Lin Ran, standing in the line, suddenly felt someone watching him.
He turned his head to see Fernando, the one who had clashed with him earlier, staring at him with a fierce look from the Yellow Team.
Seeing Lin Ran look over, Fernando's lips curled into a cold smile, and he made a throat-slitting gesture towards Lin Ran.
Lin Ran saw the gesture, smiled indifferently, and did not respond.
Kreller, next to him, whispered worriedly into Lin Ran's ear, "You must be careful of Fernando later; he's got his eye on you."
Lin Ran nodded slightly; he didn't really care about Fernando.
Now, he was worried about whether his performance could impress the Head Coach, allow him to stay, and thus complete the system's mission.
Once all the players were in position, the referee blew his whistle, and the match officially began.
At first, Lin Ran's Red Team took the kickoff.
As a forward, Lin Ran lightly tapped the ball in the center circle to Kreller behind him, while he sprinted towards the opponent's backfield.
Seeing Lin Ran's speed, Head Coach Flores, sitting on the sidelines, nodded slightly and said to Moya, who had just walked up to him, "The number 10 on the field has good speed; pay more attention to him later."
Moya casually flipped through the notebook in his hand, recognized that number 10 was Lin Ran, and said with a smile, "He's a Chinese Kid; his physique looks a bit thin, but he's a handsome young man."
"Oh, a Chinese? I heard that's a football desert; Spain doesn't seem to have any Chinese players playing here."
"Yes, Mr. Flores, I heard there are Chinese in the Premier League and Bundesliga, but their performance seems to be mediocre."
"Is that so? Well, I hope this kid's performance isn't too disappointing; I'm still very curious about China."
"Yes, that's an ancient and mysterious country. I heard it has over a billion people, which is incredible."
"Over a billion people! Oh, my! That's unbelievable; it must be a huge market. If this kid can get into our youth team, maybe the club can try to develop that market. Oh! Shit! What kind of crappy playing is that?!"
Flores, who had just been envisioning China's huge market, let out an angry roar, startling the staff around him.
And the culprit behind all this was the Chinese Kid on the field.
Lin Ran was just wandering at the edge of the penalty area, looking for gaps in the opponent's Defense, when he suddenly received a half-volley from diagonally behind him.
Because the ball was passed suddenly and quickly, Lin Ran's trap was too heavy, and he stopped the ball too far.
The football was stopped directly three meters in front of him, and by the time he wanted to chase it again, he saw a yellow figure already in front of him, extending his foot to block the ball.
Then, as if showing off, he faked a move to get past Lin Ran, and before Lin Ran could Tackle back, he sent a long pass with a big kick, sending the ball to the front field.
It was then that Lin Ran clearly saw that the figure who had blocked his football was the tall Fernando.
Fernando gave Lin Ran a fierce look, and as he ran past him, he deliberately bumped him with his shoulder, dropping a line: "Kid, with me here, you won't get the ball today."
Lin Ran stumbled from the impact, anger surged in his heart, and he immediately wanted to go find trouble with the other party, but thinking of the system's mission, he forcibly held back.
He just spat fiercely and continued to immerse himself in the game.
Fernando saw that Lin Ran didn't dare to come forward, which made him even more smug, and his Defense on Lin Ran became even tighter.
The two teams participating in this match were temporary squads, so there was no concept of tacit cooperation.
Everyone who got the ball wanted to keep it glued to their feet, and unless absolutely necessary, they would never pass it to anyone else.
This led to an extremely ugly scene, where everyone fought for themselves, relying on individual ability to charge left and right until they eventually lost the ball.
As a forward, Lin Ran needed the midfield and backfield to supply him with 'ammunition,' but in the current situation, who would Pass to him? If they had the ball, they might as well try to break through and Shoot themselves.
So, after about ten minutes of play, Lin Ran had barely touched the ball, apart from the one pass he received earlier.
Watching Lin Ran's performance, Flores on the sidelines shook his head in great disappointment.
"Moya, it seems that Chinese are really not very suitable for Playing football."
"Perhaps," Moya also shook his head with a bitter smile, "Perhaps their talents are all in small ball sports like table tennis. For big ball sports like football, they might not have the genes for it."
Flores stopped paying attention to Lin Ran and instead observed the other players. After watching for a while, he said somewhat disappointedly, "None of these people on the field meet my requirements. Right now, only the Red Team's number 11 and the Yellow Team's tall number 19 are barely acceptable. You should observe those two more closely later."
"Oh, alright, sir."
Moya quickly agreed, then opened the notebook with player information. He saw that Red Team's number 11 was named Kreller, and Yellow Team's number 19 was named Fernando.
At this point, the game had been going on for nearly twenty minutes, and the first goal finally appeared.
The goal was scored by the Yellow Team's forward, number 15, a white young man.
After scoring, the white young man seemed very excited, sliding on his knees on the grass, making a victory gesture with both hands, waiting for his teammates to come and celebrate with him.
However, to his dismay, his teammates weren't particularly excited. Only a few teammates close to him ran over, patted him on the shoulder, and then ran off. The others didn't even bother to come over.
This made the white young man a bit dejected.
Actually, this situation was quite normal. One must remember that this was a tryout match, and everyone was competing for those five tryout spots. Everyone wanted to shine in the game and ultimately be kept.
No one wanted to be outshone by others, so seeing the young man score, as his teammates, their jealousy should outweigh their joy. In such a situation, how could they possibly come up and celebrate with him?
And on the Red Team's side, as the team that conceded the goal, they were even more frustrated. No one wanted to be on the losing side in such a match.
So, after the restart, the Red Team launched an even more frenzied attack, with even a few defenders pushing almost to the halfway line.
As the Red Team's forward, Lin Ran had already entered the opponent's penalty area.
He could clearly feel that if he could get the ball at this moment, he had absolute confidence in scoring. This feeling didn't come out of nowhere; it should be the confidence brought by his perfect-level Shooting ability.
This feeling is not something you imagine out of thin air, but a tangible belief. It's like a mysterious confidence in a highly skilled craft, honed through countless trials and tribulations.
It's just a pity that he couldn't get the ball now.
He only possessed perfect-level Shooting skills, but his other skills were truly terrible: positioning, Grab the spot in front of goal, Tackling, Dribbling—all these skills were very poor.
This led to situations where when others passed to him, he sometimes couldn't receive it well, and his cooperation with teammates wasn't very fluid. After a few back-and-forths, his teammates were no longer willing to Pass to him.
The most troublesome thing was that he had a tall guy sticking to him.
Fernando was like a dog's plaster; every time Lin Ran got the ball, it would be disrupted by the opponent immediately.
Just now, he was even tackled, ball and man, and sent flying. If Lin Ran hadn't dodged quickly and jumped up in advance, he would probably have been injured and left the field by now.
Seeing Lin Ran get up from the ground, Fernando spat fiercely and said, "Kid, you got lucky this time; next time, you won't be so fortunate."
"Lin, are you alright?" Kreller ran over at this moment and reached out to pull Lin Ran up.
"I'm fine, thanks." Lin Ran brushed off the grass from his body and thanked Kreller.
Seeing that Lin Ran seemed genuinely fine, Kreller breathed a sigh of relief and was about to run off when Lin Ran called him back.
"Kreller, I'll find an opportunity to shake off that big guy later. When I do, Pass the ball to me, and we'll try a combination play."
"Alright, I'll try my best. You know, today's match is a bit special," Kreller said, carefully choosing his words.
"I understand. Precisely because it's special, we need to show some combination play. Remember, you're a midfielder; your main role is to orchestrate and deliver killer passes to the forwards, not to score goals. I think the Head Coach will focus on this aspect during his evaluation."
Lin Ran said with a serious expression.
Hearing Lin Ran's words, Kreller slowly nodded.
"Maybe you're right. I'll Pass to you later."
Kreller said, then turned and ran off to the side.
Watching Kreller's retreating back, Lin Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Damn it! He finally managed to persuade someone to Pass to him.