"That's it, you can do a celebration in training afterwards."
"Ah, isn't that embarrassing."
"What's embarrassing, we've all practiced the celebrations after the goal. The captain hasn't scored, but he's practiced. "
"Well, it looks like I'm really going to think of a celebration that suits me in the future."
Link and his teammates chatted as they walked back to their own half.
The relaxed and happy atmosphere between the conversations made the members of Heerenveen U18 very unhappy.
Among them, Matillo's eyes when he looked at Lin Kedi began to have a hint of hatred.
For a person like him, who has been called a genius since he was a child, but after he arrived at the youth team of a professional team, he found that there were more geniuses than himself, and a person like Lin Kedi who was so talented and such a genius was a big blow to him.
After the restart.
Martillo's movements began to grow.
Enzo saw it at once.
Immediately found the fourth official to complain.
And the fourth official only replied to Enzo with some official clichés.
And so—
That's where the smell of gunpowder comes in.
After all, there is one player on one side who is no longer focused on playing.
The second half was played in the 54th minute.
When Link receives a pass and wants to push forward.
Suddenly, Martillo, who was killed in the oblique stab, was put down with the ball.
The referee immediately ran over, pulled out a yellow card and gave Ajax a free-kick in front.
Although the referee has already awarded the penalty.
But the foul directly caused a clash between the two teams.
After all, both teams are teenagers around 17 or 8 years old, and each of them is an age that is very impulsive.
Link stood up directly, wanting to rush up and resist Matillo.
But he was immediately stopped by his teammates.
"Let the captain go at this time."
The voice of Minsk came from Link's ears.
Fernando had already rushed forward by this time, and his face was directly against Matillo's.
"If you can't kick it, you will be fouled? No wonder you're running out of balls! At this level, no team will want you! "
After all, Fernando has been the captain of the U18 for a year and a half, and he has dealt with a lot of such scenes, so he naturally knows that what he says and does will really provoke his opponent.
Sure enough, as soon as Mattillo heard Fernando say this, his eyes immediately burst out, and he reached out and pushed Fernando.
"Na! Umpire! He pushed, hands! "
Drinu immediately shouted from the side.
The referee was on the side, and he naturally saw the scene in front of him, so he didn't hesitate to take out the second yellow card.
Two yellows turned into one red, and Matillo was sent off.
Naturally, Martillo's side was unhappy.
But he was persuaded by his teammates to pull off the field.
When the game resumes and it's time to take a free kick.
The team's set-piece on the left did not come on and Fernando gave the ball straight to Link.
"Lin, you scored twice in the first game, and you also fought for this goal, so you should play it."
Lin Kedi did not refuse.
Place the ball on the penalty spot.
Take a deep breath and take a step back.
At this time, Link Kedi's mind was the picture of Ronaldo and Messi taking free kicks.
After the whistle blows.
Kick it out.
"Uhhh
Upper left dead end!
"Did he practice when he was practicing?"
Enzo immediately looked at Beria.
Beria looked at Enzo with a strange expression.
"Of course, his training program includes physical training and shooting training, isn't that what you arranged at the beginning? Our shooting training at Ajax is naturally practiced with the left foot, the right foot, headers, free kicks and penalties! "
"I still remember that when he first came, his free kick level was quite bad, but I didn't expect it, just two weeks!"
"Don't you keep saying he's a genius?"
Enzo listened to Beria's words and looked at Link, who was celebrating with a fist swing in the corner flag area on the field, and had an idea in his heart.
(End of chapter)