"Chan... are you okay? Do you need a rest?"

The fourth official of the game is Louis Madane, the head coach of the Metz U15 echelon.

He looked at Chen Hao lying on the ground, but he didn't have much care.

After these days, these Chinese players will leave Metz. Judging from the training results of the previous few months, there may be only two of these ten people who can stay, but this little guy does not include this little guy.

Chen Hao wiped the sweat from his cheeks and stood up with the help of his teammates:

"I don't need to rest, sir, I can continue the competition!"

Ma Dan waved his hand without comment and let him reappear.

The collision just now seemed to hurt, but since this Chinese kid wants to play, let him play well.

Anyway... there will be no chance to compete like this again.

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The French League One - referred to as Ligue 1 for short, is barely considered the fifth largest league in Europe, but its intensity and popularity are undoubtedly much weaker than La Liga, Premier League, Bundesliga, Serie A, and Ligue 1, and basically become a springboard for young monsters and a nursing home for balloon stars.

Now Metz has not even entered the Ligue 1 League. They are just a mid- and downstream team in the Ligue 2 League. They played in May of the 2011-12 season and have even fallen into the relegation zone. Objectively speaking, there is probably no player in this team who can have a net worth of more than 500,000 euros...

But this does not affect the popularity of the Metz Youth Training Academy in Europe, especially for young players in Africa, Asia and South America. This is definitely a good place.

In this place, first-class players such as Pire, Adebayor, Pianic, and Coolibali were trained. Bayern's "Scar Man" Ribery also stayed here for a short time. In this season, their youth training echelon welcomed a black fast horse from Africa - Sadio Mane...

Metz's youth training camp is well-known, and the club has always had a tradition of opening classes, so there are quite a lot of players in the echelons of all levels. For example, in the U15 echelon where Chen Hao is located, there are nearly 50 players.

Since this is the international training center used by Metz to make money, the players basically come from various countries. In addition to some small European countries, there are also a large number of players from Africa and South America - these areas are considered traditional colonial areas in French history. In addition to a few Chinese players, there are actually several Asian faces from India and Indonesia in this U15...

As a competitive sports, football has a strong sense of competition. Coupled with national politics, these Indian and Indonesian young players dislike each other on the training ground, which is also expected.

And the one who just knocked Chen Hao to the ground was the tall and powerful Indian midfielder, Bikiananda Singh.

Looking at Chen Hao, who was covered in grass clippings and soil, Singer's face was full of smiles, without any intention of concealing it.

For some reason, when he fucked the Chinese boy, Singer seemed to have twitched and had a cold war, and felt a strong surging pleasure all over his body!

What's so great about Chinese people?

We Indians... can play football too!

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"Are you okay, Chen Hao?"

Zhang Yuning, also 15-year-old teammate, patted Chen Hao's back, let go of his right hand, and asked with concern.

Chen Hao shook his head slightly, then breathed:

"You go play the striker and I will retreat to the organization."

Zhang Yuning glanced at Singer:

"That Indian guy is too strong, you don't need to fight with him..."

Chen Hao grinned:

"Brother, don't worry about me!"

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Since it was just a U15 game, each half was only 30 minutes.

The second half has passed two-thirds, and the score is 2-2.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old children don’t know how to allocate their physical fitness reasonably. By the end of the game, most of them were exhausted and out of breath, their legs were weak, and they no longer had the courage and vitality they had just begun.

What's more... this team confrontation is equivalent to the final exam for a semester. Under the gaze of more than ten "judging teachers", everyone is spared no effort to show themselves, wanting to get a suitable score. If they can get the official contract of Metz Club, it will be the best result.

"Chinese, do you still want to taste the earth?"

Indian midfielder Singh once again stood in front of Chen Hao, showing a hideous smile.

At the age of 15, his height is more than 1.85 meters, and he is almost half a head taller than Chen Gao, who is 1.76 meters tall. The physiques of the two are obviously not at the same level.

Chinese goalkeeper Xing Yu quickly made the ball, and defender Huang Wei wanted to pass the ball directly in the middle, but was blocked from the sideline by the opponent's forward pressing forward. This attack was interrupted so easily.

The outbound ball was thrown by Xiang Xubai, the oldest in the team. The core of the midfield organization Zhang Xiuwei dribbled a defensive player, and then instigated a top pass in a casual manner!

Although Chen Hao, who was retreating to receive the ball, he successfully pulled Singer and another defensive player out of the defense line, creating opportunities for the strikers on his side.

The ball drew a beautiful parabola in the air and flew behind Singer's head. Zhang Yuning jumped up slightly, raised his chest and easily removed the ball. Then, with his left foot as support, he turned around and shot with a "hula"!

Coach Louis Madan off the court nodded slightly:

"This little guy, and the one who passed the ball just now... are the most talented among these Chinese players. You can recommend it to the club."

But his colleague shook his head:

"You probably don't understand the situation. Louis, like Africans, Chinese players have always liked to tamper with age. Who knows if they are 15 or 18?"

Ma Dan opened his eyes wide in surprise and wanted to ask him for details, but heard a muffled sound from the court:

"Bang!"

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Damn it!

Just a little bit away!

Zhang Yuning, who fell to the ground, punched the turf with anger!

His shot just now has gathered all his strength, and the time he chose was even more unexpected, just right, but... his luck is too bad!

Then a powerful and powerful turn and shot, but it hit the goalkeeper unbiasedly!

The unresponsive goalkeeper even had no movement and just blocked the ball with luck!

The terrified goalkeeper sat down on the ground, but the football popped up high from the penalty area.

Before Zhang Yuning could get up from the turf, she had only time to turn her head and look back.

The closest to the football landing is Indian midfielder Singh!

He opened his arms and used his strong body to block Chen Hao from the periphery.

Of course, Chen Hao could knock the other party down directly, but he would undoubtedly be sentenced to a foul and would not help his score.

He could only watch the downward trajectory of the football while fighting with Singer.

With a slight "dong", the football was removed by Singer's chest. He quickly moved the center of gravity down, bent his knees slightly, and at the same time he pushed his butt backwards with force - this was to push the defensive players behind him and gain room to turn around.

He knew that he was so powerful that the Chinese boy was thin and could not block such a powerful butt!

His heart was filled with pride:

"Coach, you see it. My big ass alone can be worth 500,000 euros!"

Before Singer's heart could be conveyed to Ma Dan on the sidelines, a sudden chill between his legs!

His eyes sank involuntarily, and he saw a calf coming out of his crotch!

That foot...kicked the falling ball before myself!

Chen Hao shot directly in an almost impossible position!

"Bang!"

Zhang Yuning opened her mouth wide.

Singer was dumbfounded!

Ma Dan is as stupid as a wooden chicken!

The goalkeeper had no time to raise his hands, and then let the black and white ball pass a huge arc from the air, roaring into the ball net!

That position, that angle!

How could this ball be scored?!

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Chapter completed!