"This kid's got some real kick!"
At this moment, in the stands, several foreigners whose skin color was noticeably different from the surrounding audience were staring at the number 7 player on the field with green lights in their eyes.
Without a doubt, these people were the scouts from clubs like Real Madrid, PSG, and Tottenham.
Ever since Loki and the others had finished their work at Blue Lock, they had immediately contacted their respective clubs. To give these star players some face, these clubs had correspondingly made offers, but not contracts worth several million euros, but rather cabbage-price contracts of only 500,000 euros.
To them, giving a little brat a contract worth 500,000 euros was already an act of great mercy. Although the level of Japanese football had been improving over the years, and some players had made a name for themselves in Europe, how could a teenager be worth them spending several million euros to buy?
They were rich, that was true, but that didn't mean they were stupid and had too much money. Spending a few hundred thousand euros to give their team's star player some face was more than enough.
But in the end, all these contracts were thrown aside by Ego. He could see Tendou's true value, which was far from what a few hundred thousand could buy. And he had already prepared a stage for Tendou to show himself.
The Neo Egoist League in the third selection!
At that time, football clubs all over the world would see Tendou's powerful talent. 500,000 euros? At that time, you probably couldn't even buy a single one of Tendou's toes.
Seeing their contracts sink like a stone into the sea, and with the stars in their teams asking about their progress one after another, they coincidentally learned that there was a match. And so, the European clubs had dispatched scouts to "verify the authenticity." They wanted to see with their own eyes if this little brat was really as amazing as Adam and the others had said.
However, from the scouts they sent out, it was clear that those European clubs didn't really believe Adam and the others' words.
Another Loki?
You say Loki, and it's Loki?
The scouts sent to Asia for observation were either newcomers or the kind with average ability. Simply put, they were the kind of people who were not trusted by the head coach and the chairman. The team's chief scout was still digging for young demons in some corner of Europe; where would he have the time to travel to your Asia?
However, in less than thirty minutes, Tendou's performance had made these scouts, who had come with the mindset of a tourist, sit up and take notice. Perhaps this little brat was really a monster, just as Adam and Loki had said.
...
Half a month ago, Loki had given his head coach a copy of the 17-year-old Tendou's physical test data and match recordings, and his evaluation of Tendou was ridiculously high, claiming that he was only a little bit worse than himself.
In Loki's description, Tendou's physical fitness was given an SS grade. His other attributes like speed, football IQ, physical confrontation, shooting, and growth potential were all a uniform S grade.
What did this mean? As long as he wasn't injured, he would at least be a star player in the future.
No one believed what Loki said, even if the recording he brought back showed Tendou looking really good. Because he was an Asian player! In all these years, had Asia ever produced a top-tier forward? There was only one Son Heung-min.
But Loki and the others' persistence had led them to send scouts here. And it was a good thing that Loki and the others had insisted; otherwise, they might have really missed out on a top-grade talent.
A thousand-mile solo run starting from the backfield, a sprint of over 60 meters, passing a total of 6 defenders. That speed, that technique, that shot, that body... Damn it, it was even more mesmerizing than a Victoria's Secret angel's body.
"Player Tendou!"
"He's going for a direct shot!"
"Tendou!"
"The ball is in!"
"GOALLLLLLLLLLLLL~"
The commentator was showing off his exaggerated lung capacity to the entire nation. This goal had truly stunned the entire audience.
"2:0!"
"Player Tendou, facing the national youth team, facing the national youth team led by the genius Itoshi Sae, has single-handedly created two goals!"
"1 goal and 1 assist! Tendou's performance in the first 30 minutes of this match is perfect, even more perfect than the genius Itoshi Sae's!"
The commentator was not stingy with his words of praise. After all, he was their own genius; no amount of praise was too much.
And Tendou.
Under the gazes of the 60,000 spectators, upon seeing the ball crash into the goal, he immediately rushed towards the corner flag. He sprinted with his arms outstretched, his jersey fluttering in the wind.
Just as he was about to reach the corner flag, Tendou did a fancy hand gesture. Then, after two large strides, he leaped with a swoosh. In the air, he turned his body, fully displaying his tall and slender figure. He raised his arms high above his head like two sharp swords. Finally, a second before landing, he swung both his arms down to the left and right at the same time.
In that instant, the DNA of the tens of thousands of spectators in the stadium seemed to have been activated. The moment he landed, a sound involuntarily came from their mouths.
"SIUUUUUUUUUUU!"
This is the value of the number one celebration in history!
...
On the substitutes' bench, Anri, wearing a down jacket, felt her heart race. Her face flushed with excitement, she raised her right arm, jumped up and down, and opened her mouth to shout, "SIU!"
The shock brought by this goal... if you don't watch football, I can't describe it to you.
The moment when Maradona took the ball and passed 5 people to score against England in the World Cup is still the most classic scene in World Cup history to this day. From that moment on, this kind of feat of passing 6 people was endowed with a special meaning. It is the most extreme performance of individual heroism.
...
Sotei Hoitsu's heart was bitter. How could he have thought that the match would be played like this? The players under him were all the elite of the elite of the country's younger generation. Many had already landed on the professional stage.
And the result? They were actually beaten 2:0 by a group of amateur players!
Some of the audience were already furious at this point, cursing the national youth team for match-fixing.
But Sotei could guarantee that there was absolutely no match-fixing in this game. Why? Because he himself had bet heavily on the national youth team before the match. If they lost this match, he might have to go sign up for the rooftop.
...
"This kid holds onto the ball too much. And his opponents are too weak. This doesn't prove anything," just as the PSG scout was marveling at Tendou's monstrous talent, another foreigner beside him said matter-of-factly.
Is this guy trying to play me for a fool? This was the PSG scout's first reaction.
Japan's national youth team. Are they weak? Compared to the world's football powerhouses, they might be a bit lacking, but they are definitely not related to the word "weak." What's more, their team is led by that New Generation World XI member, Itoshi Sae. If even this is considered weak, then the intensity of their French league is probably at the cosmic level.
His heart was as clear as a mirror. This colleague of his was probably trying to fool him.
And so...
"That's right. The level of Japan's U-20 team is too poor, which is why he seems omnipotent."
"Their offense is too simple. It's easily broken by that little brat."
"This can't be considered a libero at all. His game reading is at most a 9 out of 100. If even this is considered a prodigy, my eighty-year-old grandmother could be hyped up as Maradona."
The scout from Tottenham, hearing this, immediately leaned back in his chair. He was a little disappointed that he had not met a fool. Not only that, but the other party was even more outrageous than him. He had only treated him as a fool, but the other had treated him as a retard.
This is outrageous!