What kind of football player is handsome?

Chapter 12 Sir Alex Ferguson watches the Manchester derby, his sharp commentary on Yi Di is refuted!

I sweated a lot during that sprint.

Sigh, I need to take a shower after the competition.

Carrington's facilities are relatively old, and the number of shower heads is limited.

After training, the young players would all rush to take a shower.

Liu Yi wasn't slow (mainly because he inherited his ability to grab food in the cafeteria when he was in high school), but he always gave the showerhead to the kids who came later.

Once, goalkeeper Johnstone asked Liu Yi, "Liu, you always shower afterwards, is it because, like me, you don't run around much and therefore don't sweat?"

Liu Yi shook his head.

He didn't really sweat much, but he wouldn't admit to being a lazy dog.

After all, being physically unable to run doesn't equate to being mentally lazy.

That's only one aspect; another reason is...

"John, have you noticed that when the showerhead first starts filling with water, if you turn it slightly to the left, the hot water is scalding hot enough to kill a pig, and if you turn it slightly to the right, it's like being hit with ice cubes?"

"This situation will improve after a while."

Johnstone looked like he suddenly understood.

Indeed, a sharp mind is not only manifested on the basketball court.

This is also reflected in all aspects of life.

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Back on the court.

That last raid was extremely taxing.

After scoring a goal, Liu Yi began his leisurely stroll.

On the sidelines, a commotion arose from the crowd.

A group of teaching assistants escorted a redneck old man onto the stands.

"Sir Ferguson...is he here to watch the U18 match again?"

McClair's gaze sharpened, he put down his crossed legs, stood up from the bench, and gave a mock shout.

"Run! Run faster!"

The boss is here to inspect, get to work!

Liu Yi's attention was focused on the pitch, and he didn't notice Ferguson suddenly appearing in the stands, so he didn't pretend to press Manchester City's defense.

Ferguson witnessed this entire scene.

After watching for two minutes, Sir's glasses flickered, and it was unclear what he was thinking.

Paul Pogba has unlimited potential. Given time, he could rise to the first team, become a regular starter, or even a superstar. Players like him are extremely rare. He has the height of a center forward, but his footwork is exceptionally agile. He has delicate dribbling skills, a wide field of vision, and the potential to become a well-rounded player.

He has been in charge of Manchester United for over twenty years, yet he has never seen a kid play like Paul. It's hard to find a completely similar role model for him. If a comparison must be made, he does bear some resemblance to Vieira under Arsenal's hook-nosed manager, but Pogba's talent in attack is clearly more outstanding.

Another player widely discussed for his potential to be promoted to the first team, Jesse Lingard, is slightly less talented, but the kid works very hard. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, he could become a regular rotation player at Manchester United, or even a starter at a mid-to-lower table team.

As for Liu Yi...

"The game has only been going on for three minutes, right?"

Ferguson turned to Tony Whelan, the youth academy director beside him, and asked.

Before becoming the head of youth development, Tony Whelan briefly worked as a scout.

He was also one of the first mentors to notice Liu Yi and continue to pay attention to his growth.

In other words, Tony Whelan is responsible for Liu Yi's development.

"Yes, Alex."

Ferguson took a deep breath, his face flushed a deep red, and asked, almost word by word, "Then why was he just strolling around the field three minutes into the game?!"

Ferguson is the icon of Manchester United and the king of Carrington.

Even the emperor could not possibly be fully aware of the situation in the two capitals and thirteen provinces.

Aside from a few prodigies who received special attention, Sir Alex Ferguson could only offer a general silhouette of each player.

In Sir Alex Ferguson's eyes, Liu Yi was a lazy, nepotistic guy with a questionable attitude towards training and matches.

Oh right, one more thing: a troublemaker with an extremely bad temper.

He almost got into a fight with Morrison in front of everyone, damaging Manchester United's positive image that they had worked hard to build over the years.

If Morrison is compared to Cristiano Ronaldo, then Liu Yi is at best Dong Fangzhuo.

"Forget about this, I think we're already leading by a goal after just three minutes. Who scored that goal?"

Looking at the scoreboard, Ferguson was overjoyed again—his former "noisy neighbor" had now become a sugar daddy, spending nine figures on a shopping spree this summer, turning Alexander Ferguson into "under immense pressure" Ferguson.

It would be good to dampen their arrogance through youth training.

"Oh, it's Liu Yi! He just sprinted dozens of meters, received the pass, dribbled past his opponent, and scored a really beautiful shot!" A staff member who had been watching the game chimed in, excitedly twisting his body to imitate Liu Yi's dribbling move.

Ferguson: "..."

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Liu Yi felt that he had almost recovered.

After a dead ball situation, he gave a thumbs-up to Pogba and Lingard in midfield.

"Big brother has almost recovered!"

"Find an opportunity to supply ammunition to our elder brother!"

Pogba and Lingard exchanged glances and both nodded slightly.

With those two on the field, Manchester United U18 completely dominated Manchester City U18 in midfield.

Pogba sped down the wing, his long legs darting left and right like chopsticks.

They suddenly broke into Manchester City U18's defensive third.

Lingard surges forward to the sideline.

He turned sideways and kicked the ball towards the center.

George King.

He stared intently at Liu Yi.

There was no longer a trace of contempt in his expression.

"Forward! Forward!"

Red Jacket No. 39's finishing ability is too frightening.

Manchester City's goalkeeper was also on high alert, directing George King to closely mark Liu Yi's sudden run.

In terms of jumping ability, he's no match for me.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, George King lunged forward and leaped high into the air.

They wanted to clear the ball out of the danger zone as quickly as possible.

Unexpectedly, Liu Yi suddenly stopped his forward momentum and started running backward.

Why is he going in circles?

Just as the other young players were completely bewildered, the ball came hurtling towards them.

It brushed against George King's hair and drifted backward.

It's a landslide!!

No, it was Liu Yi who misled George King's judgment, causing him to mistakenly rush towards the front post, believing that Liu Yi would finish the game from that position!

McClair was the first to react, his eyes filled with horror.

Back!

Liu Yi, who was unmarked, steadily controlled the ball with the outside of his foot.

The Manchester City goalkeeper at the near post was unable to move to the side.

Liu Yi pushed with the instep of his foot and kicked the ball into the empty net that even O'Neal's grandmother could score.

2: 0!

call!

Cheers erupted from the stands.

But it wasn't the area where Sir Alex Ferguson stood.

Instead, it was another group of die-hard fans watching the game.

"Beautiful! Beautiful! Keep the pressure on!"

"The sky in Manchester is red!"

"This kid's really smart! His awareness is definitely at a first-team level, like a seasoned veteran who's been playing for over a decade!"

Tony Whelan glanced at Ferguson with a sly look.

Ferguson coughed lightly, as if organizing his thoughts.

"It seems this kid has a good learning ability; he's watched a lot of Manchester United game footage. You know, I had already implemented this tactic when I was in the first team."

The two assistant coaches behind Ferguson exchanged glances, both seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.

This tactic?

Was it arranged by the lord in his dream?!