Chapter 2

It seems that this middle-aged man is indeed the technical director. As soon as he appeared, the coaches on the field immediately stopped the training, and everyone turned their attention to Qiaowanxian.

Including the audience, there must be a thousand people here. Being surrounded by so many people, it would be a lie for Qiaowanxian to say he wasn't nervous.

He reached into his pocket for a well-sealed small test tube, a confident look appearing on his face.

Indeed, this was his secret formula—Shengyuan No. 1!

In theory, an adult male only needs to apply one milliliter of Shengyuan No. 1 to maintain a "superpower" state for three hours. For a goalkeeper around fourteen or fifteen years old, just half a milliliter would achieve the desired effect.

However, this was the first time Qiaowanxian had used his Shengyuan No. 1 stimulant since his rebirth. Not knowing if the effect would be as powerful as in his previous life, he decided to pour the entire two milliliters of liquid into his palm.

The young goalkeeper looked at Qiaowanxian curiously, his face filled with disappointment. Clearly, he was very unsatisfied with his own performance.

Qiaowanxian walked up to him and said with a smile, "Young man, what's your name?"

"My name is Tony Anderson," he replied in a childish voice.

Qiaowanxian gave a friendly smile, squatted down in front of him, and said patiently, "Anderson, do you know why your performance was so poor just now?"

Anderson hung his head in disappointment and said dejectedly, "Because I don't have a talent for football... I've decided to listen to my mom and go home to study properly..."

Qiaowanxian shook his head and said, "Anderson, you're wrong, and not only you, but your coach is also wrong!"

"Huh? What are you saying, sir?"

Qiaowanxian said solemnly, "Anderson, do you know that with your physical condition, you are actually best suited to be a forward!"

"Ah? A forward?" Anderson exclaimed in surprise.

Qiaowanxian continued boldly, "That's right, a forward! If you develop well, you can reach the level of Ronaldo!"

At first, Anderson was delighted, but upon hearing this, his face darkened. Reach the level of Ronaldo? How could that be possible! He is a unique figure in football history, known as the "Alien"!

Anderson said dejectedly, "Sir, I know you mean well, but... you don't need to flatter me with such words..."

Qiaowanxian chuckled and said, "You need to believe in me, Anderson, and you also need to believe in yourself! Do you really want to give up on your football dream?"

Anderson shook his head.

Qiaowanxian continued to encourage him, "Good, I'll tell you, when the team training match resumes, you'll play as a forward. Controlling the ball and scoring are your goals, understand?"

Anderson was completely confused.

Qiaowanxian patted his shoulder and nodded, "Give yourself a chance, go all out!"

Anderson took a deep breath, a hint of confidence finally appearing on his face, and he nodded solemnly.

Qiaowanxian smiled and said, "That's the spirit, but don't rush into the game yet. Come over here, I'll give you a massage first."

"A massage?" Anderson was very surprised.

Qiaowanxian said mysteriously, "I'll loosen up your muscles and help you relax, so you can perform well!"

As he spoke, Qiaowanxian moved behind Anderson, reached into his jersey with the hand holding the Shengyuan No. 1, and applied it to his waist.

"All set, you can go and perform now!" Qiaowanxian clapped his hands and said excitedly.

Anderson said curiously, "That's it for the massage? You just touched me..."

"Ha ha!" Qiaowanxian patted Anderson's head and said with a smile, "Go tell your coach that you want to play as a forward!"

The team training match resumed, and Qiaowanxian returned to the middle-aged man's side, only to be surprised to see him wearing a sun hat, which looked quite ridiculous.

"Buzz!"

Just as Qiaowanxian reached the middle-aged man's side, he heard the audience gasp in amazement. The middle-aged man's face also changed, and he muttered in a daze, "That ball... went in?"

Qiaowanxian quickly turned around and saw that the children had already restarted the game. From the middle-aged man's reaction, he knew that Anderson must have scored a goal.

At that moment, the ball was at the opponent's feet. As soon as he turned to pass, someone rushed over like the wind, easily taking the ball. It was Anderson!

Three defenders immediately came to tackle him, but Anderson calmly ran forward. With a simple step-over, he bypassed one defender. Facing two defenders trying to "close the door," he looked to his teammate on the left.

Just as the opponents thought he would pass, Anderson flicked the ball with the outside of his foot and went around the two defenders, performing a beautiful nutmeg!

This was a seven-a-side match. After easily bypassing three defenders, Anderson had a clear path ahead. He then accelerated to the extreme, leaving the pursuing defenders far behind. In the end, they even gave up the chase, standing still and staring at Anderson in disbelief.

Facing the onrushing goalkeeper, Anderson calmly chipped the ball, scoring another goal. From the tackle, to the dribble, to the shot, the entire sequence was smooth and fluid, earning applause from the audience and continuous camera flashes.

The youth coach's face had turned green, and he was wiping sweat profusely. Could Anderson really be a forward? Why didn't I notice before?

A moment later, his facial muscles twitched violently. What... what is this? He performed a Marseille turn with such skill!

The middle-aged man beside Qiaowanxian also had a dark expression, muttering to himself, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! The position was at least twenty-five meters from the goal, and his shot was so powerful and accurate, hitting the top left corner?"

"Ha ha, he scored again, that's the fourth one, right?" Qiaowanxian said proudly. The fourth goal came from a cross by a teammate. Anderson, surrounded by four defenders, jumped up and headed the ball beautifully, leaving the goalkeeper helpless.

The training match had only been going on for less than twenty minutes, and Anderson had already scored a hat-trick. Not only was the middle-aged man stunned, but the players on the field were also in shock, looking at each other in confusion, only to shake their heads.

The middle-aged man seemed lost in thought, his gaze wandering and his expression mysterious.

Seeing the situation, the youth coach quickly went to the sidelines to encourage the players who had lost their fighting spirit and gave them instructions on zonal and man-to-man defense.

Just as the youth coach was about to breathe a sigh of relief, his eyes widened again. Anderson was simply a monster, scoring another goal! He received a pass from a teammate and, from the edge of the penalty area, unleashed a powerful shot that once again beat the goalkeeper.

This happened less than fifty seconds after the defensive tactics were set!

"Hmm... It must be because the tactics were just set, and the players weren't ready yet," the youth coach thought to himself, trying to find an excuse.

Five minutes later, the ball was back in Anderson's possession. Each time Anderson touched the ball, the youth coach felt like his heart was bleeding.

Fortunately, this time Anderson didn't choose to dribble but opted for a long pass, finally allowing the coach to breathe a sigh of relief, a victorious smile appearing on his face. Not bad, it seems my defensive tactics are working.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened to their maximum, almost falling out of his head. This... this is impossible, it's completely impossible!

The youth coach couldn't believe his eyes, feeling as if he were in a dream. This... this wasn't a pass, but an ultra-long-range chip shot!

"Will the ball go in?" The middle-aged man stood beside Qiaowanxian, silent, his eyes following the ball's trajectory. In the end... it landed in the goal!

"GOAL! Anderson, well done!" Qiaowanxian pumped his fist in satisfaction.

After this ultra-long-range chip shot, the middle-aged man finally spoke, his voice heavy, "What did you do to him?"

Qiaowanxian smiled and said proudly, "I told you, I am the best coach in the world. Mourinho and Ferguson are no match for me! I have the ability to turn the ordinary into the extraordinary!"

The middle-aged man pondered and asked, "What is your football philosophy?"

"Football philosophy?" Qiaowanxian laughed and said arrogantly, "Football is an art, and art can only be written in splendor!"

"You advocate attacking football?"

Qiaowanxian shook his head and said confidently, "Not attacking football, but bombardment football!"

If the middle-aged man had heard Qiaowanxian say this for the first time, he would have thought he was a megalomaniac. But after seeing Anderson's dramatic transformation, he had to reassess this young man, as it related to a bet.

Qiaowanxian stretched lazily and said indifferently, "Forget about the bet. Abramovich is very stubborn. I heard he's interested in Mourinho, and you, as the technical director, can't change his mind!"

The middle-aged man's face was very grim. He glared at Qiaowanxian's back and shouted, "What's your name?"

"Qiaowanxian!" Qiaowanxian waved his hand arrogantly and walked away.

"Qiaowanxian?" The middle-aged man muttered to himself, then turned to see Anderson score another beautiful volley on the training field.

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