"I bet he can stay for one thousand pounds." George Wood said outside the circle. Everyone was stunned and turned their heads to look at him together.

"Reason?" Pepe asked.

"Someone has to let him make some money." He pointed to Eastwood and said.

"Damn!" Eastwood frowned. She didn't appreciate it. Although it had been years since George Wood's legs, his view of Wood had not changed much. "Don't worry, if you accidentally win, I won't be able to pay."

If Wood really wins. Eastwood will pay twenty times the £1,000-20,000.

Even professional players are not a number that you can easily take out without feeling distressed.

Although Wood joined, some people were betting on the unpopular ones. But the others were still betting on the issue of "Moke will definitely leave".

The young people who had just joined the team this season hesitated outside the circle for a while and squeezed in.

"Don't you go and play, Cohen?" Bostock, who had placed the bet, squeezed out again and found that Chris Cohen was still sitting there without moving. "Anyway, the coaches don't care, it's okay to have a small bet."

Cohen shook his head: "I don't gamble." He looked at Mok who was still confronting the two coaches.

"That boy Mok... I will definitely be unlucky this time." Bostoke leaned against him and sat down. In fact, everyone knows that Mok looked down on Cohen. Perhaps it was because of the position and the relationship between the position, one left and one right. They would always be compared. Moreover, Cohen is obviously more popular with the boss, which makes Mok, a person with a high opinion of himself, unable to accept it.

"He is a stupid poor man."

Bostock looked at Cohen in surprise. This was the first time Cohen made a negative opinion about Mock. In the past, when Mock was targeting Cohen intentionally or unintentionally in training, he was always silent.

"I thought I was the best among my peers, and I felt that I should have a smooth journey since the youth team came out. I fantasized about being ordered in a critical game, savior the end of the game, and becoming famous in one battle. I used gorgeous technology to please the audience and commentators, and felt that I could become a world-class star if I passed five people in a row, and I would like to win the European Cup and the World Cup on behalf of the England team. Just work hard to not drag him back. Just try my best to create space for performance for him. I should be the symbol of this team. The number one star, the media

They circled around themselves like flies all day long. The beauties changed one night, and were touted by fans as the best genius in the history of the team. The major clubs waved checks and blocked his doorstep begged him to join. The head coach threatened the club chairman to hang himself if he sold him. When he retired, thousands of people saw him off. Before he died, his bronze statue was erected outside the stadium. The stands of the most die-hard fans were named after him. The award for the best player in England every year was his name..."

After saying so much in one breath, Cohen turned his face to look at the surprised Bostock and smiled: "This kind of daydream. I have done it before."

Tang En withdrew his gaze: "Very good, boy. I will give you the last chance now to prove your ability to me and use your actual actions to tell me that the previous judgments are wrong. If you can do it, I will let you stay. If you can't do it, you will go wherever you should."

"I accept it!" Mok nodded vigorously.

Tang En turned and walked away, directing the staff to move a trumpet goal into the penalty area on one side of the court.

"Put it here." He pointed to the penalty area line on the right.

After doing these things, he kept stomping the football under his feet. He hooked his hand and called Mok.

"The penalty area is so big, two-on-two. I don't care how you use to get rid of the defensive players, and then whether it's a shot or a pass to your partner... If it's a shot, you have to shoot in to win. If it's a pass, you have to make sure that your partner will shoot in after receiving your ball to win. Do you have any objection?"

"Are there any goalkeepers?"

"What else does a goalkeeper need to do for such a small goal?"

"Can a partner choose your own?"

"Of course, you can pick the players in the first team that you think are the best shooting skills."

Mock looked at the small goal, then pointed to Eastwood, who was busy calculating the bet in the distance: "Freddy Eastwood, I want Freddy to be my partner."

Donn nodded in agreement: "Very good." Chris Lak next to him turned around and shouted: "Freddy—! Come here!!"

Eastwood ran over with a puzzled look on his face: "What's the matter? Boss?"

"Two on two, you partner with him." Tang En pointed at Mok. "You two are from there..." He pointed to the sideline of the penalty area opposite the goal. "Start the attack and attack until here. He will lead the attack. You have to cooperate with him and open up the gap for him. He doesn't necessarily pass the ball to you, and may also shoot by himself. Just like a formal game."

Eastwood was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "No problem, boss."

"Okay. You guys are teaming up here. It's time for me to find an opponent for you." Don Eun turned around and glanced at the players who gathered together to watch the fun. Then he said to Chris Lack: "Go and call George and Pepe over."

Chris Lack was stunned and did not leave: "You're not kidding, are you, Tony?"

"Of course I'm not kidding."

"But the two of them..."

Tang En looked at Mok who was confident standing in front of him and said, "Since you want to gain a foothold in the first team of Nottingham Forest, you naturally have to challenge the strongest opponents. We are not a team that fights for relegation. If you can't win George and Pepe, you won't even think about winning the strong enemies all over the world. Are you right, Mok?"

Mock nodded: "Yes, boss.   I might as well go to the reserve team competition and choose to be loaned to the Championship."

Tang En snapped his fingers: "I like this personality. Call them over."

Eastwood heard their conversation. His face looked a little ugly.

Chris Lack strode to the players and waved his hand: "George, Pepe. Come out!"

Now everyone knows what the boss is going to do. The crowd was in an uproar.

"Hey, George! You won't deliberately let the money off to win, do you?"

"Pepe! Give that kid some lesson! Tell Freddy to death, don't give him a chance to shoot!"

Chris Lack looked at the group of people and was amused. Did they secretly open the market for this matter?

Pepe and Wood stood up and looked at the captain beside him: "I will do my best, captain."

"Do you think I'm a person who can let go?" Wood asked back.

The two followed Chris Lack toward the few people waiting there.

Tang En re-telled the rules he just said to Pepe and Wood. Finally, he emphasized: "This is not about training or acting. This is a formal competition. It is about whether we can enter the key battle of the Champions League next season! I hope you can show all your strength and attitude. If I see someone not working hard, you know what the consequences are."

He then exited the penalty area and allowed Chris Lark to serve as the referee.

"Come on. Guys. A total of five games, three wins and two losses!"

A group of people gathered around to watch this special game.

Like the official game. Eastwood kicked off in the "middle circle" and passed the football to Mok. He ran forward by himself, helping Mok attract Pepe's attention.

Mock dribbled the ball to meet George Wood.

When the two were three meters away, Mock's upper body suddenly shook. The football appeared from behind his head and flew behind George Wood's uh.

Heel picking out the ball!

"woooooow—" Someone whistled off the court, and the action was indeed gorgeous. But the actual effect...

Wood turned around, opened his arms, and blocked Mok who was trying to go around. Then he calmly kicked the football to Pepe, who was responding from behind.

Chris Lark's whistle sounded: "The first game is over, George and the others win!"

There was a burst of cheers from the sidelines. Of course, they were not cheering because Mok lost, they were happy because they had the hope of winning some money.

Mok gritted his teeth and stared at the captain with a calm face.

Eastwood shrugged and spread his hands next to him.

In the second game, Eastwood still passed the football to Mok, and then Mok worked alone.

This time, he planned to use his sudden start and use a change of direction to shake off George Wood. He was very confident in his speed, even if the captain was still very fast. But turning around is always slower than a straight line breakthrough, right?

He successfully broke through Wood after a fake shot. The defensive side who needed to turn had to suffer a loss. But just as he was excited and planned to continue to break through Pepe in front, he was hit from the back and staggered.

He tried desperately to maintain his balance and keep the ball. But it was futile that he had hit such a fierce body.

He staggered and brought the football out of the world. Pepe even stood there without moving.

"Foof!" he shouted unwillingly.

"Reasonable collision." Chris Lack told him. "The second game ends, George and Pepe win."

"You are too weak, boy!" Pepe laughed at him in front.

Eastwood shook his head gently.

In the third game, the Gypsy still kicked the football to Mok and ran forward. But he didn't expect this guy to pass the ball to him. Obviously Pepe also thought so, he left Eastwood and was behind Wood. Waiting to attack with Wood.

This time Mok seemed to be able to spit out fire in his eyes, and he stared at Wood. The speed of dribbling the ball under his feet did not change at all.

Step left and bypass the football.

Wood was unmoved.

Step right and bypass the football.

Wood was unmoved.

Fake button on right foot.

Wood was unmoved.

Come back with your right foot.

Wood was still unmoved.   Just just retreated with his speed.

He lifted his right foot and continued to spike.   The moment his foot fell, Mock's toes rubbed against the football.     The football did not roll to the left, but passed through Wood's legs in a straight line!

A group of people below screamed: This kid was wearing Wood's crotch!!

Wood was stunned for a moment - he didn't expect that he would be penetrated by the other party's crotch - and saw the other party speeding around him.

Pepe was shocked and was about to go forward to defend. But when Wood turned around suddenly and chased after him. When he could barely touch Mok, he stretched out one hand and slapped the boy's shoulders, then sank his body, pulled his hands back, split his legs, and shoveled towards the football under Mok's feet.

Tackle behind the scenes!

Mok fell down before he could even be happy, and even rolled the ball for several laps before he stopped.

There was a silence outside the field. Everyone was thinking in their hearts: The captain is really capable of making a move...

Mock lay on the ground. He looked back at George Wood, who was still in a tackle position in surprise. He couldn't believe what had just happened.
To be continued...