It seems that this middle-aged man is really a technical director. As soon as he appears, the coach in the field immediately stopped training, and everyone turned their attention to Qiao Wanxian.

Including the audience, there are a thousand people, right? Qiao Wan is not nervous about being watched by so many people.

He reached out to a small test tube with a very well-encapsulated look in his trouser pocket, and a confident look appeared on his face.

That’s right, this is his exclusive secret recipe - Shengyuan No. 1!

Logically speaking, an adult man only needs to apply one milliliter of Chia Source No. 1 to maintain a "superpower" state for 3 hours, while this 14-5-year-old goalkeeper only needs half a milliliter to achieve the expected results.

But this was the first time Qiao Wanxian used his No. 1 stimulant since his rebirth. I wondered if the effect was as powerful as his previous life, so I simply poured two milliliters of liquid into my palms in a test tube.

The little goalkeeper looked at Qiao Wanxian curiously, his face full of frustration, and obviously he was not satisfied with his performance just now.

Qiao Wanxian walked to him and said with a smile: "Young man, what are your name?"

"My name is Tony Anderson." His voice was still very tender.

Qiao Wanxian showed a very easy-going smile, squatted down in front of him, and said patiently: "Anderson, do you know why your performance just now is so bad?"

Anderson lowered his head in disappointment and said sadly: "Because I don't have football talent... I decided to listen to my mother and go home and study hard..."

Qiao Wanxian shook his head and said, "Anderson, you were wrong. Not only you were wrong, but even your coach was wrong!"

"Hmm? What are you talking about sir?"

Qiao Wanxian said seriously: "Anderson, do you know that with your physical condition, the striker is the best position for you!"

"Ah? Forward?" Anderson lost his voice in surprise.

Qiao Wan said unsurprisingly: "That's right, forward! If you develop well, you can achieve Ronaldo's ability!"

Anderson was very surprised at the beginning, but when he heard this, his face suddenly dimmed. To achieve Ronaldo's ability? How is that possible! That is a unique figure in the history of football, known as "Alien"!

Anderson said in disappointment: "Sir, I know you are kind-hearted, but... you don't need to use such words to perfunctory me..."

Qiao Wanxian chuckled and said, "You have to believe in me Anderson, of course you have to believe in yourself too! Do you just want to give up your football dream?"

Anderson shook his head.

Qiao Wanxian continued to encourage: "Okay, let me tell you, when you are doing the team training game later, you will go to the front, control the ball, and shoot the goal, you understand?"

Anderson was puzzled.

Qiao Wanxian patted his shoulder and nodded, "Give yourself a chance, go and do it boldly!"

Anderson took a deep breath, and a confident look finally appeared on his little face, and he nodded solemnly.

Qiao Wanxian smiled and said, "That's right. Don't rush to compete first. I'll give you a massage first."

"Massage?" Anderson was surprised.

Qiao Wanxian said inexplicably: "I will loosen your muscles and bones, let you relax, and perform well!"

As he said that, Qiao Wanxian walked around Anderson's back, put the hand that was holding Shengyuan No. 1 into his jersey, and simply applied it to his waist.

"Everything is good, you can go to perform!" Qiao Wanxian clapped his hands and said excitedly.

Anderson said strangely: "This is considered a massage, just touch me..."

"Haha!" Qiao Wanxian touched Anderson's head and smiled: "Go and tell your coach that you want to play forward!"

The team training match started again, and Qiao Wanxian came to the middle-aged man again, but was surprised to find that he wore a sun hat again, which looked very funny.

"Buzz!"

Qiao Wanxian had just walked to the middle-aged man and before he could turn around, he heard the audience exclaiming. The middle-aged man also changed his face and said in a daze: "This ball... has it entered?"

Qiao Wan turned around and found that the children had already kicked off again. Obviously, through the middle-aged man's reaction, he knew that Anderson must have scored the goal just now.

At this time, the ball was under the opponent's feet. As soon as he turned around and was about to pass the ball, a man rushed over like a wind and easily grabbed the ball. He looked closely and found that it was Anderson!

At this time, three defensive players came to siege. Anderson rushed forward calmly. First, a simple bicycle cycling move passed by one person. Facing the two defensive players in front who wanted to "close the door", he turned his head to his teammate on the left.

Just when the opponent thought he would definitely pass the ball, Anderson rolled the ball in his back, and then the man bypassed the two defensive players from the other direction, and a beautiful man scored the ball!

The team's confrontation was seven-a-side. After easily passing the three players, there was an open space in front of him. At this time, Anderson exerted his speed to the extreme, and shook away the defensive players chasing behind him from afar. In the end, the opponent even gave up chasing and stood there, staring at Anderson with wide eyes, his face full of incredible words.

Anderson calmly shot the goalkeeper who was attacking the opponent, and scored easily. From stealing, to passing people, to shooting, the whole set of actions was completed in one go, which made the audience applaud and the camera kept flashing.

Looking at the youth training coach over there, his face turned green and he kept wiping his sweat. Could it be that Anderson is really a material for playing forward? Why didn’t I notice it before?

After a while, the muscles on his face trembled violently again. What's going on? Marseille swings, how could he use such a difficult skill so skillfully?

At this time, the middle-aged man beside Qiao Wanxian's face was also strangely gloomy, and he muttered in a low voice: "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! That position is at least twenty-five meters away from the goal. Is his shooting power so great? And he is so precisely slung in the upper left corner?"

"Haha, he scored again, this is the fourth one, right?" Qiao Wan smiled proudly. The fourth goal was a cross from his teammate. Anderson jumped up under the attack of four opponents, shook his head when he met the ball, and looked back at the moon. The goalkeeper was out of reach.

Less than 20 minutes into the training match, Anderson was in a big four. Not to mention the middle-aged man off the court, even the players on the court were stunned, looking at their companions, trying to find the answer from the other party's face, but the final result was to shake their heads.

The middle-aged man didn't know what he was thinking, and kept staring at the training ground, his eyes were erratic, and his face was even more mysterious and thoughtful.

Seeing that something was wrong, the youth training coach quickly walked to the sidelines to encourage the players who had lost their fighting spirit, and then briefly arranged the tasks of regional defense and man-to-man defense.

But when the youth training coach wanted to breathe a long sigh, his eyes straightened again. Anderson was simply a pervert, and he actually scored another goal! He followed the pass from his teammates and shot angrily at the edge of the penalty area. A beautiful arc ball pierced the goalkeeper's fingers again.

It was less than 50 seconds before he had set up his defensive tactics!

"Well... it must be that the tactics have just been arranged and the players are not ready yet." The youth training coach secretly found a step for himself.

Five minutes later, the ball fell to Anderson's feet again. Now every time I see Anderson touching the ball, the youth training coach felt as uncomfortable as blood.

Fortunately, Anderson did not choose to break through this time, but chose a long pass, which finally made the coach sigh, and a winning smile appeared on his face. Yes, it seems that my defensive tactics have worked.

However, the next moment, his eyes suddenly reached the maximum, and his eyes almost fell to the ground. This... this is impossible, this is impossible!

The youth training coach couldn't believe his eyes, and felt like he was in a dream. This... this was not a pass, but a super long-distance hoop!

"Will the ball enter?" The middle-aged man stood beside Qiao Wanxian without saying a word, his eyes moving with the trick of flying the ball, and finally... he was frozen in the goal again!

"GOAL! Anderson, good!" Qiao Wanxian felt relieved for a while.

After entering the extremely long distance hanging door, the middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice was so heavy: "What did you do to him?"

Qiao Wanxian smiled slightly and said proudly: "I said that I am the best coach in the world. Mourinho and Ferguson are not my opponent! I have the ability to turn decay into magic!"

The middle-aged man said thoughtfully: "What is the football philosophy you insist on?"

"Football concept?" Qiao Wanxian smiled and said arrogantly: "Football is an art, and art can only be written with beauty!"

"Do you advocate offensive football?"

Qiao Wanxian shook his head and said proudly: "It's not an offensive football, it's a bombing football!"

If this middle-aged man had heard Qiao Wan say this for the first time, he would have thought that this man was an arrogant man and had a pride. However, after seeing Anderson's drastic change, he had to re-examine the young man because it was related to a bet.

Qiao Wanxian stretched and said lazily: "That's fine, Abu is very stubborn. I heard that he fell in love with Mourinho, and you, the technical director, cannot change his mind!"

The middle-aged man looked very ugly, and he glared at his back fiercely, and asked loudly: "What's your name?"

"Qiao Wanxian!" Qiao Wanxian waved his hand domineeringly and left.
Chapter completed!