(Third person pov)
Everyone stood on the pitch, lined up, wearing same training kids.
The training field was enormous, there were 10 goal posts placed next to eachother, training cones seperated them.
There were more than 30 players. A single one from Arsenal, who was easy to spot as he was the youngest there.
Matt was looking at another boy,'Nobel is already loosing his hair... He kinda looks like young wazza' thought Matt.
"This is the moment boys, you got 2 hours. Show me, why should I pick you, next year I will take this team to win world cup, so here's your chance. Adam, tell them about the first drill" said head coach John peacock.
"Strikers and Attacking midfielders, to the left and defenders to the right.
I want two defenders on one attacker, in three touches you have to score a goal.
There's also a time limit, you got 6 seconds to shoot.
You'll start from 30 yards out, ball would be static when starting. Any doubts or questions so far?" Asked Adam Waiting patiently.
"Can we do slide tackles" asked a defender.
"Absolutely, but make sure you get the ball, because if you don't. I'll send your ass packing" said Adam.
It was unacceptable for them to loose a talent because they got injured in training, and England's has lost many due to injuries.
"After each round, you swap positions, attackers defend and defenders attack. Meaning, a defender will change its place with attacker. There would be total 9 rounds, ,3 of each. We'll be doing 6 groups at a time."
We'll they had six goalkeepers, so six groups at a time was feasible.
After a ten minutes warmup we were called, it was time for the drills.
"Mark nobel vs Simon Walton and David Wheater"
Similarly everyone was arranged in front of the goal, there were assistant coaches, all with a notebook in hand looking closely at each group.
"You'll start when I blow the whistle, remember you got just 6 seconds" said John peacock as he put his whistle between lips.
Defenders were 10 feet away from the striker, the total distance between goalpost was 30 yards.
"Whistle"
As the sound came, Mark gave the ball a heavy touch, making it move past the two defenders catching them off guard.
Quickly one defender jumped in his patch blocking the line while other went for the ball.
He quickly accelerated, but was a little slow. Using his body he pushed the defender and collected the ball with his left foot and shot, he felt down after that.
The ball hit the left post and went it making Mark sigh in relief, the defenders had done a good job but mark was too good for them to stop.
Out of 7, 2 had scored. Mark nobel and Levi porter.
"Good job, now those who scored defend together, you switch places." He rearranged them.
Mark and Levi were now defending against Simon walton, who failed to score because of taking excess time.
The rounds continued and there were total 4 goals.
Mark nobel - 2
Levi porter - 1
Ben Parker - 1
Ben Parker was the defender, he had scored an amazing left-footed goal.
"Next group take their place" instructed Adam.
This time Matt was called up and he was ready to go.
"See you on the field" came a voice from the sideline making few of them laugh.
Matt gritted his teeth, he had never felt lik this before.
"Matt Delevigne vs Billy Jones and Nathan Ashton"
Balled rolled in front of Matt who quickly placed it just in front of him.
Looking at the two defenders who were ready to run towards him on the whistle made him smirk a little.
He took two steps back, and moved one step left.
The defenders were puzzled, same was going on with the boys who were paying attention to him.
"Did we scare the kid off" said Billy.
"Looks like he would shoot directly" said Nathan.
"Haha he got no confidence to get past us, smart boy" mumbled Billy.
Nathan smiled but said nothing.
"Whistle"
Matt run towards the ball and hit hit with intensity, he had done this a thousand times.
Before the keeper move, the ball was already in.
Silence.
Absolutele silence.
Nobody paid attention to the other groups. Both defenders looked at Matt with horror. Leicester boys looked like they had seen a ghost.
Ben Alnwick the goalkeeper who had ridicule Fraizer the United midfielder looked aghast.
"My word" was all could John peacock said before looking at Adam who had a huge grin plastered on his face.
'What was I doing when I was 12.. any young player when he comes to a team.. he wants to learn and be there. Reapecful.' thought John as he marveled the strike.
"Bloody hell, that baby's assasin" mumbled Levi porter.
"And we put target on our backs, hope he's a chill guy" said Ritchy or Richard Stearman.
"He's a gunner, they are known to be chill" said Mark nobel with a sarcastic grin joining the conversation.
After 3 rounds, 3 goals were scored.
Mark Delevigne - 3
He scored all three goals differently.
First freekick.
Second he used his pace.
Third one he dribble past both the defenders with two touch and nutmeg the goalkeeper with third.
Boys were cheering for him, Leicester's lot was the loudest.
In defence, he was decent, got one touch on the ball making attacker fumble.
As he walked towards the boys, they ruffled his hair and patted his back, calling him "Baby assassin".
"Oi, the mandem was too inconsiderate.. hole you don't hold anything" said Levi.
"Yaa we'll get you some ladies.. just don't hold it fam" said Richard.
"Ladies hahah" laughed Matt which made the other two relax.
He smiled and dabbed them"All good bros".
"Told you, Gunners are chill lot" said Mark looking at the boys.
"Nah mate you said that with sarcasm", Levi didn't take it.
"Atleast be noble, noble" Richard too didn't believe him.
Mark ignored both of them and shook hands with Matt, "That was exceptional, leave some for us"
"You were amazing too Mark" said Matt now looking around, he felt good to be acknowledged.
"That's what you meant by that.. see you on the field. We saw. I'm sure gaffa popped up a boner looking at that freekick" said Levi his arm anchored around Richard's neck.
Mark sighed looking at the two hooligans and gave Matt a friendly advice, "Don't say anything they say in public. The duo is a menace to society"
"They're funny" said Matt pointing towards now arguing about how size of toe can estimate you're potential size.
Giving boys 5 minutes rest to hydrate, coach John met with his assistant Adam who had been reading a report on Matt.
"He's electrifying.. on every level" mumbled Adam lost in the report.
"Ahem" John cleared his throat.
Adam looked up and saw John trying to peek at the file, he sighed and showed man the data recorded from Matt's kicks.
Matt Delevigne (Out of 10)
Speed -9
Strength - 4
Accuracy - 10
Dribbles - 9
Possession - 10
Ball control - 10
Weak foot - N/A (Used both legs with precision)
There was more detailed description about his technical ability. His head position, how his hand went up in the air to generate power, John was really impressed.
"Adam, contact Arsenal academy, we have limited time, I want to talk to his coach personally, get him on the call. Has there been any past injury?"
"No boss, none on his record sent by the academy"
"Good" said John as he whistled kids to line up again.
"Good job lads, now I want you to form pairs, we'll be testing Your passing, and touch. Starting from 20 yards. Both arial and grown passes. Adam form the pairs and get them a ball." Said John motioning the man as he watched them carefully.
Suddenly he stop, his eyes widen, "Adam, pair Matt with Noble."
Adam take a moment to realise, John was already forming an attack chain. He wanted those to to be spine of the squad.
"Thank God I wasn't paired with those Leicester boys" said Matt.
"Distracting aren't they?" Replied nobel.
Both of them were walking towards the space coach had instructed them to.
"Good lads though" said Matt, if he ignored the first impression he had gotten, they were quite chill guys.
"Wait till you drink beer with them" said Nobel with a smirk.
Matt smiled and shook his head, Mark Walked away, stood 20 yards away.
Adam passed the ball to Matt, who got it with one touch.
"Ready? Whistle"
Matt used his left leg and hit the ball, sending it rolling on the ground with speed.
Mark who expected a lofted pass was a little surprised, stopped the ball without moving from his place.
Without waiting, Mark used a little momentum, shooting the ball in air with a little more power than necessary, which made him wince.
Matt looked at the flying ball and turned, jogging few steps he touched the ball once, and ball was on his feet. He did few keepiups which made Levi show him middle finger.
Seeing him, Matt smirked and hit the ball with his right leg this time, the ball flew towards Nobel, who looked bewildered.
'I swear that boy didn't even glance at me' thought noble who stopped the ball on his feet, again not moving.
"Bloody hell, look at that, assassin's showboating again" said Levi loudly, few head turned towards Matt, even Coach sighed hearing Levi but didn't reprimand him.
"What do you expect, boy's got a crosshair" replied Richard.
"The lad should get a life too, how bout we show him the ropes.. to impress the ladies" asked Levi.
"Hmm his generations would thank us.. we'll go down in history"
"He's 12 lads, you nonce" said Fraizer, he couldn't take it anymore.
"We were chugging beers at 12, brodie" said Levi with a nostalgic smile.
"Brodie?" Asked puzzled Fraizer.
"You like brooding, so brodie" said Levi with a shrug.
"You asshole" said Fraizer not liking his nickname, which made Richard smirk.
"Should we call you princess then? Princy" said Richard, Levi laughed holding his belly.
Fraizer wanted to punch both of them but saw coach adam moving so he went silent.
After slight scolding, everyone finished their drills, it was clear, the level of skill few people showed made other kids nervous for their chances.
Mark nobel, Levi porter, Matthew Delevigne. These three were selected, it was obvious for the boys, that was probably why the relaxed Levi had his arm anchored around Matt as they had just finished lunch.
Everyone was waiting for the coach to call them up for the tactical training.
"Wait, Mattey, you're surname's Delevigne!" Exclaimed Levi in his ears.
Again, few heads turned towards them.
"U related to Daphne.. I mean Cara Delevigne by chance?" He asked with shining eyes.
"She's 12"
"I love waiting. I waited 3 hours outside"
"She's World famous"
"I'm the prince of Leicester"
"Her maternal uncle works with MI5"
"I like mature women anyways" said Levi as he sulked.
Mark, Richard who sat with them looked with amused eyes.
As their banter continued, Coach John and Adam walked into the cafeteria.
"Lads, it's time for tactical training. Last year England was placed 4th in the U-17 UEFA Cup. We'll talk about your positioning, passing, attack, and captaincy.
First I will be announcing the playing 11. There are still 7 spots left, it was decided by FA.
You'll be required to go through an doping test, done by FA, tomorrow. Just a heads up.
Now, the playing 11.
Formation: 4-4-2 Diamond
GK: Ben Alnwick
RB: Billy Jones
CB: Richard Stearman
CB: David Wheater
LB: Ben Parker
CDM: Mark Noble (C)
RM: Gary Roberts
LM: Kyel Reid
CAM: Matt Delevigne
ST: Levi Porter
ST: Fraizer Campbell"
"Now everyone follow Me to the training room" said Adam walking with John.