PolandNational Youth Team training base.
It was the height of summer, with the scorching sun overhead.
The National Youth Team members' steps on the field seemed particularly heavy.
As a new team preparing for next year's AFC U-19 Championship, every move of this year's National Youth Team was closely watched.
Countless people in the country wanted to know.
Our football... does it still have a future?
Today's training base even held a rare open training session.
Allowing various media reporters present to film and report.
"Damn it, why didn't you pass me that ball just now? Do you still want to stay on this team?!"
On the field.
Near the goal, a roar suddenly erupted.
The surrounding players were as silent as cicadas in winter.
Exchanging fearful glances.
This was Julian Vance, the son of this year's National Youth Team leader.[1]
He was the true direct descendant within the National Youth Team.
Compared to the other players who came from purely grassroots backgrounds.
Their backgrounds were like heaven and earth apart!
Almost no player dared to cross him.
"Brother Julian, just now, Carreras was in a better position than you, so I..."
A voice lacking confidence spoke up.
The National Youth Team members nearby immediately looked at the speaker with amusement, their faces showing pity.
Still daring to talk back?!
"Get lost, you don't need to continue training."
Julian Vance narrowed his eyes and said with a sneer.
The young player's face turned red, he opened and closed his mouth, but didn't say anything, walking towards the sideline with a dejected expression and drooping head.
Seeing the young player being sent off by Julian Vance, the coach on the sidelines did not stop him at all, instead, he chatted and laughed with his assistant coach.
" Vance is becoming more and more of a leader, he has the potential to become the captain of the National Youth Team."
Saying that, he waved towards the substitute bench.
A player who had been eager to play immediately rushed onto the field.
He ran to Julian Vance's side, his face full of flattery.
"Brother Julian, that brat Carreras is ignorant. Just watch now, I'll set up the ball for you, you just focus on scoring!"
"I guarantee you'll put on a good show for your sister-in-law!"
Julian Vance snorted coldly at the words, grinding his teeth fiercely: "Keep a close eye on ViktorGyökeres on the other side. If he scores again, all of you can go home and feed pigs!"
Saying that, his gaze drifted towards a tall, graceful figure outside the field.
The so-called sister-in-law in the National Youth Team members' mouths.
She was Lisa, the goddess he had secretly admired for a long time!
Julian Vance had originally planned to show off in front of his goddess during today's open training match.
But his plans were completely disrupted!
Even, after that annoying guy named ViktorGyökeres scored.
Lisa actually clapped her hands and cheered, looking very happy!
This made JulianVance feel a great sense of defeat!
Today's open training, personally arranged by the National Youth Team leader Arthur Vance, was packed with media reporters outside the field.
ArthurVance had originally wanted to use the media to build momentum for his son.
To bestow upon him the title of 'National Youth Team's New Genius'.
And logically promote Julian Vance to be the captain of the National Youth Team.
However, as soon as the training match started, he regretted it.
That dual-nationality Polish-descendant named ViktorGyökeres was simply a troublemaker!
Completely oblivious to any social etiquette.
Within twenty minutes of the training match, he had already scored twice.
Completely devastating Julian Vance's A-team players.
He completely stole all the limelight!
If this continued, how could he logically promote his son to be captain?!
Listening to the critical whispers of the reporters on the sidelines, and the clicking sound of camera shutters.
Under the lens, the National Youth Team leader Arthur Vance's face was livid, glaring fiercely at the young figure running on the field in the distance!
"Coach, should we substitute that Polish-descendant? If this continues..."
Beside Arthur Vance, a middle-aged man said hesitantly.
"Let him get off after the first half!"
Arthur Vance said fiercely in a low voice.
With reporters watching from the sidelines, he couldn't just substitute Viktor Gyökeres right now.
But the anger in his heart had already accumulated to a certain extent.
In our football circle, do you deserve to play football if you don't understand social etiquette?!
Polish-descendant? Naturalized player?
From La Masia Youth Training Camp?
What's the use?
This is our home!
If you don't understand social etiquette, then get lost!
And at this moment, Viktor Gyökeres.
Was jogging on the field, feeling somewhat bored. 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 Polish-Argentinian player with dual Argentina and Polish nationality and also have Spanish nationality due to playing in La-masia.
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 Julian Vance, 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!
[1] National Youth Team Coach Son