What kind of football player is handsome?

Chapter 22 The Champions League is Coming! Making it into the squad, the next goal is his first Cham

Life in the first team can be summed up in one word: "tight".

The continuous high-intensity schedule of two matches a week and multiple competitions requires both ensuring training efficiency and avoiding injuries.

However, Liu Yi doesn't have this problem; the work permit creates a seemingly bottomless chasm between him and the Premier League.

Therefore, Liu Yi was not included in the match squad for the game against Tottenham at White Hart Lane, but instead trained with the reserve team.

Liu Yi did not object to this matter.

Because his second and third younger brothers were in the reserve team, he was extremely happy during training.

In the reserve team, his main competitor is Bebe, a 1.9-meter-tall center forward from Cape Verde.

As for why Lee Yong-ho included him in his song, that remains unknown.

Currently, this guy is much better than Will Keane and John Coffey from the youth team.

He could easily be a starter in the Championship.

However, Liu Yi is also making continuous progress.

As a fitness coach, Michael Craig was not optimistic about the young Chinese player's development at Manchester United.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yi took the initiative to come to Craig, hoping that Craig could help him train and improve his strength.

"Remember, football is not bodybuilding. It relies on core strength, not muscle mass, to improve your level of physical strength. The key is control."

Michael Craig lightly leaped onto the Bosu ball's surface, then bent his knees and squatted down, assuming a very stable horse stance.

"Come on, you three brothers, give it a try."

Pogba was the first to try.

The French genius's balance is astonishing. Not only can he stand as steady as a mountain, but he can also calmly lift a barbell while maintaining a squatting posture.

"That's too easy, I can do that too."

Pogba walked on the ground with ease.

Lingard thought it was easy.

It's just a matter of jumping up, getting a firm footing, and then crouching down three times.

After saying that, he leaped up and jumped onto the flat surface.

No...that's not right!

The moment their feet touched the flat surface.

Lin Huang's expression changed.

The body is rapidly losing control of its center of gravity.

When squatting, my legs start to tremble uncontrollably, like the flapping of butterfly wings.

"Stop, your core strength is too weak. Let's start with simple movements."

Lingard was on the verge of tears.

Why do you have to start playing games on easy difficulty? Training can only start on easy difficulty too!

Their earlier arrogance has vanished without a trace.

"Don't be discouraged, come on, Liu, it's your turn."

Craig is looking forward to Liu Yi's performance.

The latter nodded.

He jumped onto the plane, then jumped back down.

Michael Craig asked, puzzled, "Liu, are you practicing your jumping ability?"

Liu Yi shook his head: "It's not the coach, because I can't stand up there at all, I can't stay there for even a second."

Craig was speechless: "Lingard's core strength is weak."

"You are different."

"You have absolutely no core strength!"

Meanwhile, Craig's doubts deepened.

Without core strength, they could withstand two brutal shots from Elo Kobe.

How did you do that?

A football match isn't a game of chess...

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The three-day training period passed quickly.

Liu Yi has made rapid progress and is now able to stand steadily on the Bosu ball.

It's like evolving from "the stairwell level below the neck" to "the neighborhood level below the neck".

[Confrontation 63-64↑]

[Shot power 64-65↑]

After the template was upgraded, it was indeed much faster to practice anything.

After all, his current talent is almost on par with that of Berbatov in the first team.

The first day of November.

Carrington Training Base.

Mike Perrin is announcing the squad for the fourth round of the Champions League.

All the main forces have been selected.

There are only a few spots left on the bench.

"Wes Brown... Bebe... O'Shea..."

"as well as……"

Morrison silently counted the number of people, and his throat tightened with each name Perrin called out.

My heart was in my throat at that moment.

There is only one spot left.

However, the whereabouts of Liu Yi and himself remain undecided.

Sir Alex will definitely choose me. That bastard's goal was just a fluke. The team needs my attacking prowess, they need me...

"Liu!"

Morrison's vision went black.

The League Cup is another story.

This is the Champions League match that everyone dreams of!

Putting everything else aside, Liu Yi's inclusion in the roster, whether he gets a share or nothing, at least proves he has the qualifications to be on the table.

But he could only go to the children's table.

What's even more disheartening is the thought of Lingard and Pogba, those two idiots, waving at him—"Hey, Lavelle, come over here and let's watch the Champions League together!"

Just imagining the scene made Morrison feel extremely anxious.

Falling behind at one step leads to falling behind at every step.

Morrison was unwilling to admit it, but right now he was inhaling Liu Yi's exhaust fumes.

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Two o'clock in the afternoon.

The club's chartered plane took off on time, heading towards the place where the sun rises.

Their opponent in this match is Bursaspor, a rising star in the Turkish Super League.

The flight time is very long.

The star players showed little interest; some slept, while others played handheld game consoles.

Liu Yi, meanwhile, was engrossed in the pre-downloaded game "New Three Kingdoms" on his first-generation iPad.

He Rundong is really enjoying himself, getting to play all sorts of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) tough guy roles with explosive combat power.

Xiang Yu, Lü Bu, Bu Jingyun, Kamen Rider...

Anderson, standing beside him, gently nudged him and nodded forward with his chin.

The lord stepped out from the front row at some point, his eyes sweeping across the room like those of a hawk.

The long journey clearly indicates that they are checking whether the players have had a proper rest.

Anderson is a good friend that Liu Yi made after he was promoted to the first team.

This guy is a monster whose talent overflows the screen, but he has been unable to realize it for a long time.

The most popular parts were the funny clips from the interviews.

Host: Who do you think is the greatest football player in the world to date?

Ferdinand: I think it's Maradona.

Cristiano Ronaldo: Me.

Anderson: My name is Maradona.

Four hours later.

The plane landed safely.

Manchester United players moved to the team bus and, after a brief training session, checked into a local hotel.

Silent all night.

the next day.

The Atatürk stadium was packed with people.

The stadium, which can accommodate 26000 spectators at the same time, was packed to capacity.

Smoke billowed from the stands, and the flames illuminated half the sky.

Liu Yi frowned deeply.

The Turkish Super League is known for its many formidable home stadiums.

The goal was like it was covered in smoke; how could it not be devilish?

Why doesn't anyone care?

The main players, however, seemed used to it.

Amidst a chorus of curses, the stirring Champions League march began to play.

"Kick Barcelona!"

"Kick Barcelona!"

"Kick Bayern Munich!"

"My factory has collapsed."

Local time 20:45!

The referee blew the whistle to start the match on time.

Manchester United took the initiative from the start, quickly seizing control of the game.

The situation changed dramatically in twenty-nine minutes.

Starting winger Nani was forced to leave the game due to injury, and Park Ji-sung came on as a substitute.

One substitution spot is missing!

Chinese fans wailed in despair.

The chances of Liu Yi playing have become even slimmer.

In the first half, Bursaspor held Manchester United to a 0-0 score thanks to their tenacious defense.

The game resumes after switching sides.

After one of the collisions, Fletcher kept rubbing his thigh.

House seemingly endless rain.

Another one injured?

Bebe came on, replacing Fletcher.

Time passed by, second by second.

Bursaspor continued to deploy heavy defenses in the middle, calmly parking their home team bus.

For Manchester United, who are aiming for the top spot, a draw against Bursaspor, the weakest team in the group, would undoubtedly be a defeat.

A pang of regret flashed through Ferguson's mind.

They were too arrogant and left both "Chicharito" and Rooney, who had a minor injury, in Manchester.

Instead, he brought a bunch of reserve players.

After losing two players due to non-combat reasons and bringing on two strikers, Ferguson only had one trump card left.

Actually, it's not a trump card either.

Instead, it's a "3 of Spades" that can't be played.

Should we bring out the "3 of Spades"?

Sir Alex Ferguson recalled the scene of Liu Yi's last substitute goal.

Let him give it a try; what if he creates another miracle?

"Liu, I think you can barely open your eyes. Wake up and get up to warm up!"