Sorry about not posting on weekend. IRL priorities.
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The team training match officially kicks off!
The main team is adorned in red vests, while the training team is in green.
The training team initiates the first move.
Both teams are arranged in a 4-4-2 formation. This is the most typical setup in football, known for its balance between offense and defense. It's particularly suitable for novices as it provides a clearer sense of position and allows for swift on-the-spot adjustments.
Shortly after the game begins, the training team's midfielder fumbles with a pass.
Seizing the moment, Michael from the main team resists the chasing opponents using his body and swiftly passes the ball to Octo who is backing him up.
Octo charges ahead, weaving through the left side of the field.[TN:- Nickname of Eight to Octo]
His speed is astonishing, leaving the two training team players in the dust.
Upon reaching the right side of the penalty area, Octo opts to stick to the ball rather than rushing forward, effectively evading the high school defenders.
Julian comments internally:
Wow, that's truly worthy of being Octo!
Messi, known for his right foot, is adept at the "Messi Corridor," where he dribbles from the right side to the front of the penalty area to reach his prime position.
And here we have Octo, one of the hidden gems, also a left-footed player like Messi. He performs the reverse operation, dribbling from the left to the right frontcourt.
The training team's defenders anticipate Octo's intent and swiftly close in on him.
Octo, however, remains unfazed, seemingly invigorated by the increased pressure.
A split second later, he's brought down to the ground.
Octo complains to the temporary referee, who is also a member of the school's drumming club, but his protests are met with a shrug.
"Coach Lamar Carter is feeling 35 points of negative emotion, generating white bubbles..."
Julian notices:
The old PUA from the workplace, Coach Carter, also dropped white bubbles!
These bubbles must be more beneficial for coaches than for players, right?
But what kind of training does Coach Carter need? If it's not about defense or physical endurance but trash talking, then collecting this bubble would be like throwing away progress...
In the past, Julian would have snatched these bubbles up immediately due to their scarcity. Now, as part of the school team, bubbles are plentiful, so he must choose wisely.
The maximum bubble collection limit is 10 per day, and without a C rank personal rating, he can't preview the bubble's content. It's a gamble each time.
If he earns just 5 more talent points, he'll be able to upgrade to C rank...
Julian contemplates whether to collect the coach's training result bubbles while watching the intense match unfold.
After 3 minutes, Coach Carter's white bubbles vanish from the pitch.
The confrontation match continues with fervor, both teams attacking vigorously. Despite their mistakes, the high school players' football skills are impressive.
Julian can't help but compare them to the semi-professional and professional players he's encountered in Asia. The UK's high school football is on a whole other level.
The first half is a flurry of activity, but the score remains 0-0.
The training team players exit the field beaming with pride, while the main team players are downcast.
They know Coach Carter's wrath is imminent.
Coach Carter slammed the tactical board to the ground, cursing furiously: "What the hell are you playing at? 0:0? The main team is being held by the training team? You're just a temporary worker, are you here to enjoy the match? You think you're some kind of VIP fan? You can't handle defense, and you're no better on offense! You've barely touched the ball twice in 45 minutes, and once it went out of bounds! Are you a spy from the training team?"
"Glider! You're just out here to make yourself look tall, aren't you? What about your header skills? You had 8 shots in the first half and not a single one on target after all those touches! Tell me, what's your secret?"
"And you, Bread! You're the captain! Can't a full-back assist? Why don't you drop back and get the ball more often? You take the ball and play a long pass, letting Glider and the Sissy rush over to fight for it. Even if there's no chance, as long as you make a long pass, there's always a backup plan—such a simple strategy! I could teach my grandma and she'd outperform you!"
"You useless bunch of idiots! The Titanic sank because of your kind of IQ!"
"Shit..."
"Coach, your trash talk is top-notch! At least level 6!"
Julian heard the system notification in his head—"Deng Deng Deng Deng"—and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. He gazed at the white bubbles scattered across the floor, his heart ready to burst with joy.
It's like finding a bargain in the vegetable market! And I get to pick the best ones!
Julian focused on the bubbles under Rusty Stripe, Bread, Michael, and Painter's feet. These four players had a strong background in defense and physical conditioning within the school team and had already proven themselves once before.
Calmly, Julian approached the quartet and popped each of their bubbles one by one.