Chapter Two : Expelled From National Team.
After the small incident, the match on the field continued.
Viktor Gyökeres's side still maintained their dominance.
It wasn't because his team's overall strength was superior.
It was entirely because Viktor Gyökeres's individual skill was far above this group of National Youth Team members!
His positioning, awareness, and passing and receiving abilities were all unmatched by these National Youth Team members!
Under his leadership, the team's dominance also became very apparent.
However, many players on Team B, where Viktor Gyökeres played, became increasingly cautious due to Viktor's complete disregard for 'social niceties'.
They were afraid that Julian Vance would cause trouble for them after the training match ended.
So, whether they were faking it or truly terrible, many started losing the ball in various bizarre ways as soon as they received it.
Viktor Gyökeres watched, speechless.
Once again, there was a scramble near the midfield line.
A Team B player dribbled past the midfield line and, seeing Julian Vance pressing him, he inexplicably slipped and simply handed the ball over.
This exaggerated acting not only failed to make the coaches on the sidelines frown, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief because the ball went to Julian Vance.
"Good play, Brother Julian!"
After Julian Vance got the ball, his teammates desperately supported him on the flanks, trying to create a comfortable attacking route for him.
But due to their lack of skill, two National Youth Team members running along the same path even collided with each other.
This drew suppressed chuckles from the reporters on the sidelines.
After a few clumsy dribbles, Julian Vance spotted one of his loyal sycophants and planned a one-two pass.
But just as he released the ball, a gust of wind swept past him.
Viktor Gyökeres, without ceremony, effortlessly stole the ball back and brought it under his control.
He then calmly dribbled forward.
After a few seconds of dazed silence.
Hearing the taunts from the spectators on the sidelines, Julian Vance's face immediately flushed crimson!
"Damn it, tackle him! Don't let him pass!"
"Tackle him until he's crippled!!!"
Listening to Julian Vance's hysterical shouts, the Team A players exchanged glances and, bracing themselves, rushed towards Viktor Gyökeres.
In the National Youth Team, Julian Vance's words were law.
They had to be obeyed!!
Coach Hitzfeld on the sidelines frowned slightly, looking worriedly at the reporters outside the field, and then at Arthur Vance, the team leader, not far away.
Under the reporters' noses, this might not be good... He knew Julian Vance's temper as the 'prince' of the National Youth Team.
When Julian said he wanted to cripple someone, he truly meant to injure them.
Similar situations had happened many times before.
But as a coach, he dared not express any objection.
"Swish—"
One after another, the sounds of sliding tackles echoed across the field.
Team A's teammates, having received Julian Vance's command, frantically began flying tackles at Viktor Gyökeres!
They would not let him continue to dribble deeper, even if it meant their lives!
"The tackles are too aggressive, aren't they? Aren't they aiming to cripple him?!"
"Isn't this just a training match? Are they really that ruthless towards their future teammates?"
Questions arose from the reporters on the sidelines.
And on the field.
Team B's players also tacitly stopped running, leaving Viktor Gyökeres alone in the attacking third.
They gave him no opportunity to pass back.
Initially, Viktor Gyökeres was able to calmly evade several tackles with his footwork.
But against the continuous flying tackles aimed at his ankles, he eventually got hit.
"Swish—!"
This tackle came from Julian Vance himself.
The bright studs on his shoes were particularly dazzling under the scorching sun!
The reporters on the sidelines let out a gasp.
Lisa instinctively gripped the wire fence of the stadium in front of her, staring at the field with a worried expression.
Showing studs on the field was a major taboo, usually a card-worthy action.
A slightly more aggressive move would definitely result in a red card.
But Julian Vance's action was clearly not just about showing studs.
He genuinely intended to cripple Viktor Gyökeres on that very field!
"Hiss..."
Viktor Gyökeres's ankle throbbed with pain!
He hadn't expected that Julian Vance actually had so much influence, that a single word from him could incite all the National Youth Team members to flying tackle him!
And even use a crippling move against him!
Just as the players on the field saw Viktor Gyökeres finally stop his dribbling progression.
And stood in place, flexing his injured ankle.
The National Youth Team members breathed a sigh of relief, all showing smug expressions.
As if to say, this is what happens when you don't understand social niceties!
However, the next second, as Julian Vance had just gotten up and was about to provocatively challenge Viktor Gyökeres, a dark shadow shot straight towards his face!
With a bang, nosebleed splattered!
It was Viktor Gyökeres's fist!
Immediately, accompanied by a gasp from the sidelines, intense pain struck, and Julian Vance cried out in agony, clutching his face!
Under the shocked gazes of everyone, Viktor Gyökeres expressionlessly lifted the foot that Julian Vance had just slide tackled and brutally kicked Julian Vance in the chest!
There was another heart-wrenching scream.
The steel studs left deep bloody marks on the fragile flesh of his chest.
Julian Vance clutched his chest, rolling on the ground, wailing in pain.
The gushing nosebleed stained the turf in front of him red.
But Viktor Gyökeres showed no intention of stopping and walked straight up to him again.
All the National Youth Team members were stunned in place, scared witless by Viktor Gyökeres's aura.
They were just a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids, most of them hothouse flowers.
Where had they ever seen such a bloody scene?
And it was clear from Viktor Gyökeres's actions that he was definitely an experienced fighter!
Little did they know, Viktor Gyökeres was indeed very good at fighting!
At La Masia Youth Training Camp, he often thrashed those players who spoke rudely!
"Stop him! Damn it, stop him!"
Before the already terrified coach on the sidelines could say anything, National Youth Team leader Arthur Vance flew into a rage and roared.
This arrogant Polish-Argentinian-Spaniard dared to publicly hit his son?!
Arthur Vance, who had completely lost his mind, ignored the reporters outside and even swung his fist, charging at Viktor Gyökeres!
He landed a heavy punch on Viktor Gyökeres!
The National Youth Team staff nearby reached out to stop Arthur Vance, but failed.
Listening to the commotion outside and the clicking of camera shutters, the staff looked desperate.
Now, the National Youth Team was truly going to be famous… A few minutes later, Viktor Gyökeres indifferently glanced at Julian Vance, who was still rolling on the ground like a dead dog, and Arthur Vance, who was also bruised and swollen, glaring with resentment but not daring to step forward again.
There were also the National Youth Team members who wanted to break up the fight but hesitated for a long time and ultimately remained in place.
Then there was the coach, frantically calling relevant personnel on the side, threatening to have Viktor Gyökeres arrested.
Viktor Gyökeres sneered.
"What a bunch of trash."
He spat fiercely at Julian Vance, then cast a pitying glance at the terrified National Youth Team members surrounding him, and turned to leave.
Behind him, Arthur Vance's hoarse shouts could be heard.
"Viktor Gyökeres, damn you, you're in big trouble!"
"You assaulted a National Football Team member; you will be held criminally responsible!"
"You, damn you, you dared to hit my son…"
"I'll blacklist you! I'll have you thrown in jail!!"
The coach, who had finished his call, also chimed in, shouting:
"Viktor Gyökeres, you're expelled! You'll never enter the National Team in this lifetime! Just wait for the court summons!"
"The National Football Team will permanently blacklist you! You'll never set foot in the National Football Team again in this lifetime!!"
And the National Youth Team members, who hadn't dared to speak before, now that Viktor Gyökeres had walked away, began to curse at his retreating figure, one after another.
Blacklisted?
Expelled?
Court summons?
Viktor Gyökeres sneered incessantly.
He packed his things and left the training base without looking back, leaving behind a scene of commotion and noise.
Did they really think he cared about the so-called National Team?
A National Team so rotten to the core, what good would it do to join it?
To be someone's dog?
How ridiculous?!
He didn't even need to think about it.
People like Julian Vance were definitely not isolated cases within the entire National Football Team system!
There were simply too many who lorded it over others relying on their connections.
If he hadn't experienced it firsthand, perhaps Viktor Gyökeres wouldn't have been able to truly feel the darkness within such a system.
If he had been even a little bit weaker in character, or a little less vigilant, his ankle might have been inexplicably taken out just now!
But it had to be said, this trip back wasn't a loss.
At least it allowed him to clearly see some things with his own eyes.
It shattered his last remaining illusions about the National Football Team!
...Outside the training ground, seeing Viktor Gyökeres's figure about to disappear at the entrance of the training base, Lisa bit her lower lip and quickly jogged to catch up.