Long Yu followed Caniggia into the youth team training ground, and he was instantly attracted by the confrontation on the field.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and Long Yu watched with excitement.

It's not that they played well, it's that Long Yu hasn't played football for too long.

Long Yu has not played football since the end of his short overseas training camp.

Later, he was spotted by Caniggia and initialed a youth contract.

Then I said goodbye to my parents and Chang Ming, and took a plane to Argentina.

For nearly a week, Long Yu didn't touch the ball.

This is the first time in Long Yu’s ten years of playing football.

In the past, even on New Year's Eve, he and Chang Ming would get up early to train, rain or shine.

It is precisely because of this that the two of them have developed solid basic skills.

As soon as he passed by the first team training ground, Long Yu was ready to make a move.

Now seeing a group of Argentinian teenagers about his own age playing football on the field, he felt itchy and wanted to go up and play a game right now.

At this moment, two players on the court tackled the ball, and the ball flew straight to the sidelines and towards him!

Long Yu took a step back and raised his leg to catch the ball.

The ball fell at a slow speed. After touching the ball, Long Yu's steps quickly sank, becoming one with the ball and unloading the ball easily.

Recalling the young Argentinians who were on the roadside just now, Long Yu suddenly felt hopeful.

If these guys were friendly enough to invite me to come up and play for a while, I would definitely say yes!

But unexpectedly, this time Long Yu didn't wait for an invitation, but instead waited for a shout.

"Boy, kick the ball over here quickly! Didn't you see we were playing?"

Long Yu frowned and looked at the No. 9 player in front of him who was yelling at him, feeling unhappy.

This No. 9 player is about 1.8 meters tall, tall and looks a bit like Elton.

It’s the Brazilian striker who played for Werder Bremen a few years ago, Ball Lightning.

When player No. 9 was shouting, several Boca players gathered around him and shouted at Long Yu.

"Boy, aren't you stupid? Pass the ball over."

A sharp-eyed little man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks immediately spotted the T-shirt Long Yu was wearing.

"The T-shirt he wears has a national flag on it. Is it from China? This guy is from China, right?"

Player No. 9 laughed loudly: "That's right, Chinese people, how can they play football with their feet?"

The sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked man chuckled: "One of you can help him find a table tennis racket and let him hit the ball. The Chinese are still better at small balls."

A teammate next to him reminded him: "I see that his stopping of the ball just now was very standard. He should be able to kick the ball."

Player No. 9 looked provocative: "Is there anyone in China who knows how to play football?"

These Argentinian teenagers spoke loudly, and they were not far away from Long Yu, so Long Yu could hear them.

Although he didn't hear some of the sarcastic words very clearly, he heard the last sentence clearly.

Coupled with the mocking expression and exaggerated movements, Long Yu suddenly became angry!

Just now I wanted to go on the field and play a game with them.

Now I just want to go out and have a fight with them!

Seeing some disputes among several young people on the sidelines, the Boca coaching staff did not make any comment.

In Boca, this level of dispute is normal.

Because in the official competition arena, the opponents will definitely be more ferocious.

Not far away, Dominguez was in a bad mood just now, but he felt better after seeing Caniggia.

But now that he saw Long Yu being surrounded by his young men, Domingos suddenly became interested.

"Diego, guess what the Chinese boy you brought here will do next? Should he swallow his anger or go with them?"

"Commander, no matter what choice he makes, the result will be unfavorable to him."

"Oh why?"

"If he suppresses his anger, swallows his anger, and gives in when he is under siege, then in the commander's mind, he will definitely be doomed."

"You're right! My players would rather have arrogant guys like Riquelme and Veron than cowards!"

"If he gets into a fight with his future teammates, it will definitely be difficult for him to get along in the team in the future. And if he gets into fights whenever he disagrees, how many red cards will he get in a season? Which coach would dare to send him on the court?"

"Haha, that's the truth. This Chinese boy's road has been blocked. It seems that he has a bad start."

"If he can't pass this level, his future at Boca will be in trouble..."

Neither the coach nor the coaching staff spoke, as if they were just watching the fun.

Caniggia couldn't remain silent. After all, he was the one who brought Long Yu here, and he was the one who wanted Long Yu to succeed most here.

"Long, remember what I said and let your results speak for themselves."

Long Yu turned his head and glanced at Caniggia, frowning slightly.

When they first walked to Boca Club, several young Argentinians murmured privately.

"Does anyone in China know how to play football?"

Long Yu wanted to refute, but Caniggia told him to be patient and get results, and prove it to them by using Boca's main players and goals to speak.

But when the boys in front of him once again said the same words in a provocative tone, Long Yu couldn't bear it.

If he could endure it, he would no longer be Long Yu!

He looked at Caniggia and said in a stiff tone.

"I can let my results speak for themselves, but it takes too long and I can't wait. I want to tell them the answer now!"

He turned around and looked at player No. 9 with a cold smile on his face.

"Don't you want the ball? I'll give it to you!"

Under everyone's gaze, Long Yu took a step back, tilted his body slightly to the right, stretched his left foot to nock an arrow, and suddenly started to kick!

But instead of passing the ball, it’s shooting!

Explosive cumshot!

Player No. 9 is less than ten meters away from Long Yu, which is not too far.

This distance is completely within Long Yu's shooting range!

Even if it was further away, Long Yu would be sure to shoot wherever he pointed without anyone interfering with him!

Player No. 9 was laughing at Long Yu just now. When he saw Long Yu kicking the ball and passing the ball, he smiled proudly.

But soon, his smile turned into astonishment.

The ball at Long Yu's feet was like a cannonball, blasting towards him!

If it were normal, there would still be a chance to escape.

But he is not prepared at all now!

The ball hit him firmly in the face!

Between the eye socket and the forehead, the ball hit with all its strength!

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz!

The world is spinning!

Everything goes dark!

Then, I don’t know...

Silence, silence, silence!

For a few seconds, the court was completely silent except for the sound of the ball hitting the ground.

It took a moment for the teammates around him to react.

"Pika, how are you?!"

Teammates surrounded player No. 9. Several teammates who were close to him turned to look at Long Yu and glared angrily.

Long Yu shrugged indifferently and shook his head regretfully.
Chapter completed!