The reason was simple: the opposing team was just too weak.
They were even worse than the middle schoolers he encountered on the street football pitches in Spain.
The rumors he had heard in his previous life about National Football Team players 'stopping the ball ten meters away' and 'clearing the ball into their own goal' were not only true, but even worse!
That's right, he was a transmigrator.
In his previous life, he was a seasoned football fan. On the first day of the Lunar New Year, after seeing the National Football Team lose to Vietnam with a humiliating score, he was so enraged that he suffered a heart attack and died.
He was reborn in 2013, into the body of a Chinese-Argentine player with dual Spanish and Argentine nationality.
He was also a player who had already spent two years training at Barcelona's La Masia Youth Training Camp, known as the 'youth training paradise'!
Recently, as a naturalized player, he had been called up by the National Youth Team to participate in the selection for next year's Asian Youth Championship roster.
Originally, he held a glimmer of hope, thinking that the deeply rooted problems of National Football Team were just rumors.
But seeing it firsthand, he was speechless.
It was bad, too bad!
He wasn't a great player, but he was very dirty.
In the more than twenty minutes of the game, he had been subjected to several flying tackles.
Moreover, there was a serious problem of cliques among the team members.
Most of the players were desperately currying favor with Zhao Yan, the team leader's son.
At sixteen or seventeen years old, they had already become sycophants.
And this was just the National Youth Team!
It was hard to imagine how difficult the situation would be for players without background or status in the actual National Football Team?
Or rather, these grassroots players would probably never even reach that stage, most likely being passed over midway!
...Chapter Two: Beating Up the Team Leader and His Son! Completely Saying Goodbye to the National Football Team! (New book, please give flowers, ratings, and monthly tickets!!!)
After the small incident, the match on the field continued.
Ye Lingfeng's side still maintained their dominance.
It wasn't because his team's overall strength was superior.
It was entirely because Ye Lingfeng's individual skill was far above this group of National Youth Team members!
His positioning, awareness, and passing and receiving abilities were all unmatched by these National Youth Team members!
Under his leadership, the team's dominance also became very apparent.
However, many players on Team B, where Ye Lingfeng played, became increasingly cautious due to Ye Lingfeng's complete disregard for 'social niceties'.
They were afraid that Zhao Yan would cause trouble for them after the training match ended.
So, whether they were faking it or truly terrible, many started losing the ball in various bizarre ways as soon as they received it.
Ye Lingfeng watched, speechless.
Once again, there was a scramble near the midfield line.
A Team B player dribbled past the midfield line and, seeing Zhao Yan pressing him, he inexplicably slipped and simply handed the ball over.
This exaggerated acting not only failed to make the coaches on the sidelines frown, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief because the ball went to Zhao Yan.
"Good play, Brother Zhao!"
After Zhao Yan got the ball, his teammates desperately supported him on the flanks, trying to create a comfortable attacking route for him.
But due to their lack of skill, two National Youth Team members running along the same path even collided with each other.
This drew suppressed chuckles from the reporters on the sidelines.
After a few clumsy dribbles, Zhao Yan spotted one of his loyal sycophants and planned a one-two pass.
But just as he released the ball, a gust of wind swept past him.
Ye Lingfeng, without ceremony, effortlessly stole the ball back and brought it under his control.
He then calmly dribbled forward.
After a few seconds of dazed.
Hearing the taunts from the spectators on the sidelines, Zhao Yan's face immediately flushed crimson!
"Damn it, tackle him! Don't let him pass!"
"Tackle him until he's crippled!!!"
Listening to Zhao Yan's hysterical shouts, the Team A players exchanged glances and, bracing themselves, rushed towards Ye Lingfeng.
In the National Youth Team, Zhao Yan's words were law.
They had to be obeyed!!
The coach on the sidelines frowned slightly, looking worriedly at the reporters outside the field, and then at Zhao Tai, the team leader, not far away.
Under the reporters' noses, this might not be good... He knew Zhao Yan's temper as the 'prince' of the National Youth Team.
When Zhao Yan said he wanted to cripple someone, he truly meant to injure them.
Similar situations had happened many times before.
But as a coach, he dared not express any objection.
"Swish—"
"Swish—"
One after another, the sounds of sliding tackles echoed across the field.
Team A's teammates, having received Zhao Yan's command, frantically began flying tackles at Ye Lingfeng!
They would not let him continue to dribble deeper, even if it meant their lives!
"The tackles are too aggressive, aren't they? Aren't they aiming to cripple him?!"
"Isn't this just a training match? Are they really that ruthless towards their future teammates?"
Questions arose from the reporters on the sidelines.
And on the field.
Team B's players also tacitly stopped running, leaving Ye Lingfeng alone in the attacking third.
They gave him no opportunity to pass back.
Initially, Ye Lingfeng was able to calmly evade several tackles with his footwork.
But against the continuous flying tackles aimed at his ankles, he eventually got hit.
"Swish—!"
This tackle came from Zhao Yan himself.
The bright studs on his shoes were particularly dazzling under the scorching sun!
The reporters on the sidelines let out a gasp.
Su Qianqian instinctively gripped the wire fence of the stadium in front of her, staring at the field with a worried expression.
Showing studs on the field was a major taboo, usually a card-worthy action.
A slightly more aggressive move would definitely result in a red card.
But Zhao Yan's action was clearly not just about showing studs.
He genuinely intended to cripple Ye Lingfeng on that very field!
"Hiss..."
Ye Lingfeng's ankle throbbed with pain!
He hadn't expected that Zhao Yan actually had so much influence, that a single word from him could incite all the National Youth Team members to flying tackle him!
And even use a crippling move against him!
Just as the players on the field saw Ye Lingfeng finally stop his dribbling progression.
And stood in place, flexing his injured ankle.
The National Youth Team members breathed a sigh of relief, all showing smug expressions.
As if to say, this is what happens when you don't understand social niceties!