After eating and drinking their fill, everyone went back to rest early.
In the afternoon, they returned to the training ground for practice as usual, starting with simple warm-up exercises.
After only half a day, many felt their stamina was not as good as before.
This day, the sun was shining brightly, a perfect day for a practice match. The players were active on the field, while the coach observed silently from the sidelines.
Just then, an assistant walked up behind Arteta.
"There's a strange person outside the stadium."
"A strange person?"
Arteta looked confused.
As he spoke, he turned his head and saw a man, dressed in rags, with long, messy hair, and even holes in his leather shoes, appearing not far away.
"How did he get in? Where are the security guards??"
This person, judging by his appearance, looked like a street beggar. His messy long hair even covered most of his face, and only when a glint of light occasionally flashed could one see his beard, which had clearly not been groomed for a long time.
"Who is he?"
"He claims to be here for a trial with the club, but the management has never heard his name, yet..."
"The gatekeeper didn't stop him."
"???"
The players on the field soon noticed the strange man. His appearance and attire were completely out of place, making him stand out.
"Then quickly get him out!" Arteta said angrily, then turned back to the field, not intending to pay him any more attention.
"My name is Maxdorster!"
A strange voice came from behind him. The man spoke first.
Arteta turned back, helpless.
"Why haven't the security guards arrived yet?"
At this moment, the man took a step forward, then gently scooped up a training football with his foot, juggled it twice, and kicked it towards the distant goal!
The players were in the middle of their usual passing and running drills when, in the next second, the football streaked across the field, flying in an arc directly towards the goal!
The man looked calm, while Arteta was dumbfounded with astonishment. The distance was more than seventy meters, and he was wearing leather shoes, with holes in them?
Was this person really that strong?
Seeing that he had gained Arteta's attention, the man reached for another ball and kicked it with his other foot casually. The ball flew directly towards the other goal!
What an astonishing shooting technique! Arteta's expression changed rapidly. He had only seen such a shot from one person so far: Cao Baiming!
And now there were two of them!
This vagrant who had appeared out of nowhere.
The players on the field could no longer ignore his presence. They stopped their drills and looked towards the sidelines.
They knew in their hearts that this was another tough opponent, but from such a distance, they couldn't see his face clearly, and no one could recognize him.
However, if one shot was luck, then two shots, successful with different feet, could not be luck!
The speed and power of the shots made them feel that only Cao Baiming might be able to match him!
Seeing that Arteta still hadn't spoken, the man shook his head in resignation. Then, he found a third ball and was about to kick it when Arteta stopped him.
"Alright, alright, that's enough. Your point is very clear."
Cao Baiming looked towards the sidelines. He had no impression of this face at all.
But he could tell that this person's football skills were extraordinary. Perhaps an amateur enthusiast?
In fact, the most talented players are not necessarily playing in the top five leagues. There are many great talents in the public, who simply lack opportunities or don't want to pursue this path.
This person was clearly one of them.
Arteta began to be interested. Although the management didn't know, he had the authority to personally assess this person to see if he met the standards for joining the team.
Setting aside his somewhat arrogant demeanor, it was tolerable. After all, if he possessed such strong skills, personality flaws were insignificant!
Arteta started to ponder. If this person was truly an amateur, he might be difficult to coach, but his price would surely be very low!
"What do you do? Why did you choose to come here? How old are you?..."
Arteta asked a barrage of questions.
He was surprised to learn that this man was not a beggar, nor did he play for an amateur football team, but was a businessman who owned a company worth tens of millions!
His reason for dressing like this was that he simply didn't care about such things.
As he spoke, the man ignored Arteta and the world-class club stadium, directly took out a cigarette, and intended to answer questions while smoking.
As soon as he took it out, Arteta slapped it to the ground.
"This is a football field, no smoking."
Arteta became firm, because if he didn't, this guy might think he was the Jade Emperor.
"You want to try out for the team? Fine, you first have to pass the medical examination."
"No problem."
After the man said this, he calmly left and walked away.
Arteta shook his head helplessly, deciding to forget it!
No matter how good this person was, he wasn't worth it!
However, he could use this opportunity to let his players humble this person, to make him cry and go home.
Even the strongest amateur would think he was good when facing professional players? Such people should be slapped in the face severely.
Arteta arranged for the team doctor to conduct his medical examination, and then turned his attention back to the field.
"Continue your training, don't get distracted!"
Not knowing what was going on, everyone didn't pay too much attention.
The man went to the infirmary, walked through the corridor, and proceeded forward.
The medical examination included many routine steps, but these were not absolutely necessary; they were things to be done only after officially joining the team.
A trial could skip this step.
The reason Arteta arranged for him to have a medical check-up was also to take advantage of this time to think about what kind of trial content to arrange for him.
A match would consume too much energy and be troublesome and time-consuming.
There were many things that could be done on the field, such as regular dribbling and shooting, box wall challenges, and so on.
If this person's skills were truly up to par, he should at least be able to defeat the professional players in his own team.
Time ticked by, and the routine medical examination was completed. At this very moment, Arteta had just come up with an idea.