After the small disturbance, the game continued on the field.
Alex Young still maintained a suppressive force.
It's not because the overall strength of his side was stronger.
It's all because Alex Young's personal level was much higher than this group of National Youth Team members!
His movement, awareness, and ability to pass and catch the ball were unmatched by any of the national youth players.
Driven by him, the suppressive power of the whole team was also clearly revealed.
However, in Alex Young's Team B, many players suffered because of Alex's lack of 'sophistication.'
Their play became more and more restrained.
They were afraid that after the training match, Brandon Miller would cause trouble for them.
So, whether acting or genuinely inexperienced, many players started losing the ball in various bizarre ways as soon as they caught it.
Seeing this, Alex Young was speechless for a while.
During another scramble near the center line.
A player from Team B dribbled the ball across the halfway line, and when he saw Brandon Miller approaching, he slipped without hesitation and handed over the ball directly.
This exaggerated acting not only didn't make the coach on the sidelines frown, but he secretly breathed a sigh of relief because the ball reached Brandon Miller's feet.
"Good shot, Brother Brandon!"
After Brandon Miller got the ball, the teammates around him desperately responded on the flanks.
Trying to create a comfortable offensive line for Brandon.
But due to their lack of skill, two national youth players with the same running route even collided with each other.
This attracted a burst of uncontrollable laughter from the reporters outside the venue.
After taking a few poor steps with the ball, Brandon Miller spotted one of his senior sycophants and planned to play a two-for-one.
But the moment he hit the ball, a gust of wind blew in front of him.
Alex Young was unceremonious, and lightly countered the ball, controlling it under his feet.
Immediately afterward, he took the ball forward calmly.
After a few seconds of stupefaction.
Hearing the teasing laughter from the audience outside the venue, Brandon Miller's face immediately turned red!
"Damn it, tackle him for me! Don't let him pass!"
"Destroy him!!"
Hearing Brandon Miller's hysterical roar, the members of Team A glanced at each other and rushed towards Alex Young.
In the national youth team, Brandon's words were like an imperial decree.
It must be done!
The coach on the sidelines frowned slightly, looked worriedly at the reporters outside the field, and then at the team leader William Miller not far away.
Under the eyes of the reporter, it's not good...
He was well aware of Brandon Miller's temper as the "Prince" of the National Youth Team.
When Brandon said he wanted to destroy someone, he really aimed to make them useless.
Similar situations had happened many times before.
But as a coach, he didn't dare to say anything.
"Swish—"
"Swish—"
The sound of sliding tackles resounded through the court one after another.
Team A's teammates, following Brandon's order, started tackling wildly at Alex Young!
They wouldn't let him continue to dribble the ball deep!
"Isn't the tackle too big? Isn't this aimed at injuring him?!"
"Isn't this a training match? Are you also so cruel to your future teammates?"
There were voices of doubt among the reporters on the sidelines.
And on the pitch.
The players of Team B also stopped running tacitly at this moment, leaving Alex Young alone in the front.
They didn't give him any chance to pass back.
At first, Alex Young was able to calmly avoid a few tackles with his feet.
But he was still hit by the successive tackles aimed at his ankles.
"Swish—!"
This tackle was from Brandon Miller himself.
The shining studs were especially dazzling under the hot sun!
The reporters on the sidelines let out an exclamation.
Sarah Quinn even subconsciously grabbed the barbed wire fence in front of her, staring worriedly at the field.
Bright studs on the field are a taboo, basically warranting a card-eating action.
If the action is slightly bigger, it is bound to get a red card.
But Brandon's actions were obviously not as simple as showing a shoe stud.
He really wanted to destroy Alex Young on this field!
"hiss..."
Alex Young's ankle tingled!
He didn't expect that this Brandon Miller really had such influence, he could incite all the national youth players to tackle him with a single sentence!
He even used actions that could be called destructive to attack him!
The players on the field saw that Alex Young finally stopped advancing with the ball.
When standing still and moving his tackled ankle.
The national youth team members breathed a sigh of relief, showing complacent expressions one after another.
They seemed to be saying, this is the fate of those who don't understand the social dynamics!
However, the next second.
Just as Brandon Miller got up, about to challenge Alex Young arrogantly.
A black shadow came straight to his face!
With a bang, nosebleeds splashed everywhere!
It was Alex Young's fist!
Suddenly, there was a burst of exclamation from the sidelines.
Severe pain hit, and Brandon Miller covered his face and screamed out!
Under everyone's shocked eyes.
Alex Young lifted the foot that was just tackled by Brandon and kicked him hard on the chest!
Another heart-piercing scream followed.
The steel spikes left deep bloodstains on the fragile flesh of his chest.
Brandon clutched his chest, rolling on the ground.
Howling in pain.
The gushing nosebleeds stained the turf in front of him red.
But Alex Young didn't intend to stop and went straight up.
The national youth team members were all stunned in place.
They were taken aback by Alex Young's aura.
They were just a bunch of sixteen or seventeen-year-old kids.
Most of them were sheltered flowers.
Where have they seen such a bloody scene?
And it was evident from Alex Young's actions.
This guy was definitely a veteran who often fought!
As everyone knows, Alex Young is really good at fighting!
In the La Masia youth training camp, he often beat those Japanese and Korean players who spoke badly!
"Stop him! Damn, stop him!"
Before the terrified coach on the sidelines could say anything, William Miller, the leader of the national youth team, was furious and roared.
How dare this ignorant American descendant beat his son in public? ? !
William Miller, who had completely lost his mind, completely ignored the reporters outside the venue.
He raised his fist and rushed towards Alex Young!
He punched Alex Young hard!
The staff of the national youth team around him stretched out their hands to stop William Miller, but they didn't.
Listening to the hustle and bustle outside the venue, and the sound of the camera shutter clicking.
The staff looked desperate.
Now, the national youth team would be completely infamous...
...
After a few minutes.
Alex Young glanced indifferently at Brandon Miller, who was still rolling on the ground like a dead dog.
As well as William Miller, who was also on the side with a bruised nose and a swollen face, but didn't dare to go forward at all with a look of resentment.
There were also national youth players around who wanted to step forward to fight, but hesitated for a long time and finally stood where they were.
Then there was the coach who frantically called the relevant personnel and threatened to arrest Alex Young.
Alex Young sneered.
"What a bunch of rubbish."
After spitting fiercely at Brandon Miller, Alex Young looked around pitifully at the terrified national youth players around him.
He turned around and left.
Behind him was William Miller's hoarse roar.
"Alex Young, damn it, you're in for a big deal!"
"If you beat up the national soccer team, you will be held criminally responsible!"
"You f*****g, how dare you f*****g beat my son..."
"I'm going to block you!! I'm going to put you in jail!!"
The coach on the side who finished the call also yelled in tandem:
"Alex Young, you have been expelled! Don't even think about joining the national team in this life! Just wait for the court summons!"
"The national soccer team will permanently ban you! You'll never even think about stepping into the national soccer team in your life!!"
And the national youth team members who didn't even dare to say anything before, seeing Alex Young walking away now, began to curse at his back one by one.
Block?
Expulsion?
Court summons?
Alex Young sneered.
Without looking back, he packed his things and walked out of the training base.
All that was left behind was the hustle and bustle.
Does he really care about the so-called national team?
Such a rotten national team, so what if you get in?
Be someone else's pawn?
Is it ridiculous?!
You don't have to think about it.
People like Brandon Miller are by no means an exception in the entire national soccer system!
Relying on their background relationship to act domineering.
It's just too much.
If he hadn't experienced it himself.
Maybe Alex Young still wouldn't have realized the darkness in this system.
As long as he had a weak personality.
Or less awareness of prevention.
Just now, his ankle might have been injured for no reason!
But it should not be said.
It's not a loss to go back home this time.
At least it let him see something clearly with his own eyes.
It shattered his last remaining fantasy about the national soccer team!
…
Outside the training ground.
Seeing Alex Young's figure, he was about to disappear at the gate of the training base.
Sarah Quinn bit her lower lip tightly and quickly ran after him.