.
But the anger in his heart had also accumulated to a certain extent.
In Dragonland's soccer circle, is it worth playing soccer if you don't understand the social dynamics?!
American? Naturalized players?
From the La Masia youth training camp?
What is the use?
This is Dragonland!
If you don't know the ways of the world, get out!
And Chris Young, at this time, was trotting on the field, a little bored.
There was no other reason; the opposition was a bit too easy.
Not as good as the junior high school students he met in Spain.
The rumors that Dragonland's men's soccer players "stop the ball ten meters" and "clear towards their own goal" heard in his previous life were not only true but exceeded expectations!
Yes, he was a time traveler.
In his previous life, he was a senior soccer fan. After witnessing the National Soccer Team's humiliating loss to Vietnam on the first day of the Lunar New Year, he was so shocked that he didn't recover and died.
Reborn back in 2013, as a player with dual nationality of Spain and Argentina.
He was also a player who had been studying at the Barcelona La Masia youth academy, known as the "Youth Training Paradise," for two years!
Recently, as a naturalized player, he was recruited by the Dragonland National Youth Team to participate in the selection for the Asian Youth Championship next year.
Originally, he had a glimmer of hope, thinking that the rotten state of Dragonland soccer was just a rumor.
But when he saw it in person, he was left speechless.
It was terrible, absolutely terrible!
The game wasn't played very well, but the tactics were still very dirty.
In more than 20 minutes of the game, he suffered several flying tackles.
And among the team members, the situation of forming cliques was very serious.
Most of the players were frantically currying favor with the team leader's son, Brandon Miller.
At the age of sixteen or seventeen, they were already living like sycophants.
This was just the national youth team!
It was hard to imagine how difficult the situation of players without background status would be in the real national team.
In other words, these grassroots players would not be able to reach that step at all, and there was a high probability they would be passed over halfway!