69novels Chapter 6 Carrington will not allow such an awesome person to exist!
Chapter 6 Carrington will not allow such an awesome person to exist!
Liu Yi felt as if ten thousand demons were galloping past him.
This is hardly a Black Iron grade badge.
This is the badge of a Chinese legend!
The three black figures put Liu Yi in a dilemma.
Boss Qin's "eight languages" seem to be mostly supplementary, so we won't consider them for now.
A nod for yes, a shake for no, a "go" for f***, a "get lost" for off—barely enough.
Mao Narbiao's "successfully entering the net" seems a bit of a trap.
I hope they won't pull off some crazy move where they kick themselves into the goal when there's an open goal in sight.
He certainly doesn't want to be on the annual list of "ground football's" funniest moments.
Finally, Liu Yi fixed his gaze on Wu Lei's black figure.
Wu Lei, who is adept at inserting himself behind the enemy, is undoubtedly the strongest of the three, and his potential is also the highest.
It's that finishing ability after creating an open space.
Do you think the idiom "磊失单刀" (lěi shī dān dāo) came about?
"No, since I'm based on Berbatov, with an offensive awareness of 90, my hidden attributes like calmness and judgment must also be exceptionally high. Plus, my shooting skills are already among the best of my peers, which might offset the negative effects of this badge..."
After a brief moment of deliberation, Liu Yi decisively reached out his hand towards Wu Lei's phantom image.
boom!
The phantom dissipated, turning into gray mist that flowed into Liu Yi's limbs and bones.
Open the panel.
Next to the two empty equipment slots, a black background image of Wu Lei's headshot flashed.
Try dragging it.
[Ding! You have equipped the "Agile Single Blade" Black Iron Badge!]
[Attribute Bonus: Speed +2]
Speed: 70-72↑
[Slightly increase the effectiveness of daily speed training]
[Please note that you may experience physical agitation when using a single-edged sword. Don't be alarmed; this is a normal physiological reaction that occurs when you strike behind an enemy!]
Hmm, not bad.
The bonus was applied to speed, the most difficult aspect of physical fitness to improve, and it also seems to have a training boost effect, so it's a good deal.
As for the negative impact, it will only become apparent during training or competition.
Looking at the panel, Liu Yi noticed that his overall rating had also risen from 65 to 66, as both his physical strength and shooting power had increased slightly recently.
Liu Yi had no idea what level this represented in Manchester United's U18 team.
The only thing that's clear is that he will no longer be the towel waver who sits on the sidelines forever.
At the very least, Liu Yi crushed Will Keane, successfully moving from fourth striker to third striker.
Even before Lavel Morrison returns, he will start alongside John Coffey in the 4-4-2 formation, an ancient formation older than his grandfather.
Thinking about this, Liu Yi's interest in Lavel Morrison grew even stronger.
John Coffey, the "Millionaire of Burnley," was a prodigy whose talent even John Coffey could not rival.
The only two people Lingard mentioned who had higher talent than him.
This interest reached its peak with Morrison's own announcement of his return.
"Ravel is returning to the team today. You don't know him yet. He's not an easy person to get along with."
On the first day of August, Lingard handed Liu Yi the latest issue of the Manchester Evening News.
Liu Yi unfolded the newspaper.
The sports section even devoted a considerable amount of space to introducing Lavelle's return.
"Was he injured before? His return to the team has caused such a big stir?"
"No." Lingard shook his head with a complicated expression, his demeanor completely different from his usual jovial self.
"He cited personal matters as the reason for his absence."
This truly shocked Liu Yi's worldview.
What personal matter could take so long to handle?
It's utterly unbelievable that Morrison would have such privileges at the strictly disciplined Carrington base.
"Is this person that capable?"
Liu Yi frantically searched through the sea of memories.
It seems there's no future superstar named Morrison.
Lingard lowered his voice: "The big boss said his role model is Paul Scholes, and his talent is even comparable to Cristiano Ronaldo back in the day!"
Not a buddy.
Is his talent no less than Cristiano Ronaldo's?
Among the future Ronaldo fans, only one person's immediate combat ability can barely catch up with Ronaldo's peak performance—but that's a French kid with a slightly goofy appearance. The only thing that can rival Ronaldo is speed, not anything else. As for the rest, they are just an army of shoe-shining men for the French gambling god Pierre Clement, and they don't even have the right to participate in the discussion.
Therefore, Liu Yi immediately judged that this guy was likely to become a typical example of a prodigy who failed to live up to his potential, just like Anderson who liked to flaunt McDonald's.
"So what? Back then, Ronaldo was learning dribbling from you. You're a senior player compared to both of them."
(A young Cristiano Ronaldo practicing dribbling in front of Lingard)
Liu Yi chuckled lightly, and Lin Jiade pouted angrily, shaking his head like a rattle drum.
"You saw that video too? Sigh, I don't know why the production team insisted on filming me back then. Was I just too cute?"
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the next morning.
Carrington Training Base.
Liu Yi changed into his gear and stepped onto the court.
The young players gathered together, seemingly waiting for something.
As Brian McClair entered the stage, the noisy chatter gradually subsided.
All eyes fell on the person behind him.
The man had wheat-colored skin similar to Lingard's, a short buzz cut, a broken left eyebrow in three sections, and an arrogant and unruly demeanor, showing no regard for the others.
"Let's welcome Ravel back to the team."
Brian McClair practically gritted his teeth as he said the word "welcome."
Most people had a lukewarm response.
Only the Manchester natives, led by the Keane brothers, applauded wildly.
Lavel Morrison arrogantly surveyed his surroundings.
I love how these people can't stand me, but can't do anything about it.
As Manchester United's top star, Morrison, dubbed "the next Cristiano Ronaldo," has Sir Alex Ferguson's favor as a get-out-of-jail-free card, allowing him to act recklessly and disappear for days or even weeks without any scruples.
He certainly has that kind of ability.
"Oh, looks like the team has added a new face while I was away. Hey, you Asian guy, what's your name and what position do you play?"
Liu Yi didn't want to pay attention to this arrogant brat, but Lin Jiade came to his rescue.
"He is Liu Yi, a Chinese man, our new teammate, a striker."
Morrison arrogantly put his hands on his hips and shouted.
"Oh? So you're my substitute then."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at John Coffey next to him.
"No, you're my substitute, John. He's the substitute's substitute!"
John Coffey gave an awkward smile and didn't dare to respond.
Hey, you came to Carrington with the aura of a millionaire, don't you even have the courage to battle him?
Liu Yi observed Lingard's concession and John Coffey's forbearance.
This lawless young man looks like a villain who is neither cute nor charming, making him a perfect obstacle on the road to leveling up.
Who cares if you're Ronaldo or Scholes' successor?
When you see a dog, all of you better behave yourselves!
"You keep talking about substitutes. So, are you the coach? My football philosophy has always been 'let the ball do the talking.' On the pitch, strength reigns supreme, and only the stronger player deserves to start."
The strong will wield their swords against the even stronger.
At this moment, Liu Yi abandoned his aloof and unassuming demeanor as the "Strolling Emperor" and revealed his fangs to the strongest.
Lavel Morrison narrowed his eyes, a nameless fire burning fiercely in his chest.
Their eyes met, and their thoughts were surprisingly the same.
Carrington, we can't allow someone this awesome to exist!