Chapter 12 A Dozen Goals

In the second half, perhaps because they had already scored too many goals, La Masia Youth B team eased up a bit. But even so, they still scored four goals, so the final score was fixed at 12:0.

Asulin, who scored the opening goal for the team, completed a quadruple in the match. The team's midfield core, Thiago Alcântara, scored twice and also assisted four goals, shining throughout the game. Even center-back Bartra scored twice…

The Chinese teenagers didn't score a single goal and conceded twelve!

This score was truly shocking, making every Chinese staff member present feel a little embarrassed.

Although they knew the gap between the two sides before the game, they didn't expect to lose so miserably. This was not just a gap in the score; from the field, the Chinese football teenagers also lost miserably. It was a comprehensive defeat.

It had nothing to do with jet lag, the grass, the weather, the shoes, or their condition.

And this was even when the other side had obviously reduced their efforts in the second half. If they had played all out, the score would probably have doubled.

The game was over. Basically, all the staff of the production crew were watching the game by the sidelines. Originally, there were some La Masia coaches who wanted to see how strong this team, which was said to be composed of the strongest players in China's seventeen-year-old age group, was. But after watching the first half, they had basically all left—the level was indeed not worth continuing to watch, a waste of time.

And they were all very busy.

Their departure made the Chinese people present feel even more embarrassed.

They said they were coming to challenge, but they were completely crushed by the other side, in a fancy way… Who could accept this contrast?

Even Xu Tao, the general director of this reality show, was very distressed—if this game footage were broadcast, who knows how much the ratings would drop…

In the Chinese national team's matches, when they lost, fans all over the country scolded those national team players and the Football Association like dogs.

If their batch of players, touted as "the strongest in China's seventeen-year-old age group," lost like this, wouldn't that give some people even more reason to attack the program?

But the game was the most important part of this program. Although a lot of game segments were arranged before the game, Xu Tao knew that the audience was waiting for the game.

When the creative concept of going to Europe to challenge the youth training camps of powerful clubs came out, it attracted a lot of attention. Some media even gave it a nickname, called "The Hall-Smashing Journey."

This shows how interested everyone is in the hall-smashing itself.

If you only put five minutes of the game in the last hour of the program, you would probably be scolded to death.

But now, if the game is broadcast as the highlight, it will probably be scolded as well.

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It wasn't just the staff who were depressed, but also the young players.

Teenagers often have a strong desire to win, and no one wants to lose to others, especially by such a score.

So after the game, the expressions on everyone's faces were not very good.

He Ying was usually very cold, but now he was like an ice mountain of billions of years, emitting a strong chill that was enough to freeze any creature that dared to approach him within five meters into an ice sculpture, and then shatter it with a single tap.

In this game, as the number one star on the Chinese side, the biggest reliance for scoring goals, he was contained by Bartra and Montoya, and didn't have any chances at all. In the entire game, he only had two shots on target, and the most threatening shot was not on target—it was the one that slipped past the goal at the beginning of the game…

For He Ying, who was eager to fully demonstrate his abilities in front of the La Masia coaches, in the hope of winning La Masia's favor, it was a huge blow.

Guo Nu, who was unable to play, was full of anger, which turned into fierce eyes. He stared at those La Masia Youth B team players who were talking and laughing, as if he wanted to swallow them alive…

Yang Muge looked tired and didn't say a word. In the game, as a defensive midfielder, he directly faced the opponent's organizing midfielder, Thiago Alcântara, and he was almost completely defeated. Although he was very tenacious, the gap in strength between the two sides could not be easily compensated by personal tenacity. In the game, Yang Muge was not even facing Thiago alone most of the time, but the entire Barcelona attacking lineup.

As a defensive midfielder, Yang Muge's physical condition was not very good. He was not strong enough, and his height was average, but he was able to occupy the main defensive midfielder position in this team because his judgment and positioning were excellent. He could appear on the correct route at the correct time, becoming a sharp knife inserted in the opponent's offensive route, forcing the opponent to detour.

But his ability was useless when facing La Masia's powerful team offensive. Thiago had at least three passing points, and he could only block one at most. What about the other two?

He could only watch helplessly as others passed the ball in front of him, and then, after passing it around, suddenly accelerated and passed it straight through, sending the ball to the front of the goal…

Sun Pan was also a little silent when he came off the field, which was very rare for him, who was usually talkative. As a goalkeeper, picking the ball out of his own goal twelve times in a game was something no one could stand. The failure of this game was also a big blow to Sun Pan.

In his interactions with Zhou Yi and Yang Muge, he always boasted that although he had only received professional goalkeeper training for a short period of time and his basic skills were not solid, his physical fitness was good, his reaction was excellent, and he was a "genius-type goalkeeper."

So today, his genius-type goalkeeper was given a severe blow by the real geniuses of La Masia, and he was covered in bumps.

Zhou Yi, who also didn't play in the game, saw that his teammates were all like they had lost their souls, and he also wanted to comfort them.

Unlike them, Zhou Yi had experienced countless failures in the virtual world. Even if it was fictional, not real, as a person who loves football and loves victory, even losing a football game would make him unhappy.

So at first, Zhou Yi's performance was similar to that of his teammates now, but when you experience more failures, you must learn to face these failures, face the frustration, anger, and unwillingness after the failure. If you can't handle your emotions properly, it will affect the next training—Zhou Yi was distracted during training because of continuous losses, resulting in almost zero training effect. He practiced all night, and not a single number increased. The virtual head coach Hao Dong also criticized him very seriously.

This made Zhou Yi realize that if you want to win, you must first learn to face failure.

Because failure, like victory, is part of football, just like the black and white colors of football. It is impossible to say that you only want to enjoy victory when you play football, but you are not willing to bear failure. No one can always win. Learning to face failure is also a necessary path to victory.

Because Zhou Yi had rich experience in this area, he felt that he should help his friends more in this regard.

So he patted Sun Pan's drooping shoulder: "Don't take it to heart, failure is the mother of success (shi bai nai cheng gong ta lao mu), losing now is for winning in the future..."

Although he said it in a low voice, the locker room was as silent as a morgue after losing the game, so his sentence was still very prominent…

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Liang Qiqi was in a bad mood. As the team's main attacking midfielder, his performance in the game was very bad, especially when he was compared to that Thiago Alcântara, he was like a clown.

He not only couldn't send wonderful passes to his teammates to help them score goals, but he couldn't even do the most basic passing and passing in the midfield. Under the pressure of the La Masia Youth B team players, he made frequent mistakes. As a result, the Chinese team performed like a plate of loose sand in the game, all fighting on their own. He Ying simply didn't believe anyone, and he would do it himself whenever he had the chance. Originally, Hao Dong's first task for Liang Qiqi was to create scoring opportunities for He Ying and serve him, but in this way, he was completely reduced to a decoration.

Head coach Hao Dong obviously couldn't stand his performance in the midfield anymore, so Liang Qiqi became the first player in the team to be replaced—he was replaced by Hao Dong during the halftime break.

After he came off the field, the team only conceded four goals, as if the team's performance was worse when he was on the field.

Liang Qiqi, who was full of anger, suddenly heard Zhou Yi's words at this time.

"Failure is the mother of success (shi bai nai cheng gong ta lao mu)," which sounded like a joke, wanting to make Sun Pan feel less heavy, was like a shell, accurately hitting Liang Qiqi's inner gunpowder depot.

At this moment, Liang Qiqi exploded.

"Some people don't contribute anything to the team, but they are very energetic when they laugh at everyone!" he hummed. "Look at this sarcastic remark, citing classics, really skillful, tsk tsk!"

Although he didn't mention Zhou Yi's name, everyone knew he was talking about Zhou Yi.

The air in the locker room suddenly froze, and everyone was stunned. They didn't expect… the infighting after the loss to come so quickly.

Zhou Yi was originally comforting Sun Pan, but he didn't expect to get burned, and he was also stunned.

On the other hand, Sun Pan seemed to have an alarm installed in his head. As long as someone came at Zhou Yi, he would immediately start an emergency response and then act quickly. He stood up with a whoosh, and his height of nearly 1.9 meters gave people a huge sense of oppression.

He glared at Liang Qiqi and shouted: "Zhou Yi is comforting me, what's it got to do with you!"

Liang Qiqi didn't expect that he was looking for trouble with Zhou Yi, but this Sun Pan was like a firecracker that had been lit, and he exploded at the slightest touch. He was scolded by Sun Pan and was speechless, and he didn't know how to respond.

At this time, Zhou Yi reacted, and he pulled Sun Pan's hand, signaling him to sit down.

Then he stood up and said to Liang Qiqi: "Sun Pan is right, I was just joking with my friend, I didn't expect you to misunderstand. I'm sorry, my meaning is actually very simple, didn't Coach Hao say that? More important than the victory or defeat of the game is to have a champion's heart that always pursues victory. With this heart, even if we encounter setbacks and failures temporarily, victory will eventually belong to us. So now it's just the first game, there's no need to take it to heart…"

Zhou Yi's words were interrupted unceremoniously by Liang Qiqi: "Who can't just talk? Easy to say!"

"Are you done yet!" Sun Pan stood up again with a whoosh, like he had a rocket booster installed on his butt.

Liang Qiqi was startled.

"Enough!" He Ying, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke at this time and shouted in a low voice: "Isn't it embarrassing enough!"

He Ying, who wore the captain's armband but never used his captain's status to say anything, finally did something that matched his identity.

As soon as he said this, everyone subconsciously glanced at a corner of the locker room—a camera was propped up on a tripod, and the light representing the working state was on…